Once in a Blue Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 1)
She opened, inviting the slide of his tongue. She coaxed him deeper, sucking on him, grinding her mouth against his. When he pulled away, they were both breathing hard.
He reached for the faucet and gave it a whirl, not tearing his gaze from hers. He slid back the glass door and walked her out, gripping her waist to set her on the counter.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back on her hands, glancing down to where he was fitting himself against her folds. So thick. So strong. More beast than man there. Perfect.
“Troll,” she whispered.
His gaze darted to her face, his brows pulling together in a questioning frown.
“I love you. All of you.”
His expression darkened. His nostrils flared, pupils enlarging to consume the irises, and then a greenish glow began to pulse. “I love you too, witch,” he growled.
With his strong hands clutching her hips to hold her still, he filled her with a single, thrilling thrust.
Bryn tossed back her hair and squeezed herself around him, daring her green-eyed troll with her eyes to give her everything he had. She could take him. All of him.
Epilogue
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Bryn and her sisters were hurrying. They’d promised to provide the food for the celebration of the bridge opening, but wrangling witches was like herding cats—impossible.
Aoife arrived late at Bryn’s. She was having a hard time that morning figuring out which dress made her look less fat, the blue or the green? Then she worried that both matched her eye color too closely. “Will they think I’m vain if I match my dress to my eyes?” she asked, holding up both hangers beside her face. “Maybe I should go back home and get the pink.”
“No!” Bryn said, gripping her waist and turning her toward the bathroom. “Wear the blue. Guys won’t notice the color of your dress—just that your ass looks nice. The blue hugs it.” As the door closed, Bryn closed her eyes. “Did you even remember to bring the deviled eggs?” she shouted through the door.
“They’re on the front seat of my car.”
Bryn went to the parlor door and pushed it open. “Renn!” she shouted.
He came at a lope. “What do you need?”
“Aoife left a tray of deviled eggs on her front seat.”
“Got it.” He loped away.
“I hope like hell they’re still cold.” She turned back to the women still moving franticly around the kitchen that seemed to grow smaller by the minute. “Radha, how’s that chicken?”
Radha set a huge pan topped with foil on the butcher block. “Marinated, ready for the grill.”
“Get it out of here.”
Radha opened the door onto the porch. “I need muscles!”
Khan popped into the opening.
She pointed at the pan. “Make sure this gets to the grill. Don’t let that foil slip. I don’t want flies or dirt in the meat.”
Khan strode to the counter, hefted the pan, and paused to bow over it as he locked his gaze with Radha’s. “Your wish, as ever, is my command.”
Radha rolled her eyes even as her cheeks blushed a fiery red. When he was gone, she glanced at Bryn. “I think all that jinn eagerness to fulfill my wishes is getting to me.”
Bryn didn’t have time to spare a laugh. “Ladies, gather the salads. We’re late.”
Darcy stacked three dishes and leaned them against her chest, but the moment she stepped onto the porch, the dishes were lifted away. “Hey,” she called after yet another tall, handsome demon. She glanced back at Bryn, her frown easing as a wicked smile curved her mouth. “It’s a little unnerving how they wait around every corner to lend a hand.”
Miren snorted. “It’s because they want to slip their hands under our clothes.”