I did the most I could to.
Another faint laugh. He kissed my neck, bringing a layer of chills to my skin. “Good girl.”
I’d never be able to put into words why that made me clench, but holy shit, I’d never been so engrossed by so many sensations at once in my entire life.
The pace of his fingers against my clit quickened, and it was like I melted into him. Like the slow grinds of my ass against his pelvis were in perfect synch with his thrusts. Like we were one entity filled with ecstasy, and passion, and pure elation. With each thrust, each breath, each moan his hand muffled, I climbed closer and closer to the finish my body craved.
“Come for me, Brooke,” Declan whispered in my ear. “I want to feel your cunt tighten around my—”
Apparently, I had no choice in the matter. That deep, husky voice told me to, so I did. That statement would never apply anywhere else, but I was starting to trust him with my pussy, because the orgasm had me screaming into his fingers. The pleasure was so intense that both of my legs quivered, suddenly giving merit to the phrase ‘weak in the knees.’
With each contraction, he yanked me in closer, cupping his hand so tight around my cheeks that I wondered if it’d bruise. Yet, somehow, that firm grasp just added to wave of paradise that overtook my body.
Warmth filling within me, adding to that climax of pure euphoria, his soft groan sounded at my ear, murmuring, “Such a good fucking girl.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
DECLAN
As I buttoned my jeans, Brooke lifted her panties up under her skirt, struggling as they caught against her thigh highs. I’d thought they were tights until I lifted up her dress, but the thigh highs made her outfit that much cuter. The paisley sundress, the conservative cardigan, the ponytail, the glasses. I hadn’t realized she was wearing contacts the other night, but I preferred the glasses..
She definitely looked like a librarian today, and it was hotter than the tight skirt and heels.
“That, um…” Brooke tucked her jacket in tighter, glancing up at me. “Well, that happened.”
I laughed. “Not what I came here for, but I’m not disappointed.”
Her cheeks burned red, and a playful smile lifted her lips. “I am absolutely not disappointed.”
I smirked, holding her gaze for a moment.
This was fucking bizarre. Everything about it, beyond doubt, was insane. But it didn’t feel weird when I was looking at her. It didn’t feel awkward and uncomfortable. It felt…
Familiar.
Fuck, that made it weird again.
“But you need to stop going into my head,” Brooke said. “It’s not okay.”
“I didn’t mean to. But your granny panties are cute.”
She smacked me in the arm.
I laughed. I hadn’t said so to be a dick. The little rose at the top of her ass on the white cotton was adorable. “Sorry. Won’t mention your granny panties again.”
“You better not.” She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter behind her. “And you’re clean, right?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I always use condoms. You?”
“It’s been a while aside from Saturday, but same.” She adjusted her now falling ponytail. “But back to the whole par animarum thing. Do you have any books on it? Any resources I can study?”
“My mom says it’s all word of mouth. Generation to generation. I’m sure if you asked around, you’d find more. Apparently, everyone in the supernatural world knows about it.” Which made me wonder why she didn’t. “Your parents never talked about it?”
No one told me bedtime stories, she said. But her lips didn’t move. “No. But I’ll do more digging. Either way, I need to come to Spades tonight. We need to figure out who the hell shot you. And this has to have something to do with Misty, don’t you think? It happened the day after I showed looking for her.”
“Maybe. But maybe it has something to do with this.” I gestured between us. “My mom said something about a curse on the par animarum.”
Her face screwed up. “You didn’t think to mention that sooner?”