I snuggle into the hard body beside me, and an arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer. My eyes flutter open, and I blink several times at the bare chest in front of me. Looking up, I bite back a smile as I raise an eyebrow at War.

“I could have sworn I went to bed by myself last night.”

He grins and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me gently. “You did. We got home and saw that Hunter was back and knew that meant you’d be back, too. I wanted to say hello first,” he admits with a cheesy grin.

My lips curl into a smile. “Well, good morning. Why are you guys on a daytime schedule all of a sudden. And why, exactly, aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

War runs his hand through my hair and shrugs. “I just felt like taking it off. We actually aren’t on a daytime schedule. None of us have been to bed besides your mom, uncle, and Vivian.”

“Where were you guys last night, then?”

He smirks. “We went to get help. You’ll find out once you get that sexy ass of yours out of bed.”

“Sexy?” I ask with a laugh. It’s not that I have a low view of myself, but I’ve never really gotten compliments from anyone except my mom and Xena. The fact that anyone could find me sexy, especially a damn incubus, is laughable to me.

He brings his hand down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly. “Extremely fucking sexy,” he says, kissing me between each word.

“You’re a dork,” I mutter.

He grins. “Maybe so, Mimi. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re fucking gorgeous. Now, are you getting up?”

I bite my lip. His gaze darts to my mouth and darkens with lust. “What if I said I want to stay in bed for a little longer?” I ask after a heartbeat of silence.

His eyes meet mine, completely serious. “Then I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, Mercy. If you don’t want it then you need to tell me and get out of this bed.”

I don’t move. I don’t speak. Instead, I push him onto his back and climb on top of him, so I’m straddling his waist. “I never said I didn’t want it,” I whisper.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my face to his, capturing my mouth in a blistering kiss.

I slide my hands across his smooth chest and lightly scrape my nails against his skin.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” he says breathlessly. He grabs my shirt by the collar and rips it straight down the middle, ignoring my glare.

“Hey!” I snap. What the fuck is with the ripping of clothes? It’s hot as fuck, I won’t deny that, but damn it, I’m not going to have clothes left if this shit keeps happening.

He smirks and cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my nipples teasingly. He brings one of his hands to the waistband of my sleep shorts and slides them down with my panties. When they get caught on my thighs, since I’m still straddling him, he swears under his breath and rips those off me, too. “Okay, seriously, quit it. I don’t have a lot of clothes here, War.”

“I’ll buy you more,” he promises before pulling me down and kissing me hard. Before I realize it he’s flipped us, so he’s sprawled on top of me. He drags a hand slowly up my thigh, sending tingles rippling through me as my stomach clenches with need and anticipation. Once at the juncture of my thighs, he skims his finger against my folds, making me groan and thrust my hips up impatiently.

“Don’t tease.”

He smirks and does it again before pushing a single finger inside. He leans forward while pumping his finger in and out of me and takes my breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, and nipping at my sensitive nipple, making me gasp. I cry out when War’s thumb presses against my clit as he adds a second finger.

His mouth leaves my breast as he continues thrusting his fingers and trails up to my neck. I grab his head and pull his lips up to mine. His thumb flicks my clit, and he pulls back, self-satisfaction plastered on his face as my walls clamp down on his fingers. I cry out as I explode beneath him.

He removes his fingers and slides down my body, leaving soft kisses across my flesh. “I need to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire.

I groan. “I need you inside me, Warwick. Do that later,” I mutter breathlessly.

He shakes his head, running his lips against my skin. “No. Now.”

Using his thumbs to part my folds, he dips his head and thrusts his tongue inside me for a taste before trailing it up to circle my clit. I moan underneath him, as he sucks the bud into his mouth and nips at it lightly, setting me on fire all over again. I tangle my hands in his hair and buck beneath him as he feasts on me until I come for him again.

“War,” I growl at him, “get inside me. Now. Quit playing.”

His mouth twitches into a smirk as he strips his pants off. What the hell is it with these guys and not wearing boxers? “Whatever you want, Mimi.”

Without anymore teasing, he grips my thighs and pulls me to him, lining his cock up to my entrance and thrusting inside, inch by glorious inch. A groan slips past my lips, and I reach up to him, pulling him down to me, so I can kiss him again.

“Fuck, Mercy, your pussy is squeezing my cock like it never wants to let go,” War mutters biting my lip before kissing me. He withdraws from my pussy then thrusts back in hard, making me gasp and arch my back.

He pounds in and out of me, as if he can’t get enough. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his back.

He pulls his mouth away from mine as his hand dips down, and he puts pressure on my clit and growls, “Come, Mercy.” Leaning down, he bites the curve of my neck and shoulder hard. I explode. I come screaming his name, and he follows immediately after, my name coming out as a groan.

War rests his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily. He places a gentle kiss on my lips and pulls out. Climbing off the bed he grabs the tissues off the end table and sets to cleaning me up. I can’t help but smile as he takes care of me.

“This is the best we’ve got, unless you want one of us to walk out to the bathroom naked,” he says with an apologetic smile.

I laugh. “That would definitely not go well with my uncle and mother in the house.” I frown. “Probably my dad, too.”

He finishes cleaning me up and tosses the tissues in the wastebasket beside the end table. “Your dad? I thought he was dead.”

I run my hands over my face. “He’s not,” I mutter.

I stand up and dig through my bag for some clothes. Grabbing a sports bra, tank top, panties, and some yoga pants, I quickly put them on.

“What do you mean ‘he’s not’?” War asks as he puts his clothes back on.

Throwing my hair up in a messy bun I say, “Payne had him as his prisoner. Everyone thought he was dead because he was badly injured when they got me out, to the point that it looked like he was actually dead. He’s probably with my mom somewhere in the cabin.”

He stares at me for a minute. “You must be glad that he’s okay.”

I bite my lip. “Honestly? I haven’t really processed it. I’m still in shock.”

War walks the few steps to me, closing the distance between us, and settles his hands on my hips. “When it gets to be too much, you know we’re all here for you,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I smile. “I know. Thank you.”