Page 82 of How to Woo the Undead

“I make a pretty good seat,” he blurted out, earning him a cackle from her. She wiggled out of the underwear she’d pulled on after their bath and left both fabrics on the pillow by his head. He nuzzled them at first, smiling, proud of himself. She crept up to his face, knees by his temples, ankles hooked under his arms, and her palms flat against the headboard. Austin immediately leaned toward her, tugging at his restraints. He swiped a tongue across her slit.

Hyacinth shivered. “Impatient and hungry.”

“And yours,” Austin confessed, stealing what little air she had in her lungs. Hyacinth stared at him, her thighs trembling outside his ears while his gaze focused on her cunt.

“And mine.” She felt a burning sensation in her cheeks and throat even though it didn’t reach her skin. It seared her insides as she sank herself onto his mouth. Austin spread her open with the flat of his tongue. Her world was burning hot and spinning as he hungrily lapped at her. Once he’d encouraged her clit out to play, she was practically a puddle against the headboard, barely kept up. His tusks pressed into her skin but weren’t uncomfortable. Especially as they held her up. Austin might have been sarcastic when he said it, or just silly…but he did make a pretty good seat.

Her hips rocked for him. Austin switched from sucking on her clit to fucking her on his tongue. His body undulated behind her, and she thought about twisting on him. Right then andthere, turning like a top and sucking his cock down into her mouth.

“Austin?” she panted.

“Mmgffhfpm,” he hummed against her buzzing cunt.

“What cock do you have attached? No, wait, don’t stop—ah…yes, right there. I’ll find out.”

Austin obeyed. In fact, he obeyed so well, he sucked on her harder. Fucked his tongue into her faster. She was nearly too dizzy to look back. Then she flicked a hand over her shoulder and twisted at the waist to see. His two cocks, thick and stiff, stood at attention.They are not going to fit in my mouth.Instead, she twirled her fingers, letting the vines dipping out of the canopy envelope him. They gave him something to thrust into and she could feel how good that was for him. He moaned into her curls and the vibrations made stars explode behind her eyelids. Hyacinth cried out, bucking harder. He drove himself into her one more time before focusing on her clit. As he fucked her vines, she rode his face. Driving his tongue harder and harder against her till her trembling legs snapped closed around his ears.

She felt cum splash against her back. His hips bucked up and off the bed, his release coating his belly and her wings till they were both boneless and sated.

Hyacinth barely had the control to release him before she toppled to the side. Austin, laughing with her, fell out of bed with a heavy thud. She slapped around for the matches and candelabra on the bedside table. The telltale thump of a displeased Snuffles on the bed only made them cackle louder. Just two giggling fools all the way to the bathroom where she only managed one candle. Sneaking a peek of herself in the mirror, she saw the mess she left on his face and the mess he left on her back.

“Let me clean that up.” He sobered up his laughs long enough to say words. Then he was dabbing up her back with a warm towel. She made one for his face, then his chest. When she went to reach back and assess the damage of her hair, Austin apologized profusely.

“I’m going to have to wash it again, aren’t I?” she sighed.

“If I go and whip us up a late-night snack and hot cocoa, will you forgive me?” He wiggled his brows suggestively at her.

“Why would I have to forgive you?” She snorted before strutting to the tub. “But snacks and cocoa sound great.”

“I’m on it!” He jabbed a finger in the air.

“Austin! Don’t forget to pull your pants back on!” she yelled after him, receiving a ‘Oh! Yeah!’ in return from the room. She shook her head. Shoulders still trembling, her stomach tight from the laughter, she cranked on the tub. The water rushed out hot and fast, filling up the basin quickly. Copper pipes rattled against the walls and steam filled the air. She stepped into the bath for the second time that day and let herself sink into it. This was for her, to ease the ache in her bones and to clean the cum out of her hair.

As she pulled her hair out of the rib level water, she could barely see through the steam. With the one candle flame dancing on the bathroom counter, it was a dark, smog rolling through the room. She was leaving the faucet on to fill it all the way up, so that Austin could join her with their snacks and cocoa.

Hyacinth sat back against the edge of the tub. Not a thought. Not a sound. Not a feeling. Just a warm buzzing in her core and love in her chest.

Then fingers slithered out from within her hair, wrapped around her face and dragged her back underneath the water. Sabine’s fingers.

Chapter Forty-Two:

Austin

Austinstoodatthestove with a match and a saucepan. After the fire caught, he began to simmer the milk he pulled from the fridge. When returning to the fridge, he instinctually opened the bottom drawer as if to let Snuffles in to pick his portion of meat. Only there was no flash of black fluff. Austin lurched, stumbling over his own feet, as he turned to search the floor. A ghoul crept out from behind the door, its massive eyes widening at the feast before them. It licked its chops before Austin kicked the door shut. The ghoul shrieked, scampering hand over ass on its long limbs out of the kitchen. Austin closed the fridge, leaning out to peer at the stairs.

“Snuffles?” Silence answered him. He scowled, stepping toward the hallway. “Snuffles?”

“Not my name but I’ve been called worse,” Melody chortled as she stepped out of Smith’s office down the hall.

Austin chuckled, “No, I thought the little guy would be hungry. Guess he’s still snoozing.”

“Understandable, it is still the middle of the night.” Melody frolicked into the kitchen, Smith slinking in after her.

“Not that time of day means anything to this family,” Smith teased. Austin turned from the doorway, back to the stove. He picked up the copper pot of hot cocoa mix that Sebastian kept on hand. It became a staple in the household for perkingsomeone up. That, or a serving of Dahlia’s pudding. The moment the Lord and Lady of the house awoke, he was serving up everyone a giant bowl of pudding to celebrate.And apologize.

It was his fault Sebastian was regenerating. And he couldn’t help but feel guilty about upsetting everyone in the house. They’d been so sensitive to his emotions.So worried.Always checking in on him, they made every attempt to help him.What did I do? I went and scared them all to near-undeath.

Which is why he made pudding—among a few other treats—for when they were well rested. A proper ‘I’m sorry I scared you, please forgive me and eat this succulent meal’.