Page 41 of Enchantra (Wicked Games #2)

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SCORCHING

If she had been worried about hypothermia before, she certainly wasn’t now. As Rowin expertly unlaced her corset and peeled away her dress, he deepened their kiss, scorching her with desire from the inside out. She clawed at the buttons on his shirt, before ripping them open and sending them flying across the room as he huffed a laugh at her fervor.

When neither of them had a stitch of clothing left, he bent down to slip his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He walked them over to the side of the couch, setting her down on the armrest as he knelt all the way down to the floor.

“Lift,” he demanded as he gripped her hips.

She did, and he pulled her forward until she was perched on the edge, her knees spread wide open to give his mouth access to the core of her. He didn’t bother with any preamble, just buried his face between her legs, lapping at her clit until she was dripping wet, lifting a hand to slide two fingers, rings and all, inside her. He curled his fingers as he pumped them in and out, his tongue continuing to lave at her like a man starved.

“You’re my favorite fucking flavor,” he murmured against her as his strokes became lazier, torturous. “Hell, I could stay here forever.”

At his words, her climax hit her fast and hard, her hands gripping at the couch as she rode his face through the aftershocks. Her chest heaved with effort as she came back down, but he didn’t bother to stop. She was so wet that the couch beneath her was soaked.

“Rowin,” she cried. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked as he continued to suck at her tight bundle of nerves.

“Fuck me, please .”

He finally pulled back, a smirk on his lips. He scooped her up beneath her thighs and sat back against the couch cushions, keeping her straddled over his lap. He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts as she wriggled against his hard length, looking for friction. He sucked one of her nipples, making her moan. A little too loudly.

“If you aren’t quiet, I’ll have to stop,” he warned, switching to her other nipple.

She whimpered, softly this time. He grazed the tight bud in his mouth with his teeth in approval. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around the head of his cock, and squeezed. His hips bucked, and this time he was the one being a bit too loud.

She gave him a haughty grin.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, trouble,” he told her as he moved his hands to either side of her waist and lifted her away from his lap?—

—to slam her all the way down onto his cock.

She screamed his name, and he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

When he was sure she was done, he folded his arms behind his head and said, “Ride me.”

She leaned forward to place her palms against his chest, for leverage, but he shook his head.

“Reach behind you and grab my thighs. I want to be able to see you fucking yourself on my cock as hard as you can.”

She did as he directed, arching her hips and chest forward as she grabbed onto his legs behind her back. She rolled her hips forward, once, twice, his cock hitting places inside her she didn’t think it was possible to reach.

“That’s right,” he encouraged. “Now, faster.”

She adjusted her pace, grinding against him in a steady rhythm until her muscles were burning with the effort, her temples beading with sweat. After a minute, she began to whimper with need.

“I know,” Rowin murmured, as he pried his eyes away from her writhing body to meet her gaze. “I know. You’re taking it so well.” He groaned. “You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen.”

The only thing she could think to say was, “Obviously.”

The smile he gave her now was brilliant. He shifted them suddenly, in one fluid motion, his cock staying sheathed inside her as he pressed her back against the couch. He picked up his pace then. Relentlessly fucking her until she was begging him for her release.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please. Rowin .”

He reached between them and pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit, wringing another orgasm out of her just before he pulled out and?—

“Oh, for fuck’s sake ,” a deep, displeased voice echoed through the room.

Covin and Rowin were still arguing an hour later while Genevieve etched yet another tic-tac-toe grid into one of the floorboards with her fingernail. Since Ellin’s choice of rules required all of them to stick together for the remainder of the round, Genevieve had been attempting to distract them with various games to keep them from bickering.

“You go first this time,” she told Covin.

He paused his fight with Rowin long enough to look down at the game and carve an “X” into the center. She wrinkled her nose. He always took the center.

“Grave did not eat his twin in the womb,” Rowin said for the tenth time. “Sevin made that up to scare Ellin when we were kids.”

“I’m telling you, Mother told me that it wasn’t just a story. And Sevin overheard Father talking about it once.”

“Maybe that’s why he’s so large,” Genevieve quipped.

Covin gestured to Genevieve as he emphasized to his brother, “ See? ”

After yet another game ended in a tie, Genevieve got up from the floor and walked toward where Rowin was sitting on the couch, now fully clothed. He lifted his arm in invitation, and she immediately tucked herself into his side.

“You two make me sick,” Covin said, though his tone was rather chipper. “Are you not worried this is about to end in tragedy? You know Knox does not like to lose. I can’t imagine the tricks he will have up his sleeves if either of you make it out of here.”

Genevieve and Rowin exchanged a loaded glance.

Covin had asked a similar question earlier, when he popped up through the trap door and found them in the most intimate position possible. Rowin had nearly ripped his brother’s head off for interrupting them at such an inopportune moment, but, of course, Covin wasn’t able to leave due to the rules of Ellin’s version of the game.

“Stop talking about Knox,” Rowin snapped.

Covin lifted his hands in innocence. “Just making conversation.”

“Make it about something else,” Rowin muttered.

“Oh! I have one,” Genevieve chimed in. “Your tongue—did that hurt?”

Covin grinned, letting the split tips of his tongue flick out between his teeth like a snake’s. “Not really. But then I have a very high tolerance for pain.”

