The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport Book 4)

by Tate James

“More than okay,” I agreed, biting my lip as his mouth closed over the skin of my neck and sucked. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I raised myself up a little, giving him space to position the tip of his cock against my opening before sinking down onto him ever so slowly.

  As turned on as I already was, combined with the bathwater, it wasn’t necessary to take as much time letting my pussy adjust, and soon he was fully sheathed inside me.

  My face fell forward when our hips met once more, and my forehead rested on his shoulder, enjoying the full feeling of him in me for a moment.

  “Fucking hell,” he murmured in a breathy voice, nipping lightly at the skin of my neck while his hands roamed over my back, then settled on my ass. “This is... way better than I’d imagined it.”

  “Oh yeah?” I gasped, adjusting my knees in order to start moving. “You’ve imagined this then?”

  He groaned as I rose and fell slowly, even as I knew full well I’d imagined it too.

  “Yeah,” he panted. “So many fucking times.”

  His palms grasped at my ass cheeks, encouraging me to move faster, and his hips bucked up to meet me. Biting back a grin, I kissed him again while letting him set the pace for a little while, loving that he wasn’t afraid to show me how he wanted it.

  “Was this how you imagined it then?” I asked, breaking free of his lush lips and kissing a line down his neck.

  “Umm,” he hummed. “Not quite.”

  “Oh?” I pulled back a little way to look at him with a curious, stupidly aroused grin. “How did you imagine it?”

  He chewed at the corner of his lip for a moment, but his hips were still bucking to meet mine and his cheeks were flushed with color that wasn’t at all embarrassment.

  “You’re cool with heights, right?” he asked, and I cocked my head to the side, frowning a little at the change of subject.

  “Um, yeah. Why?” I squinted at him as he grinned, his eyes flaring with heat.

  “Turn around,” he ordered me, not in the least bit nervous anymore. “Lean your elbows on that ledge.”

  Fascinated, excited, and frankly, willing to do anything he fucking wanted when he spoke in that tone, I did as he said and quickly saw why the question about heights was relevant.

  The ledge he was talking about faced the window which overlooked the whole of Toronto from fifty-eight floors up. For someone afraid of heights, it’d be a definite no-no, but for me it was just an added excitement.

  “Hell yeah,” I breathed, leaning my elbows on the bath ledge and looking all the way down. The familiar feeling of exhilaration flooded through me so much that I almost came just from the feeling of Wesley’s hands on my ass as he knelt behind me.

  “Yeah?” he replied, and I was too far gone for words so just moaned my approval and pushed back onto him, encouraging him to enter me. “Cool, this is what I’d been imagining.” His voice was breathy and tense with excitement, which turned me on even more.

  With one hand, he positioned his hard dick against my throbbing cunt, then pushed in with a hand guiding my hips back onto him while I groaned my approval.

  “Um, you don’t mind it a little... rough, do you, sweetheart?” His tone already said he knew I didn’t mind it rough. After all, he was well acquainted with his teammates’ proclivities in the bedroom. No secrets in the team and all that.

  “Do it,” I gasped, waggling my ass and begging him to move. I was already so damn close to orgasming it wasn’t exactly going to take much.

  “Awesome,” he murmured, tangling the fingers of one hand in my hair while his other hand gripped hard on my hip bone. Dammit, fingerprints there were starting to become a bit of a habit. Still, it was a habit I was happy to keep.

  Using my hair, Wesley pulled my head back, arching my back deeply as he fucked me exactly as he’d promised he would. Rough.

  The combination of Wesley’s dominant grip on my body, his thick shaft pounding into me, and the exhilaration of being so damn high up made me come so hard I was screaming his name in seconds.

  “Fucking shit, sweetheart,” he gasped, burying his cock deep inside me as my pussy clenched and fluttered around him with my intense climax. “Dammit, I can’t last when you’re like this.”

  “So don’t,” I groaned, still shuddering with the aftershocks. “We have all night, right?”

  That was all the encouragement he needed, and with just a few more hard thrusts, he, too, reached his explosive climax.

