Chapter 29
Bluebell
Hadrian guides me across the open living space and to the left of the kitchen, down a small hall to the primary bedroom. I’ve seen it before, of course, but last time I was here, Petra was too.
My concern and anguish over the drama between Jasper and me still weigh on my heart, but he’s gonna have to figure this out for himself.
I allowed him to take advantage of my time for years, and it had to come to a head.
More than anything, at this point, I feel relief over our situation, even if it’s tinged with sorrow.
I cast that aside at the sensation of Hadrian’s big fingers tightening around mine.
Tonight, we’re utterly alone, and that sends a deliciously warm sensation through my core.
“You smell good like this, wanting.” Hadrian tugs me into the bedroom. Placing both hands on my chest, he pushes me backward onto the giant round mattress.
I hit it and snuggle in with a smile, stretching my arms as I curl my fingers into the soft sheets. “Ah, the magic of a gargoyle nest. This has got to be the most comfortable place in the entire world.”
He falls on top of me, bracketing me between both huge arms as he uses his knees to press my thighs wide. “It’s been a rough few days, little mate,” he murmurs, dragging his nose up the front of my neck. “Let’s take the edge off before we’re confronted with reality again tomorrow.”
“Break from reality? I could use that,” I manage as he places a line of heavy kisses down my chest to the hemline of my shirt. Twisting the fabric in his fingers, he tears through it with those black claws, yanking and pulling until he reveals my upper body.
“No bra, Miss Tucker?” Dark brows lift in mock surprise. He presses forward and takes my left nipple into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around the peaked bud.
I cry out and arch into him as the pleasurable tickle of his tongue sends shards of heat streaking through my core to my pussy. I’m wet for him immediately.
“Mmm,” he hums around the bite. “Maybe we should have a little fun before we do the carving.”
When I wriggle against him, he chuckles and pulls away with a saucy look. “Actually, I’m thinking you need a little teasing, and you know how much I love to edge you.”
I slap him and slide off the bed, noticing a book next to the carving tools. When I grab it and lift it he sighs.
“If you can believe it, Jasper ordered that for me and it showed up this morning.”
I’m shocked, honestly, at the foresight it would take for my brother to plan a gift. But it proves one thing—he’s definitely capable of it.
Moving on, because I can’t think about him right mow.
Hadrian takes the book from me, sets it down, and grabs two carving tools from a small table next to the nest and hands me one with a smile that lights up the room. “What should we carve first, little mate?”
“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.” I lean over and kiss a spot I love on his giant shoulder. “What about when we had our fake wedding and exchanged our bracelets?”
He laughs. “You mean the one you promptly got rid of while I kept mine for literal decades?”
I punch his beefy arm, threatening violence with the look on my face. “Yeah,” I finally admit. “That’s the one.”
He nods. “I love that. You carve me, and I’ll carve you.” Leaning over the bed, he grabs something from beneath. When he emerges, he tosses a plastic box onto the nest. “And I got a kit for us to make new bracelets because I obviously can’t let you out of this house without one.”
Barking out a laugh, I grab the box and look at the array of brightly colored flat beads. I nip my lip and smile at him. “Should we make one for Petra too? I miss her, even though I’m glad to have this time with you.”
“Definitely,” he says, fangs glimmering in the low light as he takes the box and sets it on the nestside table. He thumps the carving tool still in my hand. “Memories first, though.”
Nerves fill me, and I look at him. “What if I don’t do this right, and our room looks stupid?”
He strokes my hair away from my face with an understanding smile. “My little overachiever, huh?”
“I’m serious, Alk!”
He pulls me against him. “If you carve me and I look like a gremlin with one giant eyeball, I’m still gonna love it because you put it there. Plus, when we have Petra do this, imagine what kind of talent she’s gonna have. She’s never even been to a school. It’s gonna get crazy in here.”
I shrug. “That’s true.” I’m mostly musing aloud as I lift the tool to the pale wood and dig in.
Ten minutes later, my carved Hadrian does look kinda silly, but his version of me isn’t a whole lot better. Still, the artwork brings tears to my eyes.
He and I stand with our hands interlocked, smiling at one another. Even in the carving, he dwarfs me. My brothers stand in a half circle around us, witnesses to that promise we made as children.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper when he puts the finishing touches on my braid.
“Yes, you are.” He tosses the tool onto the table and pulls me into his arms. “Pleasure first, but then we can make bracelets and eat the cloud cake I bought from Skylight. It’s chocolate and strawberry, your favorite.”