Genevieve glanced at Rowin now. “What about your tolerance for pain? Is it high?”

“Being born in this family has all but guaranteed that,” Rowin confirmed.

Covin stood and walked over to the bar cart to fix himself a drink.

Genevieve leaned into Rowin’s ear and whispered, “What about the piercing on your…”

Rowin smirked. “Okay, that one hurt like a fucking bitch.”

“How long have you had it? Am I the first one who’s…”

“Seen it? Licked it?” Rowin murmured. “Yes.”

“I can hear you whispering. Can you not talk about Rowin’s cock anymore in my presence? I think I’ve suffered enough today. Enough for an eternity, really,” Covin grumbled as he tipped his head back and downed his glass of whiskey.

That was fair.

“How much time do we have left?” Genevieve asked.

The two of them checked their pocket watches at the same time.

“Fifteen minutes,” Covin said first.

“We can probably just head downstairs now,” Rowin suggested as he stood from the couch and stretched. “I’m in the mood to go to bed. Maybe read a book.”

Covin gave him a look that said, Yeah, right.

“Missing your copy of The Devil’s Darkest Desires ?” Genevieve teased.

“Yes,” Rowin answered. “I left off at the part where the Devil takes his mistress to his throne room and shoves his?—”

“If you say the word ‘cock,’ I’m going to beat the shit out of you,” Covin threatened.

Genevieve started to laugh, until she felt her ring warming on her finger. One look at her face and Rowin seemed to understand what was happening.

He cursed as he rushed for the trap door, but it was too late.

“Well, well, well,” Ellin laughed as she climbed into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. “Looks like I’ve found the party. Do none of you realize you’re supposed to be quiet during hide-and-seek?”

“We got bored waiting for you to be good at this game,” Covin admitted.

“Ellin—” Rowin began, but Ellin bared her teeth at him and cut him off before he could finish.

“Save it,” she snapped. “I’ll deal with you next.”

She turned her sights on Covin.

“Hey,” Covin said defensively, “I was only kidding.”

“You cut off my ear ,” she screeched at him. “You know how long body parts take to grow back! It’s worse than Rowin snapping my neck!”

Genevieve looked at her closer now, trying to see which side the aforementioned ear might be missing from, but Ellin’s haircut covered it very well.

“The left,” Rowin whispered.

“Shut up ,” Ellin snarled at Rowin.

Covin used the brief seconds her gaze was off him to lunge, but Ellin was quick. She dodged to the side, jabbing out with the blade and burying it in his abdomen.

He cursed, hunching forward. As she yanked the dagger from his stomach, he snarled, “Rowin, a little help?” Rowin didn’t move. “No, I think you’ve got this.”

“You’re a prick,” Covin seethed as he dodged another one of Ellin’s stabs.

This went on for a while, the two of them wearing each other out and rearranging the furniture with their wrestling as Rowin kept Genevieve strategically out of harm’s way. Eventually, though, Covin did get the upper hand: or a fist in Ellin’s gut, to be exact. Ellin let the knife clatter to the ground as she vomited up her dinner from Covin’s hit.

Genevieve winced and grasped onto Rowin’s hand.

“Fuck, El,” Covin said regretfully. And Genevieve could tell watching Ellin in pain truly did destroy him.

Ellin began to sniffle as she finished retching. “I’m done. I’m done . Whoever’s turn it is next, you can just have me! I hate this fucking game!”

Covin took a cautious step forward as Ellin straightened herself up, tears streaming down her face. “El, it’s going to be okay?—”

“ No ,” she spat at him. “It’s not! Rowin has more at stake than any of us, and he’s going to be the next Hunter! I lost my ear , Sapphire is still injured from her run-in with Sevin’s bastard wolf, and I am done . I want this to be over .”

Covin took another step forward, and Rowin gave Genevieve’s hand two squeezes in quick succession. As if to say watch .

Genevieve noticed it then, how the toe of Ellin’s right foot had subtly wedged itself beneath the hilt of the dagger. In a split second, Ellin kicked the knife up into her waiting hand and rammed it right through Covin’s heart just before the bells announcing the safe hours rang through the house.

Covin and the Hunting Blade disappeared in a blink, and Genevieve gaped at the other woman in awe.

“Baby sister guilt.” Ellin winked a watery eye at Genevieve. “Gets them every single time.”

Something about her words made Genevieve pause, but a moment later Rowin was leading her away.

Genevieve and Rowin spent the rest of their day in his bedroom. Specifically in between his sheets.

Later in the evening, as Genevieve was falling asleep against Rowin’s chest, the spark of an idea began to form in the back of her mind. She mumbled something to him about it, but he’d worn her out enough that she couldn’t make herself bother to check whether his own eyes were even open.

At some point, however, Rowin got out of bed. She pried her eyes open ever so slightly, to watch as he got dressed and then lifted a very sleepy Umbra from her place on the chair in the corner. He placed his Familiar next to Genevieve’s head, and the fox gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek.

“Where are you going?” Genevieve whispered.

“To find Ellin,” he murmured before tucking the covers tighter around her in the bed. “Go back to sleep.”

He quietly slipped out, the click of the lock reverberating in the darkness, and she let her exhaustion pull her back under.