Chapter Fifteen #2
To me, it takes him forever to take a seat because he is so tall. It has me rolling my lips together to keep from laughing. The couch moans under the threat of his weight—I can relate—and his half of the sofa begins to dip in the middle, threatening to break again.
“We will make you a silverware you can hold, but until then,” I say, picking up my fork and getting a little bit of everything on it. Rice, meat, avocado, and then I get onto my knees so I can reach him. “Let me take care of you, Shade.”
His eyes widen, those black eyes shining more than usual. I thought he would fight me on this, but to my surprise, he leans back.
Grinning, I snag the plate and straddle his lap, so I’m closer, inching the fork to his mouth.
He stares at me so intensely that I have to focus on not dropping the fork. I have to spread my legs as far as they can due to how big his thighs are. His hands settle on my waist as I continue to feed him and take bites in between.
“It’s really been that long?” I ask, breaking the silence.
He chews, eyes closing, and he groans in approval. “That’s delicious. Thank you for making me a dish that brings you comfort.” His lashes flutter, the expanse of space beaming into me again. “It now brings me comfort.”
Before I give him the next bite, I lean in, pressing a gentle, easy kiss against him. “I’ll always bring you comfort, Shade. In any way. In every way.” There’s no way I gave him enough food, but learning curve; I’ve never fed a giant.
We fall into another comfortable silence, but I can tell something is on his mind.
“Even when I was with Shallow Sinners, the motorcycle club I was a part of when I was human, I ate food that was easy and quick. Homemade meals would take me back to that night, the last time I had my mother’s cooking, and I know how that sounds. I sound like a child—”
“I’ve seen that memory, remember. You don’t sound like a child.
You sound like someone who has been traumatized.
You had to do a lot that night, Shade. You had to do something most people will never do.
” I drop the fork onto the empty plate and set it down instead of grabbing the other plate of food.
Scooting closer to him, I realize that maybe I’m not that hungry anyway now that I have this green giant in front of me.
I slip my hands up his chest, my fingertips grazing over the tendons in his neck, and finally, I cup his face. “It’s okay to avoid the things you are protecting yourself from.”
He leans in, his arms circling around my entire body to haul me closer.
“I don’t want to protect myself from you,” he says, the earnestness in his tone has me become a little dizzy.
“I’ve protected myself from everyone my entire life.
Even Shallow Sinners. They were so good to me, but I didn’t let them get to know me.
I mean, it’s good I didn’t, right? Look at me now.
They probably would have tried to burn me at the stake. ”
“Cállate,” I snap, silencing him by placing my finger over his mouth.
“I don’t know what that means, but I like it when you talk to me in Spanish,” he rumbles, his chest quaking with a growl.
I giggle, pressing a kiss against his lips. “It means shut up.”
“You would have never let them get close enough to you to kill you, Shade. You would have torn them all apart if they tried, and I would have helped you burn down the clubhouse.”
Those roots I love so much wrap around me too, almost like they are wrapping me in a hug.
“Your lips taste like coffee,” he says out of nowhere, kissing me again. His tongue slips across mine, and he moans, digging his fingers into my sides.
“I needed some before you came home. I was tired.”
“Good. I can smell me in your blood.”
I cock my head, confused. “What do you mean?”
He smirks. “I crushed some of my roots into dust and poured them into your coffee container.”
I gasp in horror. “No! Hay Dios mío, Shade. I made my coworkers’ coffee! They drank it.”
“They don’t need to know.”
“What’s that do? Will it hurt them?”
“No, they didn’t have enough for it to matter, but you drink it every day.
” He buries his face against the side of my throat and inhales, inhaling me as if I’m the air he needs to breathe.
“I love how you fucking smell, and the best part is, our scents are combined. No one can make the mistake of you not belonging to me.” I let him explore, his nose dragging across my neck, then he fists my hair, bringing it against his face, and rubs the silky strands across his cheek. “I could feel and smell you all day.”
I’ve never had anyone who liked to sniff me as much as Shade does. I love it. It’s his love language, I think.
“Talk to me in Spanish, Little Dream,” he says, reminding me of his request.
I giggle, skimming my fingers from shoulder to shoulder. “I really love your body,” I compliment, loving that I have a chance to truly talk to him, to get to know him. Even though we are fated mates, there’s so much I want to learn about him.
