Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“ F ood?” Wald rasped as I lay collapsed on him.
“Yes,” I said enthusiastically, managing to rise up to nuzzle his neck. All bets were off. I was doing this again and soon. He wasn’t getting off with that one-time thing. What the hell had I been thinking? I wanted so much more from him. Why had I made it about only once?
Wald rolled off the bed and came back with the tray. The movements of him sent new thrills through me, now that I understood what those sleek movements meant when he was inside me and also what he looked like in his true form. The shock had frozen me for seconds until my brain had caught up.
As Eim he was perhaps nine feet tall, just short of the ceiling and covered with a dense layer of rather fine silky hair the color of oak bark, not quite brown and not quite gray.
His fingers were even longer ending in curved nails.
His feet resembled massive fuzzy slippers but with talons attached to toes.
And his cock? It was the length of my entire leg and about as wide as my ample thigh.
He was right. I would have died having sex with it, with him, in that form.
Part of me was terrified by him, but I was here to buy in for the total immersive Wald experience.
The concept that his massive teeth and razor claws could rip me apart only added to the excitement of how fucking gentle and caring he was in bed.
He considered all my needs and when I’d pushed back, determined to make sure he was taken care of, he’d let me touch and explore.
I intimately knew all parts of his hairy softness and the glorious groan of his release.
I knew the musk of his body, and the sweetness of his cum.
It might be weird that it reminded me of that cherry soaked in bourbon, but then, I was anything but normal, and now even more touched by my new vision of the world. Our world.
Wald set the tray on the edge of the bed and picked up a curl of cured salmon, dangling it over my lips.
We made love again and probably twelve more times.
I wasn’t counting. I was on the floor panting.
There wasn’t an ounce of me that didn’t have sex-slave stamped on it.
If he called, I’d be there with my legs spread posthaste.
I had no intention of ever leaving, so I would be here, forever spread and ready.
Well, not really, but hell, leaving this room was the last thing on my mind.
“Again, Tails?” he asked, lying on the floor beside me and stealing a kiss with wine-soaked lips.
I moaned a yes, and he rolled over me. I was even starting to like him calling me Tails.
It had a whole new meaning. My fingers trailed over his fine skin.
There was no question of how much he desired me, but it was his delicate touches and quiet whispers that spoke the real truth of him.
If this wasn’t love, then I would never know it .
W hen I woke up on the bed, every muscle was strained and stretched. My head was full of cotton. I was alone. The memories were a little awkward, but calling that a night of mind-blowing sex was like calling the universe a place for stars to live.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Wald said, coming in from the hall. He’d showered and dressed in a black-collared shirt and low cut black jeans that hugged his hips. Total rock star. Sweet Jeezus, he was a beautiful illusion, but I also loved his true form.
Being clean sounded good. I raked a hand through my tangled hair, then tugged the sheet up, leaving enough skin showing while imagining a tongue bath. My lower parts went from ache-fest to a puddle of ready for more.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” I asked, luxuriating in the memory of the marble muscles beneath the shirt and what was in his pants.
“No, actually I don’t sleep. None of us need to,” he said, sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Why do you have a bed then?”
“Why do you think, Tails?” He grinned with the curl to his lip that sent my thoughts away from questions. He hadn’t come close enough for me to pull him down.
“Where were you?” I asked.
His smile dropped like he’d ruined his best toy. “Downstairs discussing plans with my father. He suggested I consider a permanent relocation.” Wald’s hand circled his wrist, rubbing it like it was bothering him.
“Relocate? Like where?” I raised myself up on the pillows. The question was close to a shout. I hadn’t considered what was next. I assumed I’d get the past fixed, and well, Wald and I could continue to explore whatever this was .
“We have family in the old country. Now that I am known to the Grigores, Maverick is concerned that they may continue to hunt me even without the ring. My family there will help me find another suitable form.” He drew a hand across the air in front of him as if motioning to his clothing.
Were there tears in his eyes, or was it a trick of the light?
“Suitable form? You mean another human form? Can you do that? Why do you want to do that?” Wald without the long hair, marble-chested leanness would be all wrong. Would I even recognize him if he were someone else? Yeah, I’d know that annoying side grin anywhere.
“The Grigores have human resources who make it easier to track a known form. If I change my appearance, they will not be able to find me.”
“Why? Oh, because you can’t fix the past, and you’re cursed? Right, got it. Then I can come with you. Always wanted to visit Scandinavia.” It wasn’t like I had anything keeping me here.
He got up. My heart fluttered against my ribs as he slid a hand under my hair and pressed his lips to mine.
When I broke the kiss to get air, he stepped back.
His voice dropped to a whisper. “Harlan, once we fix the past, you’ll need to return to your place in your life.
We aren’t supposed to interfere with the human lines. Britannia has been breaking the rules.”
“You mean Gentry?”
“Yes, and you can’t fix that either. Britannia has to face her own choices and mistakes.”
“But you can’t leave!” I really wanted to add “me” to the sentence, but it sounded so fricking narcissistic.
“Sometimes the hard choices are made for us. What I want has never been my choice. Our heritage must come first. It’s the best for everyone.” His shoulders stiffened, and his face locked down.
“I need to talk to your mother. Where is she?” I was not giving Wald up.
He grinned, rubbing a spot on the side of his neck, which I particularly enjoyed nuzzling. “She expected you’d want her help in the time reversal, so she’s waiting in the mirror room until you are ready.” His gaze licked me from lips to toes. Nope, wasn’t done with him by a long shot.
“Perfect.” But in my head, I was saying she damn well better be helping me figure out how to fix this. Wald studied me as thoughts swirled in my head. I was floundering in my own indecision. I did want my life back, right?
I had no fucking idea if I wanted my life back: my stupid car, with my stupid job, a bastard landlord, and bills up the wah-zoo.
No, I didn’t want that life, but I also didn’t want jail.
I’d left drug dealing to get a fresh start, to stay alive.
I’d dreamed of having friends who lived in nice houses and didn’t have to sleep with shotguns under their beds.
But my desires had changed again. I didn’t want new people.
I wanted Wald, but what if choosing him meant running from the police forever and not choosing him made him disappear literally?
This was not an easy decision to be faced with after being imbued with magical powers and a night of incredible sex.
Nine hells .
“I should shower,” I said, but it came out more as a question than a statement. I tugged at the black silk sheet, and it took me five awkward tries to get it off the bed so I could wrap it around me. I dragged it to the bathroom door.
“Need some help cleaning up?” he quipped, coming up behind me. One hand lifted my hair while he trailed kisses up my neck. His other hand burrowed under the sheet and found a nipple. My last sensible thought was, Here we go again .