Page 9 of Kiss of Embers

“Mmhmm. You’re pretty forgetful.”

“And you’re a hypocrite.” He squeezed his ass around my cock. When I sucked in a breath, he smiled. “Calling me a slut when you’re ready to beg for it.”

“I am,” I rasped. “I’ll beg.”

“I know you will.”

I seized his wrists and pressed them to the mattress above his head. A fresh wave of arousal built as I rutted inside him, my thrusts rocking the bed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Going to fill up this messy hole again.”

Lust sparked in his eyes. He tightened his thighs around my hips, then flipped us in one powerful movement. My dick stayedlodged inside him, and he flashed me a triumphant look as he pinned my wrists to the bed, reversing our positions. “You?—”

The first strains of “Imperial March” drifted from the nightstand. Finn and I both looked at my phone.

“Ignore it,” I told him.

“It’s hard to ignore that stupid ringtone.”

“Sacrilege, speaking about the Galactic Empire that way.”

Finn leaned sideways, straining as he tried to see my phone on the nightstand. “Were you expecting a phone call?”

“Hell no.” I bucked my hips a couple times, earning a disgruntled look from Finn. “Ignore it,” I repeated. “If it’s important, they’ll leave a voicemail.”

The phone stopped.

“See?” I gave Finn’s cock a lazy stroke. “It wasn’t important.”

The ringtone started up again.

Finn climbed off me and grabbed the phone. He paled as he studied the screen.

“Who is it?” I asked, sitting up.

“The Consort.”

“Shite!” I jumped from the bed, my blood pumping faster as I searched for my clothes.Robe.I’d left in the hallway. I darted for the door.

“What are you doing?” Finn demanded. “You need to answer this!”

I stopped and waved a wild hand in front of my dick. “I can’t talk to Niall with my cock out.” The ringtone continued, filling the room with trumpets.

Finn marched toward me, the phone extended and an exasperated look on his face. “He can’t see you, Struan.”

“You don’t know that.” Niall Balfour wasn’t just the king’s mate. He was a powerful witch halfling who could travel through water—and wield it as a weapon. He’d ruled the race whileCormac was lost to the fire. Everyone gave the Consort a wide berth.

Finn thrust the phone at me. “Answer it!”

“Give me a bloody second!” I started for the hallway.

The phone went silent. Finn and I stared at it.

“Fuck,” Finn muttered.

I rubbed a hand over my jaw, worry nibbling at me. “Maybe he’ll leave a message.”

Finn shot me a dark look. “Or he’ll come here and?—”

The phone lit up again. This time, the trumpets seemed angrier.