Heir of the Coven (Daughters of the Warlock 3)

I turned around and put my arms around his neck, going up on my toes to kiss him. I couldn’t find the words to respond. I hoped this was enough.

He pulled my body tightly into his, his hardness against my softness.

I moaned as his tongue slid into my mouth and he held me tight. But he didn’t go any further. He just kissed me and petted me as he washed my body.

I wanted him to go on, of course. His touch had my nipples throbbing and other tender parts of my body calling out for his touch. “Are we going to...”

I gestured down to his cock, which was thick and long and pressing against my belly. My fingers caressed his tip and he shuddered, throwing an arm out against the wall to maintain his balance.

“Aren’t you sore from last night?” he asked, his fingers from his free hand trailing down my stomach.

“I am... but...” I let my voice trail off. I didn’t particularly care about my soreness as long as it meant getting to feel him inside of me again.

He grinned and kissed me on the lips. “Let’s wait until after the trial,” he said. “Hopefully tonight we’ll have plenty to celebrate.”

I nodded, his commonsense both annoying and thoughtful.

“Okay.” I didn’t bother to hide my disappointment from my tone, and I released my hold on his cock.

He grinned and thrust against me. “You know I want you, Ava. But I don’t want to break you before we’ve even begun. Let it build up. The wait will be worth it.”

I nodded again. He was right, of course. Since he clearly had more experience, I had no problem trusting his judgment. But that didn’t mean I was happy about it.

Perhaps he was right.

I hopped out of the shower, then heard my father’s voice again. “Ten minutes Ava.”

I stared at Tavlor as I wrapped myself in a towel. “Oh shit.”

I hadn’t realized we had been in there for that long. Perhaps it was best Tavlor had said no. I could only imagine my father shouting out just as I was about to reach my climax.

I ran into my bedroom and didn’t hesitate to use magic, when I could have taken the time to do things the human way. With a quick spell I was dry and dressed, and my hair was done.

I glanced at the image reflected in the mirror. Yep, that’ll do.

“I’m gonna make something to eat, and meet you in the office, okay?” I called out to Tavlor.

“I won’t be long. See you in a minute,” he called back.

I raced out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind me.

My father was well ahead of me. The table was laden with hot drinks, juices, pastries, and cold sandwiches.

He gestured to the platters with a flourish of his hand.

“A proper breakfast to start the day?” he suggested.

“Yes, please!”

All of the activities I had recently participated in with Tavlor had left me feeling hungrier than I realized.

I grabbed one of the hot chocolates and began sipping it as I layered up a plate with mostly sandwiches and a croissant or two.

No point going hungry when I didn’t have to.

My father arched a brow at the amount of food I had piled on my plate, but I avoided looking at him. I still wasn’t sure if one of his powers was being able to read my mind, and the last thing I wanted was for him to know what happened between me and Taylor.

By the time I sat down on the couch, Tavlor had joined us in the room wearing traditional Fae robes and looking sexier than any man should.