“How’s everyone?” I asked, smiling at Ulric as he walked by. He nodded, his eyes bloodshot and sporting dark bags. “Good?”
Jasper paced at the back of the room. He paused for a second, shivered, and continued pacing.
“Morning. Sleep well?” Kace stood to our left with a cup of coffee. He had on gray sweats and nothing else, but then again, I suspected he’d be losing the sweats before the battle.
“Not at all.” My smile burned brighter, and I took a cup of water from Mr. Tom. Smiling down at the contents, I said, “I hardly slept at all and it was wonderful. Mr. Tom, why do I have a glass of water in my hand and not a cup of coffee?”
“Battle is only an hour away. I thought you should hydrate.”
“Huh.” I drank the water and handed the cup back.
“I don’t trust this good mood,” Niamh said from the couch, squinting at me. “Is it the sex or the mating or what?”
“Yes, miss, listen to the Paddy,” Mr. Tom said, heading back to the kitchen area. “It’s wise to be cautious of happiness. You don’t want it to sneak up on you and take you unawares.”
“I don’t, that’s fer sure,” Niamh said. “And I especially don’t want some grinning fool sneaking up on me and doing God knows what.”
“Like telling a joke?” Ulric asked, running his hands down his face. “Or laughing? Making you less grumpy, perhaps?”
“Making you likable?” Mr. Tom asked.
“All of the above, yes,” Niamh said. “Never trust someone high on life. They aren’t in touch with reality.”
Ulric spat out a laugh.
Austin came back from the kitchen, stopping beside Broken Sue. The former alpha sat at the counter, his arms folded, staring at nothing. Austin bent and murmured something to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Broken Sue blinked and leaned back, his eyes haunted. But he nodded, and when Austin walked away, he straightened up just a little bit more.
My heart swelled. Warm fuzzies tickled me. Purplish-pink magic shed from my skin before drifting into the air.
Austin glanced up, and his gaze stuck to me, his body going tight and fluid all at the same time. He started toward me with a killer’s grace.
Arousal wound through me. The craving for him intensified—sated a moment ago, it now felt like we’d been apart for a solid year.
“Ah crap, no.” Niamh stood up in a hurry. “If I want to be happy and relaxed, I’ll drink a cider and take the piss out of Mr. Tom, thank ye very much,” she said, rolling her shoulders.
“Fantastic,” Mr. Tom said dryly.
“Jessie’s affecting everyone’s mood now, not just the gargoyles,” Ulric said, heaving a sigh. “This is a nice one.”
“Speak for yerself. I don’t need some purple-shedding past Jane to force her feelings on me,” Niamh said.
“Watch what you say about my mate,” Austin growled, his power pulsing in the room, most everyone snapping to attention, including Niamh (before she scowled and swore). A shiver arrested me.
“Do not play with fire right now, Niamh,” Kace said out of the side of his mouth.
I laughed, of all things. I was as Froot Loops as Edgar, high on this feeling. Sore and languid and coiled and desperate.
As soon as Austin was within reach, I grabbed him and forced him back into the room, no embarrassment at this (pretty extreme) display of hunger. I slammed the door and ripped down his sweats before grabbing his neck. His kiss was aggressive and bruising and sexy as hell. He pushed up my muumuu and hiked my leg onto his hip, bent, and thrust upward, stealing my breath.
“Yes,” I groaned, throwing my other leg over his hip and wrapping around him. “Hard. Really, really hard.”
He spun me and rammed my back into the wall before hammering into me, his body crashing into mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my breasts. I gyrated to his rhythm, felt the wall quiver around us, the light fixture shake in its casing.
I yanked his hair, straining against him, already so high but wanting more. Wanting his body harder. More aggressively.
He tore me away from the wall, not bothering with the short trip to the bed, and sank onto the floor. Hands on my shoulders, he pulled me down on top of him as he thrust upward, filling me completely, erasing my thoughts. Control spun away.
I yanked his hair again as I fell on top of him, claiming his lips. He growled into my mouth, still thrusting like a demon, deliciously bruising. Hitting all the right spots, as hard as I could handle.
I slammed my body repeatedly on top of him as he thrust upward, then arched back and cried out my orgasm, almost inhuman, all-encompassing, the best high I’d ever had—and that was saying something, because I’d had a lot of bests last night. He shook beneath me, growling out his release.