Chapter 19
Bluebell
Has it only been a day since Hadrian left for his away game?
Petra’s been hanging with the Jays and my parents, and I’ve been working nonstop.
Shroud brought Vela by, going through the scavenger hunt from our haven welcome book.
They’re so adorable together and so obviously in love.
She’s assimilating into monster life so fast!
Downtown’s looking great for the Mead Cute Festival. Lemon and Oz are bugging Sheriff Rygold to install the festive glamour later this afternoon. Only he can do that part since he’s our stand-in Keeper.
I slept at my folks’ last night to help with Petra, and I haven’t even been home. It surprises me when I get back and open my door to find a folded slip of paper sitting on top of a box full of cookies.
My name is scrawled on the front in Hadrian’s handwriting. Smiling, I unfold the pale blue sheet.
Little Witch,
I miss you already. Call me after the game if you get a free minute. I’ll be done around eight p.m. tomorrow.
Yours, Hadrian
P.S. Enjoy the snacks
The note is short and sweet, and he must have left this yesterday, meaning that he’ll be free at eight p.m. tonight.
Glancing at my comm watch, I note that it’s just past eight already.
Rushing across my small living room, I head for the bedroom where I keep the communication disk that allows us to make interhaven calls.
Grabbing the disk, I toss it on the bed and direct it to call him.
He picks up on the first ring, his life-sized hologram rising tall from the disk. A smirk ghosts his face, and he’s shirtless, wings held aloft at his back. Lifting his chin, he drops his gaze down my body and back up.
“You look beautiful, Blue. You just get home?”
I nod and slip onto the bed, dropping the disk at the foot so I can stare up at him.
“I did. Just found a nice little note suggesting I call.”
His smirk grows. “Everything okay at home?”
“Petra’s fine.” I rest on the bevy of pillows against my headboard.
“I was concerned with more than Petra,” he says. “Tell me about your day.”
I sigh. “Do you really want to hear about my shift at Whiskey Business or any of the other shit I did today?”
“Yes, I do.” He cocks his head to the side, tail twisting behind him. “And then I want to try something.”
Gods, that sounds sexy. I nip my lip expectantly.
I fill him in on what seemed like the most mundane of days, but he asks a million questions about every aspect of it, even questioning me about how the Bodice is today.
Unfortunately, I didn’t spend any time with her because Tiana is covering the shop for a few days.
“I still haven’t figured out how to get on her good side,” I admit.
He laughs. “Oh, I’m gonna help there. We’re just going to force her to tell us what she needs so we can provide it…together. I promised to help with that and haven’t had much chance to, but once I get back, it’s game on.”
I groan. “A sports reference, really?”
He steps forward, his hologram enlarging. “You been thinking about me while I’ve been gone?” He reaches down and slips his hand inside his pants. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop, Blue.”
Oh gods. Are we really doing this? The sight of Hadrian staring at me like I’m his dessert while he’s got a big hand inside his pants has me soaking my panties.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I’ve been thinking about you too, Alk.”
“Need a nickname,” he demands. “And I need it now, baby. Try something, anything, to see if it fits.”
“Alk doesn’t sound good anymore?” I drag my fingertips along the hem of my shirt, pulling it up to flash a little skin. His eyes trail my movements.
“Baby, Mate, Mine, even the full Hadrian is perfect. Something, Bluebell, anything.”
“Mate,” I whisper. Is it too soon? It feels weirdly soon but also perfectly right to call him that. His eyes flash then go hooded, and he flares his wings wider, draping them over the edges of the bed.
“Say that again,” he commands, stroking his cock inside his pants. “Again, Bluebell.”
“I miss you, mate,” I say softly. “I need you back home, big boy.”
“Fuuck,” he groans. “Need you to call me that when I’m buried inside that sweet wet pussy.” He lets out another possessive growl. “Slip your hands between your thighs. Do it now.”
Commanding, possessive Hadrian? I need that like I need air.