Even though I’ve seen the darkest parts of his mind, I want to know what makes him happy.
“It’s green,” he mumbles as if he isn’t the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.
“Green is my favorite color.” I continue to drag my fingers back and forth across his shoulders.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
” I change the tone of my voice, wanting him to know how serious I am.
“I love all the things that make you different.” His shoulders are so wide, it takes me a few seconds longer than normal to get to one side.
“Hombros,” I finally say, my voice slightly husky with need, the longer I touch him. I’m getting distracted by his nipple piercings. God, no one should be this good-looking.
“Hombros,” he repeats as the slight scratch of our skins touching sounds in the silence of the living room. “What’s that mean?” His words are spoken with a growl, his roots begin to move on their own accord, every part of him needing to touch me in some way.
“Shoulders. I love how wide they are. How strong they are. How big.” I lick my lips, hoarse with lust, and it’s pooling between my legs. I begin to rock against his long, thick, hard, solid cock.
I gasp, my clit dragging along his length. Shade’s nostrils flare, and his claws bite into my skin when his hands slip up my shirt.
“All of you is…big,” I say, rocking against him even harder.
My skin ignites with heat, a sheen of sweat draping over me, which causes my long hair to stick to the back of my neck.
“You like that? You like that I’m big?”
“So much. I love everything you do to me. The fear you give me, that thrill I seek, the pain, I crave it. You’re everything I never knew could exist. I know what happened to you was terrible, and maybe you can talk about it with me one day about the experiments, but I’m happy you’re here, and you’re… you.”
“I’m glad you’re you too,” he whispers, eyes dropping to my lips at the same time my palms skim down his chest.
It’s such a nice chest.
Never in my life have I ever seen muscles like this or a frame so wide. His pectorals are defined, strong, his dark green nipples hardening when my thumb caresses the piercing.
“Pecho,” I force my dry tongue to peel away from the roof of my mouth to speak.
“Pecho,” he repeats with flared nostrils. “Translate for me, Little Dream.”
“Chest,” I nearly whimper. “The most perfect chest I’ve ever seen.”
His claws ruin another shirt of mine, ripping through the material just to tear it from my body, along with my bra.
“Hmmm,” he growls.
I’ll never get tired of that sound. “I love your chest too.” He palms my breasts, sparks flying through my abdomen. “Maybe I’ll fuck them one day, drown you in my come, make you choke on it.”
I throw my head back and moan, imagining his come filling my throat so much that I can’t breathe.
His pants rip, the sound causing me to look down. The seams tear down the sides, his cock hardening even more, growing to the point his pants can’t contain him.
This is the first time that I get a proper look at it. I’m not delirious and out of my mind in a nightmare or paralyzed by his nightshade flower. I’m coherent, nervous, and excited.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” he says. “But you’re not afraid.”
“I’m never truly afraid. Not with you,” I admit, still taking my time admiring his chest. “Yes, you scare me, but I want it, and you know that. It’s like…” I lean forward, pressing a small kiss to his expansive chest. “I don’t know.” I can’t seem to find the words.
“Like we were made for one another. Because we are. Do that again.”
A sly, knowing smirk ghosts my face. “This?” I press another kiss on his chest. Nothing special. I’m just enjoying touching him. “Or this?” I scoot back, lowering myself to kiss him on his abs. “Abdominal, I’m afraid, is the same in English. There isn’t a translation for it.”
“Sounds better when you say it,” he says on a moan, his claws digging into the couch. “Your touch is gentle.”
I kiss his lower abdomen. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
“You better not,” he snarls. “I didn’t know I could like gentle, but your lips, they set me on fire when they touch me.”
The roots begin to travel, getting a mind of their own, spreading across the living room floor as I continue to kiss down his stomach.
I move to the left, nipping and dragging my lips across his ribs.
The way his body moves when I kiss that last rib, the way he moans, I think I found a spot he very much enjoys.
I do the same on the other side. Shade is struggling to catch his breath, heavy, broken gasps escape him as I drag my tongue down to the shreds of his pants.
He rips them off, tossing them behind the couch, and there’s a pleading look in his sinister eyes, one that is begging me not to stop.
I have a big, bad monster subdued on my broken couch. Why would I stop? I have him where I finally want him.