I frowned and paused, tongue still poised against his skin.

I slowly climbed back on the bed and leaned down to cautiously trace my tongue along the length of his erection. Time to wake him up in a very special way. Either that or he was dreaming he was a sundial. Chase was obviously enjoying whatever dream he was having. The man was hot-blooded, which made him very amenable during the nights when I yanked all the blankets away and curled up in them, leaving him naked. Chase had decided to stay the night, and he was sprawled out across the mattress, sound asleep, cover thrown to the side. The driveway wasn’t visible from my window, so I couldn’t see whether her Jag was parked there. Menolly, my other sister, should be just getting home from work. He’d disappeared, and from all accounts, a goblin contingent nabbed him back in Otherworld, which spelled potential disaster. We knew he was alive, but that’s all we knew. Trillian, Camille’s alpha lover, was still missing. They were casting yet another spell to bring home one of our own. She was staying with her husbands, Morio and Smoky-a fox demon and a dragon, respectively-in the woods near Smoky’s barrow. Lifting the window just enough so I could lean my head out, I peered into the shadows of the backyard. I slid out from between the sheets and silently crossed to the window, padding softly over the braided rug that Iris had recently found in a little vintage store. A low bank of clouds-illuminated silhouettes against the sky-rolled through, streaking the moon with their long fingers of ink. From the bed, I gazed up at the moon, which glittered a quarter past full. Just enough for a breath of fresh air to pass through. The late-April night was unseasonably warm, so I’d left the window open a couple inches.

Night huntress by yasmine galenorn