  “Holy fuck,” he muttered as we both collapsed back into the somewhat cooler bath water.

  “Agreed,” I sighed, snagging my glass of champagne to cure my dried-out mouth.

  For a long moment, we just soaked in the tub with my head on Wesley’s shoulder, sipping wine and looking out at the glittering city.

  “Hotel was a good idea,” I murmured sleepily after some time.

  Wesley chuckled. “You can say that again. Are you sleepy?”

  A long yawn stretched my jaw open before I shook my head. “No,” I lied.

  “Uh-huh,” he grinned, standing up and grabbing a towel to wrap around his slim waist before holding one up to me. “Well in that case, you want to check out the bedroom?”

  My eyebrows shot up. Hell freaking yes! But also, super impressed at his turn around time.

  “To sleep,” he clarified, but I grinned wickedly. We’d see about that...

  5

  Another heavy yawn creaked my jaw, and I rubbed my eyes while I stood in the lobby with Lucy, waiting for our SUV to arrive.

  The heavenly smell of coffee reached my nostrils, and my mouth watered when I saw the massive takeaway cup being waved in front of my face.

  “Thank the glorious caffeine gods,” I moaned, taking the cup from Caleb and smelling it. “Thank you, you beautiful human.”

  “Don’t encourage her, Cal,” Lucy snapped, making as if to grab my coffee but retracting her hand when I snarled at her. “Maybe if little miss thing here had actually slept last night instead of drinking and fucking with Wes, she wouldn’t be such an ogre right now.”

  Caleb fought back a laugh at my rainbow-haired bestie scolding me, but I didn’t bother. Taking a long sip of my coffee, I grinned at her.

  “No regrets, Luce. None.” Except for the sandpaper feeling inside my eyelids from too much tequila and not enough sleep. Wes and I had quickly found the suite was only stocked with alcohol but, seeing as we were both newly twenty-one, decided shots were appropriate. Naked shots. Between... other activities.

  Come to think of it... my eyelids weren’t the only thing feeling a bit raw this morning.

  Damn selective healing. I made a mental note to get better control over that magic. Love bites and fingerprints I didn’t mind keeping for the normal, human length of time to heal, but the uncomfortable ache between my thighs I could probably do without.

  “No regrets about what?” Wes asked, coming up to us holding two coffees, then frowning when he saw the one already in my hand. “Oh, I got you a coffee, but I guess Cal beat me to it.”

  Caleb smirked, and Lucy held out her hand to take the extra one from Wes.

  “Don’t you mean, ‘Hey Luce, I got you a coffee too’?” she prompted sarcastically, and Wesley snorted.

  “Uh yep, exactly what I meant,” he nodded, then turned his light blue eyes back to me. “So what are we having no regrets about?”

  “All the fucking you two did last night,” Lucy replied with all the tact of a freight train. “And the drinking.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but she was just salty because she was now the youngest.

  “Um.” Wesley flicked an uncertain look to me and then back to Lucy. “But it was my birthday?”

  His answer surprised me and made me snort coffee, but Lucy was less than impressed. I was pretty sure she was mostly sulking that we were leaving her behind here in Toronto with Elena. But leaving Elena alone wasn’t an option, and they couldn’t both come with us. Hiding out with just the seven of us was going to be hard enough, let alone trying to s
neak nine people into a small town without being noticed.

  As it was, River, Vali, and Austin had left in the early hours of the morning to go and sort out access keys and things for our new home, while the rest of us were just following now at about mid-morning. Our destination was a cottage somewhere in the Ontario wilderness that, according to Vali, he’d won in a poker game some years past.

  Being a totally black market deal, there was no paper trail connecting him—and by association, us—to the cottage so—touch wood—we should be safe there for a while. At least until we could get a handle on our magic and the guardian bonds and work out what to do with everything we now knew.

  Outside the glass doors of the lobby where we stood, a shiny red Nissan Armada pulled up, and Cole hopped out of the front.

  “Cole’s here,” I told the boys, handing Caleb my bag to load into the car while I said goodbye to Lucy.