Pulling my jeans open, I slide them slowly down my hips and pull one leg out, letting it fall wide.
Slipping my fingers down, I pull my underwear to one side to reveal my slick pussy.
Hadrian licks his lips, running a hand over his mouth as he stares.
“Baby, you’re already wet for me, aren’t you? Should we take care of that?”
I chuckle, dragging my fingers down my pussy lips and back up. “We haven’t spent any time in a bed yet, come to think of it. Or a nest.”
He stares at me for a long moment. “Bluebell…come here to me.”
I smile, moving my fingertips to my clit. When I circle it, heat fires through me, nipples pebbling against the fabric of my tee. “Why don’t you help me feel better, mate?”
He groans and shoves his pants down, revealing that beautifully thick, long cock. “I’m serious, come meet me,” he says, lifting his chin defiantly as he strokes himself with both huge hands.
I shoot upright. “Wait…are you for real?”
He keeps stroking, a blush darkening his purple cheeks.
“Yes. I’ll send you the address. Come here.
We can be wild and crazy and free of everything that weighs us down in Pine Gulch.
It’ll be like Santa Alaya, except now you know what you are to me, what’s between us.
” He groans as precum drips from his hard cock.
A million reasons why this is inconvenient flicker through my mind. But then I watch him jacking off as he smiles at me, mouth dropped open to reveal those gorgeous white fangs.
“Be there as fast as I can,” I say.
He pulls his hand out of his pants. “I’m not gonna come without you, baby. Write this address down. I’ll be waiting, alright?”
The address is smack in the middle of Laporte, the New Orleans-based haven. I’ve never been there but always wanted to go. Hadrian clicks off so I can grab a bag. I guess I’ll be there overnight. Will anyone miss me here?
Petra’s safe with my folks and brothers.
I’m not working at the bar tonight or tomorrow.
I’ve already sent all of the Jays’ invoices to their clients, and they’re set for the week.
The rest of the week is purposely slow so Jasper can finish practicing for his test. There’s no reason I can’t disappear for a night. No reason at all.
After throwing on dark jeans and a dark hoodie, I sling on a backpack and head out of the building. When I get to the door to the alleyway, the building opens it for me. Shocked at the kindness, I hike the pack higher and smile, looking around the small landing area.
“Umm, thank you? I appreciate that very much.”
The building creaks and quakes, and the door shimmies back and forth. It’s the friendliest sound I’ve ever heard the Bodice make at me, which is really saying something considering the events of the last week or so.
“I’m going to see Hadrian,” I whisper. “He says we need to figure out how to make you feel comfy with me but that we’ll do it together. I would really like that, if you can give me any hint at all about what you need.”
She shimmies the door once more, almost like she’s telling me to go again.
Smiling, I press a hand to the inside of the door. “Thank you, Bodice.”
She waggles the closest siding, and the sound is friendly. Oh my gods, are we turning a corner? I can’t believe it.
The building shimmies, the hallway quaking as a door upstairs slams open. I’m silent, waiting to see where she takes this. The door slams again, and then the stairs flatten, and a pair of handcuffs slide down the flat surface toward me.
Shocked, I drop to a knee and pick them up. Staring around the building, I bark out a shocked sound. “Is this for Hadrian?”
Another shimmy. An internal quake that honestly sounds like laughing.
Okay we’ve definitely turned some kind of corner. Tucking the handcuffs into my bag, I stroke the door to the alley as I thank her again.
A quarter hour later, I park my truck at the portal station. It’s busy at this time of night with travelers coming to PG for the Mead Cute Festival. Nobody pays me any mind as I step through the portal and disappear.
It takes me another thirty minutes to get to Laporte and make my way to Hadrian’s address. When I get there and take the elevator to the opulent hotel’s top floor, I take a moment to fluff my hair in the mirror-like surface of the elevator interior.
When the elevator doors open, Hadrian stands there wearing nothing but sweatpants and a smile.
“Hello there, little witch.”