“Hell yeah, and then maybe we could get back to the bed and do it again,” Flint finished.
Emma looked taken aback by the suggestion and the fact that it had come from Flint. “You’re joking, right?” She kissed his cheek. Her magic skimmed over his skin. Their magic twisted together as one. He leaned over and kissed her. “You're saying I should let you screw me in a shed?”
“Well, it's not really a shed. It's more like an outbuilding.” He hesitated for a nano-second. “But yeah, who knows? We might float up to the roof. We might even have a view of the cliff over the river up there."
"I'll take a view with you anytime." She kissed the top of his nose.
Flint's lips twisted up into a mischievous grin, and he flicked his hands. Emma's clothes disappeared off her body and landed in his hand.
"Look at you. Good job! But two can play that game."
Flint's sweatpants were gone, along with his socks. He straddled her, and their lips clashed together. She sighed and raked her hands through his hair. His hand trailed down her body to her core, and he circled her clit.
Emma gasped, "Yes."
He slowed and kissed her again, his fingers continuing to prime her body.
They kissed and touched, exploring each other's bodies. Emma's hands grasped for Flint’s thick cock, and it sprang to life. He tried to pull away and kiss his way down her body, but she held him in place.
"No, I need you now."
Flint's hand slid back to her pussy, and he found her wet and ready for him. "Are you ready?" he growled.
"Yes, please, please."
He thrust his cock into her.
She wrapped her arms around him, gripping him. Their bodies moved together, rhythmically. Her breathing hitched. He stroked into her deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
Emma pulled her face back and gasped. “I need more.”
He growled, “Oh, my little apple, I need you, too.”
“Like this,” Emma panted, tilting her hips up. “I need all of you.”
Flint groaned. "Oh shit," was all he could say. Together they brought each closer. Flint bit down on her neck, sealing their mating.
Emma's body twitched with her release, and her back arched. His balls tightened, and he followed her over with a wave of pleasure he'd never felt before.
Tasting her, he pulled his fangs out and sealed the wound with his tongue.
"Ah, Flint?" Emma's legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, her arms around his neck.
When his senses returned, he realized his back was pressed tight against the ceiling of the cabin.
And Penny barked.
"Shit, don't let go." He let his breathing relax and pictured them returning slowly to the bed.
Which worked until the last two feet where they dropped and bounced.
Emma's hair flung around him, matching her laughter. "We're mated," she said into his ear.
"We're mated," he whispered back into hers. "We're mated,” he yelled.
EPILOGUELATE APRIL
She’d baked her famous chocolate chip cookies—at least, they were famous in her own mind. Getting used to working in Flint’s kitchen—their kitchen—was a lot easier than working in her old condo, or at least a lot less crowded. Which was why she was in Jack’s shop with a large plate of sugary goodness.
This was one of the few places her security detail actually waited outside. Oak had figured that the dead witch had worked for someone at Waterhouse and that someone had plans for Emma, or a seer witch. But the dark-haired witch hadn’t wanted to be replaced, so he took it upon himself to get rid of the competition. Emma was growing used to the Stone security agents who followed her everywhere. She’d already dropped off a plate at their black SUV.
“Emma!” Jack came out of his office. “What do you have there?” He eyed the plate. The bear was a complete sugar addict.
“Cookies.” She pushed them out to him, taking the cover off. The chocolate aroma twirled around them.
He eyed her. “Emma, what are you bribing me with cookies for?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall of his office.
“Bribing—who, me? I would never.” Emma held the bribery tray of cookies out to him with straight arms.
Jack raised his eyebrows as the garage door to the shop opened, and the beeping of the truck rang around the shop. “The guys are back, so if this is a silent bribe, I’m going to need you to be quick about it.”
“Fine, but you can’t tell Shiori.”
“No deal.” Jack pivoted back into his office.
“All right. Goddess. I need to borrow some tools.”
He took the cookies. “That doesn’t seem like it needs bribery cookies. So okay. What tools?”
