Free Trent: Her Warlock Protector Book 7 by Hazel Hunter

her, and let the heel of his palm massage her clit. She came first, spasming around his fingers and grinding into his cock.
    It was enough to send him over the edge as pleasure poured through every muscle, nerve and ounce of skin. He was shivering even as he came, thick cum trapped by the condom. But he wished he could truly initiate her, make her his. She hadn’t asked though, and he had no right to gift her immortality, not if she didn’t want it.
    Not if she didn’t want him.
    When they were done, he slid out of her and they spooned together, her back up against him. Reaching down, he stroked her labia, enjoying the sensation of it, the wetness he’d brought out in her.  
    “Was that enough?”
    “Goddess yes.”
    He smiled and kissed her temple.  
    “You were amazing, love. Get some sleep. We have more training tomorrow.”

CHAPTER NINE

    “CARRIE, I CAN’T talk long,” Elaine said, as she hopped out of bed.  
    She paused and slipped onto the porch. With their senses, she would probably still wake Trent, but at least she could try and avoid it.  
    “I’ve got to get to the stables. I promised I’d help do some fall cleaning. We’re inundated with equipment no one uses anymore.”
    Her friend chuckled on the other end, and she could picture those mischievous blue eyes twinkling with mirth.  
    “You can’t talk long or you can’t talk loudly?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Oh please, I called you at your apartment last night at eleven about a question and no answer. Could it have anything to do with the hot, city guy?”
    Elaine blushed and was glad that she hadn’t put it on face-time. That would be too incriminating.  
    “It’s not like that.”
    “Oh I can hear the smile in your voice. Someone got laid and well.”
    She rolled her eyes and chuckled, despite the early hour. Carrie just had a way to get you relaxed with her perkiness.  
    “Okay so it might be like that.”
    “Ooh dish!”
    “I am not going to do that,” she said, peaking in through the blinds at Trent. The sun hit his perfect torso and she had to lick her lips at the sight of him. “Still, it was nice. I might have almost forgotten what that feels like…and discovered a few new things period.”
    “You know one morning when you’re not heading off to the farm you’ll have to tell me. Diagrams optional,” Carrie trilled.
    “Carrie!”
    “Okay just kidding, but you’re happy, right? I haven’t heard you sound this carefree in forever. Is there a beaming smile on your face to match?”
    Elaine shook her head and conceded to everything, taking a quick selfie and sending it along. The squeal on the other end sent her ears ringing, and made her growl a bit under her breath.  
    “Happy now?” Elaine asked.
    “Yup! I don’t know much about this guy from New York, but I want to meet him and then you have to hold onto him. You can’t afford to lose someone who makes you that smiley!”
    Elaine sighed and bit at a hang nail. “Maybe that’s not a choice I get to make.”
    “One or two guys turn out to be dicks. It doesn’t mean they all are. Jeff and I are happy.”
    “It’s not that. It’s just…”
    “What?”
    He has a mission and something bigger to do than be with me. I can’t compete with stopping Knights and conspiracies.
    But of course she couldn’t say that any more than she could talk about her shifting. Talking about secret wars might lose you friends.
    “A couple nights don’t make anything forever.”
    “They’re a start. Seriously, you and the dish need to come with me and Jeff on a double date. I bet the Moundville festival will be perfect and–”
    “I have to go,” Elaine said. “I really do. I’m going to be late.”
    “Sure mucking out stalls and tossing out frayed reins,” Carrie said, giggling. “I’ll get you with the third degree eventually. Talk later?”
    “Of course,” Elaine said, clicking off the phone.
      It was great to have someone to share her happiness with,