  “Promise me you’ll keep safe, Luce?” I asked her seriously, and she rolled her eyes at me.

  “Seriously, Kit?” she asked in a dry voice. “You’re telling me to keep safe? Never thought I’d see the day. Don’t worry, girl, we’ll be fine. Finn is going to come and stay with us too, if that makes you feel better?”

  It seriously did not. “Oh good, wait until the second we’re leaving to spring it on me that you and Elena’s mentally unstable boyfriend of undisclosed supernatural origins is coming to stay.” I pursed my lips, knowing I had no leg to stand on, given the men I’d chosen for my own guardians. “Just...”

  “I know, Kit. Be safe. The same goes for you, you know. Wes and I have made sure all your phones are totally secure now, so don’t go losing it or breaking it.” She tried to look tough, and I smiled, wrapping her in a one-armed hug without spilling either of our coffees.

  “Love you, Lucifer,” I told her.

  “Love you too, Christina,” she replied, and I joined my boys in the stupidly large SUV, leaving her in the lobby.

  Why these cars needed to be so damn massive, I had never understood. But considering my new entourage of lovers, I was beginning to see the appeal. A quick glance in the back confirmed there was eight seats too.

  “Vixen,” Cole murmured, pressing the little button to close the SUV’s back door and coming around to open the passenger door for me, “you’re up front with me today. Those two assholes have been stealing too much of your time lately.”

  “Aw, I missed you too, Cutie,” I replied, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him before clambering up into the passenger side seat.

  Cole rumbled something under his breath too low for me to hear, then closed my door and jogged back around to the driver’s side.

  “You boys ready to roll?” he asked, glancing in the rearview mirror and then chuckling. Curious about what was so funny, I looked over into the back seat and found Caleb with a marker drawing a careful moustache on a deeply sleeping Wesley.

  “What?” Caleb asked me with a shrug. “It’s been too damn long since we had some fun... and he deserves it for keeping you out all night.”

  I snickered a laugh and sat back in my seat. “I sense the start of a war.” I glanced at Cole, and he snorted.

  “Oh, Vix babe, you have no idea.” He shook his head, turning out onto the street and following the signs north. “The last time this started...” He clicked his tongue, and I heard a chuckle from the backseat.

  “Something tells me I’m going to find out when Wes wakes up?” I asked, and this time I needed no reply. Living in the middle of nowhere with my guys was going to be fun; there was no question about that.

  It was a decent drive from where we’d been staying in Toronto to our new home, and Wesley was predictably pissed when he discovered his inked on moustache. Even more pissed when he found it was permanent marker and that he’d been chatting with us for over an hour while we held back giggles. It hadn’t been until we stopped at a gas station for fuel and snacks that he’d caught sight of himself in the reflection of a fridge door.

  Foolishly, Caleb then fell asleep against the door not long afterwards, so Wes went to town with the permanent marker, giving him a monobrow, a goatee, and a monocle.

  “How much farther is it, do you know?” I asked Cole, stretching my neck and rubbing at my lower back. Sitting in cars for too long always made me feel all sorts of kinked up.

  Cole scratched at his chin for a moment before replying. He looked like he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days, and fuck, it was sexy on him. He and River pulled off three-day stubble like no men I’d ever met.

  “Shouldn’t be too much further. Maybe another hour or so?” He glanced over at me and nodded to the glove compartment. “There’s a map in there with the exact location marked.”

  “A map?” I chuckled. “How very old school.”

  “Not old school, Vixen,” Cole corrected as I flicked open the latch to the glove compartment and pulled out the folded paper map. “Secretive. According to Vali, this house isn’t listed anywhere online, and he didn’t want to go plugging coordinates into Google only to have Omega intercept them somehow. Paper is much safer.”

  Sounded sensible, so I nodded and unfolded the paper to inspect it. Sure enough, there was a little dot inked on the paper with a red circle around it.

  “Okay, so we are just passing...” I looked out the window, checking for a location on the shop names of the little town we were passing through. “Bravenherst. I think.”

  I inspected my map again, located the town of Bravenherst, and absentmindedly circled it with the marker I’d stolen from Wes and Caleb to prevent any more facial features being added to either of them.

