Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three, Knox, Abby [book series to read .TXT] 📗

After the tattoos were finished, they’d gone up the street, and he showed her the inside of his shabby walk-up apartment above the Pho Palace.

If Gavin had been thinking ahead, he would have ordered some takeout from that place as a precaution. The best hangover cure in the world was an extra-hot bowl of pho.

He remembered taking off his shirt and boots on the way up the stairs to his apartment, but he didn’t know why. He didn’t know why his drunk ass did a lot of things.

And after that, it was a blur of lips, and damp, sweaty skin. Breasts. The smell of her hair. The sweetness of her sex. The delicious friction of their bodies. His hands climbing up her legs and taking hold of her ass, careful not to rub the bandage off her tattoo. And then, the shift. Both of them had shifted. He into a wolf, she into a panther. He’d gotten away, but not before she’d taken a bite out of him. It wasn’t a big bite, and it would heal quickly, especially as magic was coursing through him. But there was blood, and some of it had spilled onto the sheets.

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Gavin came crashing back to reality. He was here, with her, in broad daylight, in the fanciest bedroom he’d ever seen. His head was clear, and he could see in her eyes that hers was too. And judging by her response to his last text, she was into him just as much as he was into her.

Now it was time to get way into her. Again.

But first, she needed to eat something. “You must be starving. Eat.” He gestured to the night table.

Her eyes went wide. “That was from you? You’re amazing and also psychic!”

He smiled. “Yeah? Why?”

“Because I got home so late that Betsy didn’t bring me breakfast. She always brings me coffee and beignets at 7 a.m. She’s been doing it since I was a child, every time I would come to visit. My mother didn’t want me drinking coffee as a kid, but Aunt Betsy said it couldn’t hurt if I wanted to try it. She made it with mostly cream and sugar, and a little bit of coffee. She would always joke that she was pumping me full of caffeine and sugar just to send me back to Baton Rouge as hyper as the Roadrunner. I think she felt bad I didn’t get out much as a child and wanted to spoil me. This time I missed it. But I didn’t truly miss it because you brought it to me!”

God, she was adorable when she rambled.

“What is it?” she asked, looking at him curiously. She’d caught him gazing at her with moony eyes while she talked about her childhood memories.

“Nothing. Eat.”

She pouted and looked inside the paper bag. “But what are you going to eat?” Gavin ignored this and pointed at the bag, gesturing for her to get on with it. She was going to need the energy for what was next.

Inside, he was elated that his instincts on how to take care of his girl had been correct.

She looked from the bag to him, and back at the bag, as if weighing her options.

He was all ready to wait for her to drink her coffee and eat her breakfast, but Chastity only wanted one thing. She placed one beignet between her teeth and leaned forward, powdered sugar dusting her chin, her chest, and the blankets.

What could a gentleman do but take what a lady offers him from between her lips? When he bit through the sweet pastry and their lips touched, he heard a faint purring. So faint, he couldn’t be sure it was coming from her.

He bit off his half of the beignet completely and asked. “Is that you? Are you purring?”

Her eyes were closed but her lips smiled mischievously as she chewed, and the beast inside her purred louder. When her pink tongue darted out to lick the powdered sugar from her lips, Gavin had to adjust himself due to the ache. Those jeans were becoming too tight all of a sudden as his cock jerked and jerked again with every nibble, every brush of her tongue across her lips, every yummy noise she hummed.

When she moved to lick her fingertips clean, he cuffed her wrist with his big hand. She gasped, and then whispered curses of pleasure as he used his mouth to clean every bit of sugar off her fingertips, sucking them into his mouth one by one while she watched, eyes wide, lips parted. And then, he cleaned all the sugar off her chest. “Mine,” he murmured, sucking, licking, noticing the hickey he’d left behind. He’d left his mark on her, and there would be more where that came from.

When he was finished devouring all the sweetness from her chest, Chastity’s face bloomed with sudden heat. Her soft lips attacked him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, while her hands and legs clambered over his torso like a cat climbing a tree.

“As much as I love your urgency, Chastity, I want to go slow this time and remember everything.”

The pouting of her pretty lips gripped his heart. Gavin took in every ounce of her, every inch, every breath, every pore. Burying his face in her bed-mussed hair, he inhaled the imprinted scent until it was burned even deeper into his soul. When her eyes closed at his touch, he seared her innocent face into his mind. Her sighs melded with his. Her breasts pressed into the grip of his hands as her breathing grew ragged. He savored the taste of her mouth. Her nails dug into his back.

“We need to get rid of these clothes,” he said.

She mewled sadly as he forced some distance between them. He hated it too; he didn’t want another moment to pass where they weren’t touching, skin to skin, heart to heart, ever again. He slipped off the bed to