Chapter 91 I thought you liked her
I grabbed Hale by his waistband, and pulled him to myself.
“You’re sure you still want me here?” I murmured near his lips as his fairy headed towards the alcove like I had instructed.
His head jerked back, confusion dancing in his eyes. “You’re scared.”
“What…”
“This is the most you have ever hesitated about anything.” He didn't let me finish.
My hand tightened around his waistband and yanked him closer. His lips moved just a breath from mine in a whisper.
“I thought you liked her?”
The doubt in his voice was painful. “What do you think?”
I looked over his shoulder to where she was walking across the reflective square of glass floor in the center of the room, just a few feet away from the alcove which housed the floor divan, and its array of oversized bolster cushions: long, cylindrical and square.
I was beginning to like the woman too much. That was the problem here. And the more attached I got, the worse my dragon instinct to not share.
Worse still, I should not be feeling this way.
The guilt was eating at me. I should care for her, protect her, but no woman besides Nymphaea should get more than that. All my love should belong to Hale and Finn only.
“Tonight is important to you.” I finally returned my gaze to the other pair of eyes with the ability to make my heart stop. “My presence here is…”
“Perfect.” He pecked my lips, his arousal spearing into my hip through the cotton of his slacks.
“I do not like keeping any part of myself from you, Daine,” he whispered against my lips, not quite touching. “Occasionally, I feel the curse of every alpha, possessiveness, but ultimately I want to share everything with you.”
His eyes searched mine now. We were the same height, so our lips, nose, and lashes were lined up.
“Everything, my joy, my happiness,” he clutched my hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. “My excitement.”
His cock throbbed impatiently against my hand, and he flashed me that teasing playboy smile.
And how could any creature, immortal or not, resist Hale's smile? I covered the last inch between us, intentionally brushing my erection against his.
His breath hitched, ribs moving against mine.
“We'll untangle our feelings by morning.” He murmured against my lips, and I almost laughed.
Of course, he would see through me.
Sniff out the source of my real hesitation even though I could barely contain my excitement about fucking his fairy into the middle of next week.
“That tongue,” I playfully teased his lips apart with my own tongue. “You could talk a person into anything.”
“Good.” The velvet baritone became more velvet. “I’ll talk to you between her legs if I have to.”
“Pervert.” I moved my tongue flat across his, thrusting gently. “You want to be cuckolded so bad, huh? You want to watch me breed your destined mate.”
“Night take me.” he cursed in that wolf lingual of theirs, his body shivering against me, leaking precum through his pants and soaking into my own.
I stepped back then, feeling wicked. “Let’s taste your happiness and see if it’s any good.”
We turned to his fairy who was now sitting in the alcove that was designed to mimic an ottoman harem.
She had been watching us the whole time. But she jerked her head away now, her blush visible even from this distance.
I watched her take in the sight of our playroom, and I too turned to look, to see it through her first-timer eyes.
The room was dark, and all the blood-red hue may appear dramatic to a stranger.
Gold candles covered literally everywhere, lining the edges of the room, flickering from the candle bars on the chandelier.
Hale started to walk towards her now and I followed.
We walked past the large upholstered bed that would fit more than three people, the fainting couch and the mirrors lining one wall.
And when we stopped at the alcove, I looked over at the padded leather St. Andrew’s cross longingly.
Naked, she would have looked perfect against it.
“A pity she wants to hang,” Hale said, and I turned to find him staring at me. “That cross would have been quite convenient.”
“She’s a brave girl, Mon amour,” I dropped in a squat before her and took her hand in mine, gently stroking her knuckles. “Tell him, my pet.”
“I’m brave.” She glanced up at Hale, her voice soft.
My heart gave that odd kick.
I hurriedly dropped my gaze. Still stroking her knuckles, I brought her hand up to my lips and gave her inner wrist an open-mouthed kiss.
Another soft sigh from her.
I progressed further up her hand, swallowing a groan at the texture of her skin, soft, so soft, at the thrum of youthful blood running just beneath, through the tracks of her veins.
My vampire. Insolent and stubborn.
I could have treated him to something small occasionally, give him a taste of this bliss he openly wept for.
I could see it now, having him kiss and suck on this exact spot, aware that his mouth was probably watering at the feeling of all that blood just within reach. But then I would not let him have a taste. His climax from all that teasing would be worth it.
“How about a massage, my pet?” I sighed wistfully into her wrist.
Finn would have to do a lot to deserve my little wife. And knowing that brat, he would give me the middle finger before he ever humbled himself.
The little wife in question was struggling at this point, trying not to squirm, moving her hips in what she must have thought was subtle, for friction against the leather padded divan.
But we could smell her arousal. I looked up at Hale, standing to the side, his gaze hooded as he watched.
Yes. He could definitely smell it.
I gave her flesh one final hard suck and pulled away. “We have to make you relaxed and sweet for your Alpha.”
Those silver eyes met mine, and the red stain spread up from her cheeks to the bridge of her nose.
She gave me a quiet nod.