“Then I will not refuse your request,” he says with his made-for-me smile, that makes my heart skip a beat and my body to respond to him as he pulls me close. “I want you. I hate not being able to have you whenever I want you.”
“I will come to you soon. I need you too.”
“Are you ready for me?” he asks me quietly in my ear.
“Always,” I murmur back, and he chuckles.
“And yet you will make me wait for you.”
He is challenging me, and I shiver, half of me wanting to throw caution to the wind and take him upstairs with me right now. He sees it flash across my face and grins wickedly. “Do you dare?” he whispers, and I whimper in restraint to his delight. “Oh, I will make you wait now, my sweet. I want you completely at my mercy.”
“You are a cruel, cruel man,” I say in jest and he laughs. He is still edgy, but he seems a bit more relaxed which is good. Hopefully he is getting over his itchiness.
“I have an errand,” he says. “I will see you later on.”
“Okay,” I say, knowing better than to ask as he won’t tell me anyway. I squeeze his hand and turn on my heel to let him watch me walk away, which he does, all the way to the top of the stairs and I feel a slight sense of triumph.
I find Cole in our bedroom, which he found with no problem and he points to the bed, “It’s exactly the same.”
“Not quite,” I say. “There are slight differences but why mess with perfection?”
“I agree,” he says, taking my face in his hands and giving me a searching look. “It will feel like home to sleep with you here tonight.”
“We could always sleep now,” I say suggestively, meaning anything but.
“I have an errand to run but I will be back soon and then I will take you up on that.”
Another errand? “What kind of errand?” I ask him, thinking I may get an answer from him, but he smiles secretively.
“Nothing for you to worry about. Just business. Now, I am going to be magnanimous and send you to Lincoln while I am away. Perhaps if he spends time with you now, we will be left alone later.”
“You want me to go to Lincoln?” I ask, wondering if I heard right.
He nods. “I will be gone a few hours, that should give you plenty of time.”
“Err, okay,” I say as he pushes me towards the door, wondering what the fuck is going on here. I look back at him and he smiles at me and turns to change. Well, not one to look too far into the gift horse’s mouth…again, I knock on the door next to ours and Lincoln opens it.
“Hi,” he says. “Can we go outside for a bit?”
“Of course,” I say, and he leads me back downstairs and out of the library’s French doors to the expansive grounds.
“Where are you two off to?” Xane asks idly from the terrace, having already found his way outdoors.
“None of your business,” Lincoln snaps and Xane raises his eyebrows at him.
“I didn’t think you were the possessive type, Wolf,” he says.
“That is about to change. Everything is about to change around here,” he says, flexing his broad shoulders. “That includes you keeping your dick in your pants around my Alpha.”
“Lincoln!” I say to him, aghast, thankful that there was no one else around to hear him say that. I am momentarily distracted as I glance around to double check for overhearing ears, by an interesting scene being played out on the driveway, some hundred meters away. CK, Sebastian, and Devon are arguing heatedly over something. I try to listen, but they are too far away, even for my super hearing. There is a lot of pointing and gesturing and I take a step towards them to find out what the problem is, when my attention is drawn back by a loud, very wolf-type growl from Lincoln. Which, in fact, is a wolf growl as he has Shifted and is snarling at Xane, who looks much like he is about to Shift himself–although into what I have no idea, as he has never shown me his true Demonic form. He must have one though, he can’t look all gorgeous and like butter wouldn’t melt in the heat of battle. I don’t get left waiting for long to find out, as a quick flash goes over him but only for a second, maybe two, before he shakes his shoulders out and resumes his normal features. But fuck me. I’m quite glad that he did, as I probably would have run a mile had
he maintained the Shift. As near as I could tell, he looked like a ten-foot sized Dragon on two legs, wings included. I step forward to diffuse this situation and put a hand on Lincoln to calm him. He growls at me, but I growl back at him and he bows his head in apology, whimpering into my hand as I look at Xane.
He grimaces at me and says, “Get him under control.”
“I will, don’t provoke him though.”
“I didn’t. He just came out with that accusation.”