Melt for Us (Order of the Unseen, #1.5)

by Molly Doyle

Micah

“I don’t know about that.” “Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.” His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.”

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.”

“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds,

“And it turns out that,” Micah hesitates,

“Our pretty little slut has be...

it’s almost midnight, and we intend to make sure that you don’t get one single fucking breath of the new year.”