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Chapter Twenty-Eight
The drive home is when reality begins to hit. I’m curled up on the front seat of the Escalade, wrapped in a soft blanket, with Jasper shivering on my lap. I start to shiver too, despite Linden putting the heating on full.
“Are you okay, darlin’?” he asks me softly. I nod. I’m okay. I am. I have to be.
“I will be,” I decide to answer honestly.
“Good girl,” he replies, reaching over to squeeze my hand. Sparks of electricity fly across my skin at his touch and a soft gasp escapes my lips.
I look at Linden, and even though he never takes his eyes from the road, I can see his gaze has turned black. Holy hell, is he...turned on? I bite my lip. There’s no denying that the chemistry between Linden and I has been building, I’m just afraid it’s about to reach an explosive climax. Am I ready for it?
It feels like we arrive home in no time at all, despite how late it is, and I dance awkwardly on the doorstep with Jasper in my arms as Linden gets the door for us. Once inside, I take Jasper to the kitchen to get him some food and a drink. I put him out into the garden to do his business and I fuss around tidying the already spotless kitchen in a desperate attempt to avoid Linden.
Jasper’s paws scratching at the glass to be let back in makes me jump. I quickly let him in, lock the door, check it and check it again. I tuck Jasper into his bed, wrapping a blanket around him in the way that he prefers, before telling him goodnight. If I were home alone tonight, he’d be sleeping in my bed. But I’m not stupid; I know Linden isn’t going to let me be alone, and he doesn’t strike me as the sort to sleep in the spare room.
I leave the kitchen and quietly shut the door behind me, finding Linden in the hallway. He’s leaning back against the front door, watching my every move from under dark hooded eyes. My mouth goes dry at the look he’s giving me.
“You could have gone into the lounge,” I say softly, nervously. “I need a shower. I’m sure I stink and I must be a right mess.”
“You’re perfect,” he surprises me by saying. We walk toward one another as if pulled by some invisible magnetic force. I stop moving when he’s a couple of inches away. Close enough to reach out and touch, but I don’t dare make the first move. This is Linden. I’m not sure where I stand. This could all be in my head.
He sweeps me into his arms and gives me the most unexpected kiss. It’s sweet, but no less passionate than any of the kisses I’ve received from the other guys. It’s just so...so un-Linden-like that I blink in shock at him. And then I feel it: the bond. It stirs to life like a sleepy bear awakening from hibernation. Strong, powerful, but a little rusty and unsure. Or maybe that’s just how I feel.
“Whoa.” It’s all I manage to get out before his lips are crushing mine. Now that’s more like it, I think, before kissing him back with abandon. Holy hell, we just almost died...and here I am, celebrating life, by kissing Linden no less!
He pulls away, breathing hard.
“Don’t ever pull a crazy stunt like that again,” he growls, sounding a lot like Oakley, “or I will take you over my knee and spank the ever living shit out of you!” My eyes become saucers as my panties become wet at his dark promise.
“Do you promise?” I smirk before I can engage my brain. His already dark eyes turn black with desire, and I know I’ve met my match.
In the blink of an eye he has my back pressed against the front door, and I’m caged in his personal space by his breathtaking green wings. Even in the low light of the hallway, I can see the veins of gold shimmering in them. Remembering the effect it had on his brother, I reach up tentatively to stroke them.
“Don’t,” he grinds out from between clenched teeth. But his dick strains against me. Who do I listen to? I lock eyes on Linden and glare defiantly at him. And then I stroke them again. “Jas—” his growl is a warning.
We almost died tonight. I need to feel alive, and if doing something crazy and reckless helps with that, I’m jumping in with both feet. I deserve one night to escape reality.
So I decided to poke the bear. Metaphorically speaking of course, because Linden is a fairy. I snigger at my own joke and stroke his wings for a third time.
Third time’s a charm. He snaps. He fucking bites me. Hard, on my shoulder. And again on my neck. He works his way up until he has hold of my bottom lip and presses down hard enough for me to taste copper. Well, the joke’s on him, because I love it. My panties are flooded by his actions and I don’t give a damn. I moan loudly, happy to let him know just how much I love what he’s doing to me.
He rips my crop top off, baring my breasts to him, and he has a nipple in his mouth before I can gasp at the cold air hitting my skin. His fingers expertly roll my other nipple in time to the movements of his tongue. I grab his hips and crush him against me, grunting unhappily at the clothing still between us. I tug at his shirt and he’s forced to free my nipple from his mouth with a soft pop so that I can drag his shirt over his head. He returns to kissing my lips, both hands playing with my breasts, and as I run my hands all over his smooth, golden bare chest, he grinds his hips against mine.
I moan and writhe against him, hands flying to undo his belt. He helps me to remove his jeans and boxers so that he is gloriously naked, but before I can admire the view in detail, he sinks to his knees to lower my skirt. I’m a bit embarrassed by the way he’s kneeling between my thighs, able to see all the cuts and bruises on my legs, but when I look down at him, he’s not even noticed. He’s staring at the small scrap of white lace between my thighs like it’s a gateway to the promised land. His expression makes my mouth water.
He slowly runs his hands up the insides of my legs, skimming the scrapes so gently it feels like I’m being stroked by velvet. When he reaches the edges of my panties he carefully hooks his pinkie fingers under the edge of the material, and the tiny scrape of his skin against my swollen lips makes me tremble. A soft whimper leaves me as he slowly pulls my panties down, helping me to step out of them. Not once do his eyes leave my pussy.
When I’m naked and bared before him, he licks his bottom lip. He leans forward and...
The sharp shrill ring of the doorbell right behind me is like a bucket of ice water on my burning skin. I jump about a foot in the air, yelping, while Linden just chuckles. He leans past my shoulder to unlock the door without asking me if it’s okay. I mean, I’m freaking naked, so no it’s really not okay!
“Holy hell, who the fuck is that?” I groan. I’m absolutely gutted. I didn’t even get one tiny little lick, not a sliver of his silver tongue on my aching clit. I’m so frustrated I could cry, but instead I feel the tingle of my power coursing across my skin. Someone’s gonna get zapped.
