Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three Knox, Abby (popular books of all time .txt) 📖

comes from a long line of voodoo priestesses, and she sold you the same joke book of spells she sells to out-of-towners.”

Theodore’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“It’s over, Theo. I love you, but your reign is over. That is, if you want any kind of relationship with your half-blood grandchildren.”

Both Chastity and Gavin started at this. “Mama, what?”

Irene replied, “A mother knows. That’s real magic.”

Leaving both Gavin and Chastity stunned, Irene led Theodore away from the dance floor to get a drink at the bar.

Gavin and Chastity talked about what they had just witnessed, both reeling from this new bit of news.

As they slow danced, the talking and the making of plans gave way to joking, which inevitably ended up in the arena of teasing, tickling, kissing, and dirty talking.

Gavin had decided to torture her by whispering in her ear, “You don’t know this, but watching you stand up to your daddy like that got me all kinds of horny.”

She giggled. “You getting in between the two of us did the same for me. I wondered what your plan was. Were you going to knock him down? I wondered, because even if he was in the wrong to invoke magic, I would not have wanted that.”

Gavin shrugged. “I don’t know what I would have done if he pushed things too far. I didn’t have a plan. All I know is he got me wound up. In fact, I’m still kind of wound up.”

Chastity quirked up an eyebrow. “Same kind of wound up as I am right now?”

His voice dropped an octave, and he murmured wickedly into her ear. “And something else, that ballgown is making me want to pound you like a jackhammer. I’m gonna suck the juice out of you while you’re still wearing it.”

Gripping the front of his shirt in her fist, she said, “Big boy, you better make that happen right now because I don’t think I can wait until we get back to your apartment.”

She indeed could not wait, and neither could he.

Chapter Thirteen

Gavin

As soon as Chastity had given him the green light right there during the reception, they had gone on a hunt all over that damn riverboat for a private location. Hilariously, they had opened a broom closet only to come across his pack mate Vann and Chastity’s other cousin, GiGi.

They had finally found an empty bathroom on the lower deck that had a separate lounge area with a small settee. It was a pretty damn fancy riverboat. One heavy armchair pushed against the door to keep it closed, and they were in business.

Turns out giving oral pleasure underneath that ballgown was just as hot as Gavin had imagined. His fingers gripped the top of her thigh-high stockings as he knelt in front of her. Her crinolines and silk that got in the way just made it all that much better, serving as a reminder of how inappropriate it was to be shoving his face in someone’s pussy in the middle of a wedding reception. Damn. This was working for him. The garter belts and thong and all the other contraptions he had to push out of his way to access her sweetness were no match for his hunger. Holy shit, she became hotter, sweeter, and wetter with every nip, every squeeze. He could not believe how lucky he was to own this delicious female for as long as he wanted. And he wanted her forever.

“Gavin, nobody’s ever done this to me before. I’m so happy it’s you.”

The lips between her legs were made for his kisses. Built to be pleasured by his lips and tongue.

His hands were made for creating beautiful art, but nothing he had ever drawn could compare with how beautiful she was between her thighs. He smiled as he sent her through the roof, arching her back with spasms of bliss. He wondered for a moment if she would be opposed to him tattooing an image of her pussy somewhere on himself. It might be a ridiculous idea. But weren’t they already pretty ridiculous?

After ditching the end of the reception—they’d stayed long enough for a piece of GiGi’s amazing cake—Chastity and Gavin held hands as they drove to the tattoo shop. They were both exhausted and happy and satisfied. But Chastity wanted to change out of her ballgown now.

“You don’t have to stay at my tiny apartment for the rest of your stay in New Orleans. I can get you a hotel room if you don’t want to go back to your uncle’s place. I’ll get your luggage,” Gavin said.

She chided him. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m moving in.”

Gavin frowned a bit and said, “Babe, you’ve seen my place. I don’t have room for all your clothes in my closet. I assume.”

She laughed. “No, you don’t. But fuck that. Mama and Daddy can keep all my shit. I’m starting over. I’m moving in, getting a job, going to art school, and living with you above the Pho Palace.”

“Well, babe, you can’t wear that dress to work at the tattoo parlor.”

“Who says I’m going to work at the tattoo parlor?”

Gavin growled and squeezed her hand. “I meant it when I said I wasn’t letting you out of my sight. It’s your choice. I can teach you how to do ink, or you can be support staff.”

Chastity clucked at him but ultimately acquiesced. “But listen. If I find another job that pays better, you’re just going to have to suck it up.”

Keeping his eyes on the road as he parked the car in front of his tattoo parlor, he replied, “You can sell shirts at my store with your art on it.”

Chas perked up. “Oh. Okay, then. You got yourself an employee.”

Gavin laughed as he put the car in park and leaned over, planting a sloppy, joyful kiss on her mouth.

She laughed. “You kiss like a puppy.”

“You love it. Now let’s get you changed before you terrify my customers. The shop has some shirts in your size.”

At the tattoo shop, which Gavin had