  “And we need to get to here...” Using the tip of my pen, I tapped the dot that marked the house. “Ugh, that still looks like a ways to go. I wish we could just magic ourselves there.”

  Now, one might have assumed that I’d have been more careful about the words I used and the intent behind them... especially when handling ink... but in my defense, I was still really new to the whole magic thing and I was really tired, dammit!

  There was no warning or time to react. One minute we were driving sixty to seventy miles an hour down a deserted road on our way out of Bravenherst, and the next we were about to drive straight into the side of a gorgeously extravagant log cabin.

  “Shit!” Cole yelled, slamming his foot on the brakes and skidding to a halt some inches from the side of the house. “Vixen!”

  “That wasn’t me!” I screamed back, even though I was at least sixty-eight percent sure it was me.

  “Well, it wasn’t fucking me,” Caleb snickered from the backseat. “My rune circles can only take, like, one extra person, not an entire SUV and four people with luggage.”

  “Uh-oh,” Wes muttered, and I whipped around to look at him.

  “Uh-oh, what? What now?” I demanded, starting to panic a bit that I’d done something like... give myself a unicorn horn. As discreetly as I could, I ran a hand over my forehead just in case.

  “That.” Wesley nodded out his window to the furious faces of Austin and River as they stormed across the grass.

  “Crap,” I groaned. “Cal, uh, any chance you know how to make me invisible?” I tried pleading with my eyes at him, but couldn’t take him seriously with an inked-on monobrow and eyeglass.

  “You’re on your own, Kitty Kat,” he smirked. “Don’t think I don’t see you trying not to giggle.”

  “Dammit,” I hissed as Austin and River reached our SUV and Austin came around to my side.

  Ripping the door open, his scowling face got all up in my business as he yelled. “Christina! I know this was your doing! What in the ever-loving fuck were you thinking? What if people had seen you pop out of thin fucking air here? What if you’d fucked it up and only half the car made the jump? What if you’d all ended up splattered through the fucking car like ketchup? What if—”

  “What if you stop yelling at me and consider it was a goddamn fucking accident?” I screamed back at him, unclipping my seat belt and push
ing him out of the way so I could exit the car.

  Best defense was a good offense, right? Besides, I was not the kind of girl to sit back and be scolded like a damn two-year-old for an accident!

  “Do not walk away from me, Christina!” Austin bellowed from behind me, but I didn’t bother stopping or looking back. Instead, I flipped him off and brushed past River to get to the front door of the house.

  Fuck. Him.

  My anger was burning way hotter than the situation really called for, and part of me knew it was Austin’s anger that was clawing at my throat and making it hard to breathe. I needed to... I didn’t even know. Run? Hit something? Something!

  A commotion was going on with the guys still by the car, and Austin was yelling something about reckless use of magic and could have killed us all, but I blocked them out. My only concern was to find a way to calm the hell down before I accidentally blew something up or teleported the entire house somewhere. Hell, I didn’t know what was possible, but I did know that my temper was not going to be good for controlling magic.

  “dragă,” Vali’s voice sounded from nearby as I paused in the foyer to the jaw-dropping house.

  “Wilderness cabin?” I narrowed my eyes at him standing in the open doorway to the kitchen looking beyond sexy in a tight gray T-shirt and blue jeans. “Vali, this is a fucking mansion.”

  The foyer where I stood opened into a huge sunken living area with floor-to-ceiling glass looking out over a lake. A lake that I probably would have known was there had we arrived via road and not popped out of thin air in the driveway…

  Vali shrugged. “Language barrier. Come, I’ll show you your room.”

  I snorted a laugh at his language barrier excuse. Damn Romanian spoke better English than I did. Still, it was better than standing in the foyer fuming with anger and clenching my fists.

  “Sure,” I huffed. “Find me somewhere to hide until I lose the urge to rip Austin’s fucking head off.”

  “Mmm, his head? Or his clothes?” Vali arched a brow at me then flashed a devilish grin and led the way up the grand wooden staircase.