They finished packing the storage unit, and Anna seemed to recover from whatever had bothered her. She teased Tag about his cauldron as she helped them get the last of Carrie’s things back into the unit. By the time they were headed for the hotel, Charles was convinced that Anna was fine.

Tag and Anna carried in the items they’d collected from the storage unit and Charles added them to the collection of grimoires. He sent the other two out for a walk while he reinstated his safeguards. It was more difficult than it had been the last time, which he found worrying.

They are bored, said Brother Wolf in answer to Charles’s silent grumbles.

“Who?” asked Charles.

The grimoires, said Brother Wolf. They want to come out and play. Charles made very sure his wards were effective.

* * *

THE BED SQUEAKED again and Anna giggled. She hadn’t noticed that the bed squeaked last night, but once she noticed, she couldn’t quit hearing it. After a moment—during which she failed to control herself—Charles rolled away. She worried for a minute that she’d offended him. A giggling partner is hardly flattering when you are in the middle of lovemaking. But then he reached out and pulled her all the way on top of him, while she still snickered helplessly. He held out until the bed squeaked again, and then he was laughing, too.

Eventually she caught her breath. Charles’s laughter was rarer than blue diamonds and more precious. She wouldn’t have felt prouder of herself if she’d won Olympic gold.

She crawled up his body while he was still laughing and said, “I guess I can deal with three in the bed. Me.” She gave him an openmouthed kiss and felt the laughter flee his body in favor of something more urgent.

“You.” She undulated. At the increased pressure, every muscle in his body tightened, and she felt the joy of being desired by him.

She almost forgot where she was going with this, but managed to hold on to her self-control. She leaned down and dropped her hips abruptly. He gasped—and the bed let out a shrill complaint. “And the bed.”

She sank limply to his chest and started giggling again.

“Fair enough,” he growled, rolling over, but there was a quiet joy in his eyes that made her want to bask in his gaze.

“But,” he said, “I draw the line at three of us.” As if to prove his words a lie, his eyes brightened with Brother Wolf’s laughing spirit.

And then Charles made sure that Anna didn’t have the breath to tease—or, after a minute or two, the desire to do anything but soften for him. He was a man who knew what to do with hands and mouth and skin—and he was not satisfied until she had much better things to pay attention to than a squeaking bed.

The end result left her limp, facedown on the bed, her hand in his, and the bed squeaking softly with the force of their breathing.