Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

“We can hit the woods next. I’ve never been with another shifter—well, not even another immortal, for that matter. Maybe we should take advantage.”

Ah, fuck. Maybe I do love her.

Roughly, I tug her head to the side, giving me a better angle at her mouth. I kiss her hard as I start moving inside her again, but Dice—the soon to be dead incubus—strikes again.

“The entire house will collapse if you don’t fix it before going at it again, damn it!”

Roslyn groans, but I continue kissing her, thoroughly tasting her lips over and over as my hips continue to rock. She’s squeezing my cock to death in the best possible way, and the pressure is as divine as it is addictive.

“Thad!” Zee yells.

“You fix it!” I yell back, smiling when Roslyn starts to giggle.

“Let me go fix it, then you can take me to the woods.”

That almost has me getting off again, but I manage to hold it back. What’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done? Pulling out of Roslyn when all I want to do is keep her right where she is for the rest of the night.

But considering she just offered herself to me in shift form, I manage to do it since there’s something to look forward to. She’s smiling when I start to pull on my pants, and she slowly stands.

All of her bruises from the fight with Slade have healed, and so

has the wound that was on her side. Fuck. I didn’t even think that I might have been hurting her.

“There’s not even a mark,” I say more to myself than her.

“Oh, there are marks. Especially on your back,” she says before her clothes suddenly appear on her body.

She really does have excellent control over her witch powers.

I glance over my shoulder at the mirror on the wall to see her claw marks all over me, and damn it feels good.

“I meant you,” I say while turning back to face her.

She tugs her shirt up, checking her side. “I heal fast if I have immortal blood. Most blood drinkers don’t need it until after immortality, but I’ve needed it all my life. And only immortal blood appeals to me. Does that freak you out at all?”

Her eyes find mine, and I see a vulnerability there that wasn’t there before. She’s afraid of me rejecting her?

I pull her to me, kissing her as she slowly relaxes in my arms.

“I actually think it’s hot that you’re going to be drinking from me regularly, so I’m not freaked out, but I am curious. How did you get it when you were a kid?”

She runs her hands down my chest, but just as she opens her mouth to explain, the floor crashes down, and she’s squealing instead of talking while my stomach slaps my throat in a free fall.

Right before I hit the floor, a weightlessness hits me as shadows dim my vision, and then suddenly I’m outside, staring at the house instead of on the floor.

Roslyn curses while looking around. “No one saw. Shit. I can’t believe I just threw us outside.”

Dice storms out, and I barely stop my laughter when I see him covered in sheetrock dust. He shakes his head, trying to knock out some of the powder-like residue, cursing the entire time.

Zee walks out looking just as fucked up as Dice, and I start laughing.

“Fucker. I tried fixing it, and I ended up tearing the rest of the floor out,” he gripes. “I don’t have that sort of control yet. Fighting? Got it down. Fixing shit? Not so much.”

Roslyn snickers while walking inside the dusty house.

“What happened to Ella and Chaz?” I ask, still fighting hard not to laugh.

“Went back to Alyssa. It’s better that way. Chaz may or may not be on our side for what we intend to do about Sadie. Speaking of which, Gage said as soon as he’s finished dealing with a werewolf/dark user territory dispute, that we’re going on a witch hunt. He knows where she is.”