He makes short work of my clothes using his wings and tail. Spreading my thighs with his, he smiles as he places my body just where he wants it.
“I love manhandling you,” he says with a saucy smile. “Putting my little mate where I need her, where I want her.”
I brush my lips over his as his hands roam down my back to my ass. “And what do you want from me right now, big boy?”
He shudders at the nickname, squeezing my butt as his tail sneaks between my thighs, rubbing circles over my clit. “Your ass, Bluebell. I want your ass tonight. Then I want to wash every inch of you in our shower and do it all over again.”
Reaching behind us with one wing, he grabs a black cowboy hat off the wall by the bedroom door. Slotting it over his horns, he grins sexily at me as he pulls it onto his head. “How you feel about ridin’ this big cowboy’s dick, little human?”
Sitting up, I reach behind me and grip his cock, stroking it hard. “You don’t have any chaps, Hadrian?”
He laughs and drags big claws down the center of my chest. “Don’t need a stitch of clothing getting in my way.” He leans back, exposing the muscular column of his throat. “Bite me, baby. Give me those teeth.”
Snarling, I lean forward and sink my teeth into his skin, pulling hard at it. He bucks beneath me, groaning as he brings a hand to my hair to fist it tight. My big mate wriggles his tail, and a cap clicks open. Cold gel splatters against my ass as I move my bites to the lower part of his neck.
Hadrian’s spade slathers the lube over my pucker. Then he leans up into my space, curling his lips back to reveal beautiful twin fangs. “Ride me, cowgirl.”
Groaning, I sit upright and grab my ass cheeks, holding myself open.
Hadrian rolls his hips carefully, teasing inside me.
Once he’s partway in, I relax, opening for him as he splits me wide around that gorgeous cock.
My body clings tight to his, dragging him deeper as sweat beads at the base of my back.
He licks up my neck and chest, swirling his tongue over my throat. “You need more, little mate? Tell me. Let me hear everything you want.”
I fall forward onto his huge chest. “I need you everywhere, mate. Inside, everywhere you can be.”
He reaches down and strokes my clit. “You telling me that pussy’s too empty, Bluebell? That having this big dick in your ass isn’t enough?”
His filthy words just serve to light me up, and I rock up and down his length, loving how he fills me.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Please, baby.”
He lets out a self-satisfied chuckle and brings his tail between my thighs, sliding the spade down and curling it into a tight cone. He slips it in and out of my pussy, slowly at first.
“Hadrian…” I gasp, throwing my head back as I focus on how he feels. I’m stuffed so full, I can barely think around him. And it’s always like this, overwhelming in the best of ways.
Mine.
All mine.
* * *
“How you feeling today, Bloob?” Oz dips a spoon into the bowl of potato salad I just made, lifting it to his mouth.
Petra leans over and snatches the spoon then shoves it between her lips. Amethyst eyes roll into her head as she chews happily.
“My gods, so delicious. I’ve never had potatoes before, but these are so gooooooood.”
Oz tsks. “Yeah, and that was the perfect bite, little girl. I was so ready to enjoy that. Didn’t they teach you manners in the…wherever you grew up?”
She snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, but I get the feeling our manners aren’t the same as haven manners. Either way, I’m the kid, so you’re always supposed to feed me first. That’s our rule.”
Lemon shoves the bowl of potato salad closer to Petra, who dives greedily in. She looks up at me with a smile. “So, we ready for the Mead Cute dance tonight?”
“Yes.” I slide a tray of turkey sandwiches over my island to them. “The decorations are up, downtown looks awesome, and when I worked a shift at the Bodice this morning, she was super nice to me. It’s been a great day so far.”
Lemon places her hand on mine. “Have you talked to your brother?”
I shake my head and pull my hand away, looking up at her. “We intended to celebrate his success tonight at Mead Cute, so it’s bittersweet. His failure feels like it’s our fault because we fought with him. It’s exactly what we were trying to avoid, ya know?”
Petra waves at my comm watch. “You’ve tried calling him, right?”
“Buncha times,” I admit. “He hasn’t answered.”
Oz smiles brightly. “Speaking of fun things, where’s Hadrian?”
“Practice,” Petra chirps. “Wanna hang with us until everything begins?”
For the next few hours, we just chill at my place, and it’s the first time in a long time I didn’t have anything else to do. Well, I did, but Hadrian encouraged me to relax before tonight’s festivities. I can’t say I’m great at relaxing, but I think I did a better-than-average job.
He’d be proud.