The Red Witch (Amber Lee Mysteries Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

side, ran my fingertips lightly up his thigh, traced the line of his bulge, and continued up and over the ridges of his abdomen until my fingers found his lips. Then I went back down again, again sailing over the tight muscles of his chest and abs, lightly travelling along the length of his stiffening manhood, and down his thigh. By the time my hand came back up and reached his bulge again, he was hard.
    I gently peeled the blanket down just far enough to free him, and then I took him in my mouth. He was hard and warm and soft and I couldn’t help but moan as my lips and tongue and hand worked in unison to rouse him gradually from sleep. When he reached into my hair with his hand and cupped the back of my neck I knew he was awake, and I accepted the gesture as my cue to work faster.
    My body ached for him to be inside me, but the night was still young and Aaron’s stamina was like no other guy I had ever been with. I had no doubt he would be good to go again in a couple of minutes. So I kept going until his body tensed and he filled my mouth, and I moaned with him, and enjoyed the experience with him.
    Big, strong werewolf he might have been; but right here, right now, I had more power than he did, and that felt so good.
    When I was satisfied that he was done, I crawled into the bed with him, drew myself across his body, and nuzzled into the side of his neck. “Hi,” I said.
    “Hi,” he echoed. His body was shaking lightly.
    “Did I wake you?”
    “Yeah…”
    “I’m not sorry.”
    “I bet you aren’t.”
    “What can I say? You left me blue-balled in the kitchen earlier. I wanted to take what I was promised.”
    “You realize I’m the one who just—”
    “Oh, yeah, totally, but now that you’re awake you’re gonna take care of me. That’s how this works.”
    Aaron laughed and his entire body shook. “You’re unbelievable,” he said.
    I kissed him on the neck. “Aren’t I?”
    A silence fell over us like a blanket, but it was a comfortable silence—one you could wrap yourself in. “How did everything go tonight?” he asked.
    “I’m fine, if that’s what you mean. Frank was there to cheer me up after I spoke to Eliza. I’m going to miss her though.”
    Aaron nodded. “I know. It’ll be okay, though. And what about Damien?”
    He was awake for that. “He… Frank told me he wasn’t doing too well so I went to see him. Natalie broke up with him.”
    “That sucks for him.”
    “Yeah, it does. I thought I’d go and talk to him.”
    “And?”
    “I think he’s gonna be okay.”
    “Do you think I should go and talk to him? You know, as the only other straight guy in the house.”
    “Would you? He’d like that, I think.”
    “It’s the least I can do. If it weren’t for him I may have never had you.”
    “Don’t be silly. You had me. Have me.”
    “I do have you.”
    I couldn’t say that, at the time, I wasn’t a little resistant to the idea of having Aaron and Damien living under the same roof considering I had been romantically involved with both men before. But while they didn’t have a lot in common, it didn’t take them long to become friends—or at least I liked to think they had, anyway. Neither of them had attacked the other over me, or in general, so there was that. What few things they did have in common—like Football, surprisingly; Damien was a big 69’ers Fan—though, they spoke about passionately and at length. Plus, Aaron’s status as a werewolf meant he soon started to see everyone who lived in the house as his pack; and while I may have been the group’s leader, he was the pack’s Alpha.
    And, you know, sometimes in bed I would let him have his title.
    Aaron was strong and tough and fast, warm to the touch, his sweat—hot and slick against my body—drove me mad, and the way he would nibble at the skin where my jaw met my neck made my legs buck and shake. Intimate times with Aaron were in many ways like tugs-of-war: when I had him, I had him. He was mine to