Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
Mom didn’t say a word about our disheveled state when she popped in to pick us up. She took us straight to Rowan’s doorstep, kissed my forehead, and nodded solemnly to Rowan. “I’ll come again when you are well rested.”
An amused glitter lit her eyes from within. “There is much we need to speak about.”
She disappeared in a shower of magic, but not without a wink.
“I like your Mom,” Rowan said as he pushed the door open. “She’s an odd juxtaposition of prim and completely out of control.”
I groaned. “She is. I wonder if there are other fae moms out there who grow weed and brew magical booze in their spare time?”
Rowan laughed and headed straight for the coffee pot.
I sank into one of the kitchen chairs and watched as he brewed a new pot.
He worked with efficiency, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he tapped out the used filter and refilled a new one.
His hair was a little messy and a sexy five o’clock shadow turned his jaw dark.
My heart beat a little faster, and I had to resist the urge to walk over and run my fingers over his skin.
Rowan glanced back at me with a raised eyebrow. “Struggling, Evie?”
Heat touched my cheeks. I cleared my throat and looked down at the table. “I am not sure what’s wrong with me,” I said hoarsely. “We spent the entire night doing…” I waved my hand around. “Things.”
His grin tightened something deep inside me. “More than things.” Rowan shook his head. “We came really close, Evie. I’m not sure how much longer we’ll be able to halt this if you keep looking at me like that.”
I closed my eyes. “Sorry.” A breath escaped me. “Can you stop looking so yummy?”
Rowan poured a pitcher of water into the reservoir and snapped the filter into place. He flipped the switch on and turned, walking over to me. Without a word, he snatched me up from the chair and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Rowan!” A squeal of laughter escaped me.
He slapped me on the rear, the sound making a loud crack. “Hush.” His voice was harsh and guttural.
Every muscle in my body went liquid.
Rowan kicked his bedroom door open, slammed it shut behind us, and tossed me onto the bed. I lay there with wide eyes on him as he tugged his sweater over his head.
“Oh gods,” I whispered. That unfamiliar fae magic rose and swirled around me, wanting to claim Rowan as our own.
His eyes turned gold as he reached for me and tugged my jeans off. With a flick of his fingers, my underwear tore at the sides. He shoved the silk away and buried his face between my legs.
A keening cry rose from my throat. “Rowan.” My hands clutched the bedsheets as he explored me, his warm tongue touching me in the spot that made it hard to concentrate on anything.
His hands went under me and lifted my hips, and he rose onto his knees, holding me in place as he feasted.
Stars burst behind my eyes, the first prickling of release clawing at my skin. My breath turned ragged and uneven. I couldn’t stop murmuring his name.
He shifted, holding me in place with one hand as his fingers slid through my folds, one sliding inside me.
“Evie,” he said against my skin.
The orgasm took me by surprise, sending me up and over a cliff of unfathomable pleasure.
My vision went black, and Rowan, the gods bless him, didn’t stop what he was doing, wringing every drop of pleasure from me. My voice went hoarse and ragged, and when he finally released me, I realized I wasn’t ready to be done.
I reached for him, deftly undoing his jeans. They slid over his hips, along with his underwear until he was bare before me.
I lifted my eyes. “Yes,” I said.
Rowan went still. “Evie.”
I scooted away from him, higher up on the bed and opened my legs. “Yes,” I said again.
He closed his eyes for a long moment, his jaw clenched so tight I could see a beating pulse. When he opened his eyes and our gazes locked, a frisson of delicious fear rolled over me. Rowan prowled toward me, one hand reaching out to snatch me by the leg to draw me closer.
I gasped as I slid along the sheets. Rowan settled himself—
“Lord.” A knock on the door.
“Go. Away.” Rowan’s voice was animalistic.
“I am sorry—” Hope’s voice. “But there’s something you and Evie have to see.”
“Godsdammit, Hope. Right now, a fucking nuclear war can wait.”
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Rowan sounded both pissed off and desperate. And I made it worse, by taking him in my hand and pumping him slowly. He hissed and pulled me closer.
The sound of a baby’s cry made us both freeze.
Our eyes locked.
His closed in defeat a second later. “Godsdammit,” he snarled under his breath. “Give us a minute.”
“Of course, Lord.”
Declan’s hoot of laughter made my cheeks burn. They were shifters. They knew exactly what we were doing in here.
Rowan’s furious curses as he dressed made me laugh out loud. I hurried as well, stumbling when I first slid off the bed. My legs were weak and I was still quivering with anticipation and desire.
Rowan pushed me against the wall and nipped at the column of my throat.
“This is not over, Evie. Not by a long shot. The next time I take you, it will be completely. You will scream my name and beg me for more. And when the bond between us threads us together, I will make you my wife before the gods and my people.”
I lifted my eyes to his, stunned at his words, but unable to resist making a joke. “Hmm. I still haven’t decided how cute you are yet.”
Rowan’s flash of teeth and glowing irises made me laugh. I reached down and cupped him, leaning forward to gently nip at his bottom lip. “And I won’t be the only one screaming, Lord.”
Rowan closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. “You’re a godsdamned witch sent from hell to vex me.”
Reluctantly, he stepped away and adjusted himself. I grinned and slapped him on the rear before reaching for my shirt.
Once we were as decent as we could make ourselves, we stepped into the hallway. Rowan laced our fingers together and led us to the kitchen. Hope and Declan sat at the table, a car seat between them.
A smile started to form on my lips until I spotted something extremely familiar about the baby. I dropped Rowan’s hand and hurried over, my heart in my throat as I gently lowered the blanket draped over the handle.
An adorable baby blinked up at me. Big blue eyes, pale skin, and dark hair, she was the cutest thing I think I’d ever seen.
But that wasn’t all.
Powerful magic beat from the baby’s heart.
Chimera magic.
This little child was a Chimera infant.
And that should have been impossible.