He distracts me for a second, but I can’t screw this up. I need to be with Amber. Now!
I spread my fingers wide and let my power flow outward. I tell it to repel the snow, move it all away from Jewels Cafe, redistribute it around the rest of Silver Springs.
The magic flows outward, and I count down the seconds. Almost… almost… just a few more seconds, and then I can finally be with Amber.
Chapter Six
Amber
“The thermostat is definitely busted,” I complain as I wipe sweat off my brow. “I already lowered it to fifty, and it’s still so hot in here.”
It’s the sort of hot that makes me want to shift into an un-Yeti—a heat-tolerant supe who would be comfortable in this. If only a camel shifter or lava monster had stopped by Jewels Cafe.
“You could take off your bra.” Wes winks at me. I don’t know how, but he manages to make me feel even hotter.
I’ve already ditched my sweater and boots, but I’m at a point where I’m so overheated, I’m tempted to take off my jeans, too. I doubt Wes would complain, but we still need to move the rest of the chairs into the back room and check over the cafe equipment for the party.
Not that I’m not tempted to take a quick break with my mate. He looks hot as hell, wearing low-riding jeans and nothing else. He leans casually against one of the tables, his broad, muscular chest on full display. Like me, he’s ditched his winter boots and sweater, but I kind of wished he’d ditched the pants, too.
The door chimes before I get the chance to say so out loud. It brings with it a welcome breeze and cools my libido. It also reminds me that we have a party to set up for.
I glance at the door and watch a flushed Julian rush inside. He kicks off his boots and unzips his jacket, dropping it, along with his hat and gloves, on the floor in the doorway. Then, without a word, he advances on me, and my breath catches in my throat.
Like a predator stalking prey, Julian crosses the cafe, his eyes locked on mine. My heart hammers in my chest, and for a split second, I feel the urge to flee. Then, my witch best-friend-turned-mate is on me, pinning me with my back against the bar.
He unsnaps the button on my jeans, his eyes burning into mine. Before I have a chance to react, he slides down the zipper and spins me around. Suddenly, my back is flush against his chest and he’s pressing his large palm flat against my belly, sliding it down toward the open waistband of my jeans.
I gasp. And when he slips a finger inside my panties, I grab the edge of the bar and hold on for dear life.
It’s already steaming hot inside the cafe, but Julian manages to set my body on fire. His finger grazes my clit once, twice, and I let out a needy moan.
Footsteps echo across the cafe. I picture Wes swaggering over to join us, and my pulse spikes. As amazing as being with any one of my guys always feels, being with two—or, if I’m lucky, all three—multiplies the pleasure tenfold.
“Do you know how much I want you?” Julian grinds his hard cock against my back.
“Oh, yes. Please!” I moan as his finger slips into my wetness and then slides back up over my clit. “More!”
The way his finger draws achingly slow circles over the sensitive nub is pure torture. I pump my hips, trying to get him to increase the pace, when my bear shifter comes into view.
Wes stops on the other side of the bar and watches me. His pupils are dilated, and his eyes lock on my nipples, which strain painfully against soft silk.
“Take off your bra, Ambear,” Wes orders, his voice soft, yet full of heat.
My hands shake as I reach back to unsnap it. Julian doesn’t make the task easy. He continues to play with me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until I can barely focus, before pulling back just long enough to make me beg for more.
Somehow, I finally manage to unclasp my bra and let the scrap of fabric slip off my arms and fall to the floor.
Then, Wes’s thumbs are there, gliding over my nipples. Waves of pleasure shoot through me, and I lean into his touch. I long to kiss him, but Wes is on the other side of the counter, just out of reach. Luckily, Julian is right behind me, and I twist my head and cover his lips with mine.
Julian flicks my clit again, and when I moan, he slides his tongue into my mouth. My attention is suddenly jumping everywhere. On Julian’s mouth, on Wes’s giant hands kneading my breasts, on Julian’s palm flush against my belly, on his finger torturing my clit.
With each touch, my arousal grows. I moan, then moan again as Wes tugs on my nipples. The pleasure explodes, and then I’m shattering, screaming my release. Julian captures it on his lips, devouring my mouth with his as he continues to rub my clit and milk every last drop of pleasure from me.
I’m still whimpering when the front door chimes. A strong gust of chilling wind enters the cafe, caressing my bare chest. I gasp, and all three of us turn to stare at Chase as he steps into the cafe.
I expect him to make some joke about missing the party. I definitely expect him to offer me his carrot. Instead, Chase stares at us, unseeing, eyes wide with panic.
“What is it?” I ask, instinctively covering my breasts. It’s nothing Chase hasn’t seen before, and with Julian’s finger still in my panties, it’s not like I can hide what we were doing anyway. I guess I just need to protect something, and my breasts are it.
“The snow,” Chase cries. “It’s out of control!”
It takes me a few seconds to process his words, and then I turn my gaze on the street in front of the cafe.
The moment I see what’s happening, my jaw drops. There’s a snowstorm brewing outside, but not like anything I’ve ever seen before. Strong winds carry snow straight for us, as if intentionally trying to bury Jewels Cafe.
The stretch of sidewalk that the guys shoveled earlier gets quickly buried. More and more of the cold, white stuff plummets from the sky. It’s impossibly fast and seemingly endless, and within seconds, the snow in front of the door is waist-deep.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Julian cries. He slips his hand out of my panties and rushes toward the front door. He yanks it open, and a blast of snow-filled wind nearly topples him over.
Julian hesitates, and then he grabs the door and slams it shut. He locks it too, for good measure, as if that will somehow keep the snow-filled wind at bay. Snow melts at his feet, forming a puddle, but we’re all too busy staring at the horror brewing outside to really care.
“Do something, Juli!” Chase shouts, like Julian can somehow stop the snow from falling.
My witch mate raises his hands, like he’s about to try, only to lower them again. “I don’t know how!”
Chapter Seven
Amber
“I’ve seen the Mid-Winter storm get pretty bad some years, but never anything like this.” Wes shakes his head at the insanity taking place outside Jewels Cafe.
Gusts of wind are carrying snow toward the cafe in droves. The front windows are almost completely submerged, so we can barely see out. Not that there’s much to see, except for the rapidly falling snow.
“This is insane,” I say, slipping my bra back on and zipping up my jeans. “We had some pretty bad blizzards at the academy, but this is something else.”