Obsidian Fire (The Raven Queen's Harem 4)

Something that shows your legs.

The shorter the better.

And forget the panties.

I give him a hard look across the table and he winks. The other men are involved in a discussion about the fights later this week, oblivious to our flirting.

After a second piece of pie at dinner, it’s a good thing I’d planned on the dress because there’s no way I’m getting in a pair of skinny jeans. I check out the gray dress in the mirror, liking the way it clings in all the right places. If these men have done anything for me, it’s boost my self-confidence. They treat me and my body like it’s something to worship. They crave the parts I consider my biggest flaws. At the last minute I do as Sam directed and slip out of my panties.

He’ll probably never know but if he does? That will make the evening even more fun.

Chapter Four

Sam

I look twice when Morgan walks down the stairs in that slinky gray dress. The fabric hugs the rounded swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.

“Damn. I should tell you to dress up more often.” I walk over to the steps to greet her, taking her hand and pulling her close. I breathe in her scent and consider that maybe we shouldn’t go out at all.

“You look pretty good too.” She straightens my tie. “I’ve never seen you so dressed up.”

We definitely shouldn’t go out.

“Any chance you’ll tell me where we’re going now?” Her eyes carry a spark of excitement—something that’s been sorely missing lately. I’m not going to let her down, even though we could have just as much fun at home.

“Nope, not yet. But we should go.” I offer her my hand and she links her fingers through mine. She heads toward the front door but I tug her in the direction of the garage.

“Oh, we’re driving?” Another flare of interest. She loves the cars in the garage.

“Yep.” We walk down the long flight of stairs and I flick on the lights. Each section brightens, revealing two rows of magnificent vehicles. I pull her in for a kiss. She’s hungry for it—like she’s been waiting for it all day. She tastes like the sugary sweet pie we had for dinner and her engine is revved high as one of the cars in front of us. I run my hands down her back and over the arc of her ass.

No panties.

This girl is gonna kill me tonight.

I step back and adjust my pants, trying to calm myself before I really do ruin the night. Morgan laughs at the tight grimace on my face. Her awareness of how she affects me—affects all of us—only makes her hotter. She doesn’t exploit us, nor us with her, but the mutual appreciation we have with one another makes nights like this similar to walking on the edge of a knife.

“You pick,” I tell her.

“Pick what?” she asks.

“The car. Which should we take?”

There’s zero hesitation as she walks between the rows, stopping in front of a shiny white Tesla. “I?

??ve always wanted to ride in one.”

I open a cabinet on the wall and pull out the key. I hold it up. “Want to drive?”

She laughs. “No way. Walking in the city still freaks me out.”

“Fair enough, but sooner or later you’ll have to learn to drive up here.”

She makes a face and I open the passenger side door for her. Her hand is warm on my shoulder as she holds on to me to get in the low car. I kiss her again before shutting the door and quickly get behind the driver’s wheel.

Fall is coming and when we exit the garage, it’s already dark. Morgan covers my hand resting on the gearshift with hers. Her touch is like a spark of fire. I’m overwhelmed by her scent filling the small, enclosed space. Everything about her pulls me in and my reactions to her have only increased since she declared that I, along with the others, would be her mate.

“How’s your work coming?” she asks.