“Okay! That’s enough questions for now!” she exclaimed, her heart pounding becausewhat the fuck.
Eggs?! She hoped not!
Or did she?
She covered her face when it grew hot in a blush.I don’t fucking know anymore.
Chapter
Twenty-four
Vorg trailed the fingertips of his right hand up and down his woman’s dipping waist. She lay on her side, wedged partially on top of him and the backrest oftheirgrey pincushion couch.
The spine of her book hid what she was reading as it lay on his chest, but he didn’t mind that she was ignoring him with her hobby. She was lying with him, sharing her warmth, her subtle scent, her beating heart, and he offered back all these sensations.
He wasn’t bored, as his sight was on their plasma screen TV, while his forked tail moulded around the controller of a game console to wield it. He had an array of video games to play, giving him something to do while remaining in her presence so he didn’t steal away her favourite hobby. Instead, he found a way to share in it with her, and his ultra-sensitive hearing meant he could keep the TV quiet so as to not disturb her with its music and sound effects.
He was a quick learner and was mastering the art swiftly.
She’d offered the idea, dusting off her not so recently used controller before giving it to him.
She seemed to understand his need for her nearness, and after he’d spent an entire afternoon lying with her on this couch just... staring at her adoringly, she’d found this compromise.
He hadn’t needed it, but he took the offer regardless. It seemed to soothe her insecurities about his wellbeing more than anything. And he always wanted her at ease with him.
With his left hand, he absentmindedly brushed a few strands of her hair over his lips.
Lips... he’d never known that such things would become so important to him. He constantly wanted to nibble at hers with sweet kisses or brush his own over his mark on her sternum every chance he got.
And he was thankful for his tongue from the first moment he’d shoved it against her hot pussy and tasted the sweetest sin. His sense of smell was average, barely better than a human’s, and he took any chance he had at burying his nose against her hair or skin just for a whiff of her aroma.
She liked his fangs, which meant he liked his fangs, and he used any opportunity to tease her with them, inflicting a little bit of pain before he soothed the sting with a lick or a kiss.
Skylar shifted against him, her body growing warmer by the second, and he pulled his attention from the game to look at her. Her blue eyes, like vast, stormy oceans, were already upon him.
Her dark lashes flickered as her eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze to her book, hiding her pinkening cheeks while she resumed turning the pages.
Overwhelming pride stiffened his gut at his lifemate’s interest in his appearance. She liked him, the way he looked, felt, smelt. She definitely liked his dirty mouth whenever he whispered obscene things in her ear, which meant he was incessant with wicked words when the time was right.
Onlywhen the time was right.
He refrained from being his usual flirty self whenever he was at her establishment, as it often frazzled her. She was different there, more reserved, more focused, and being a distractioncould make her discontented with him. He didn’t wish to annoy her, so he was a good boy when he was there, leaving all his affectionate attention for when the doors were locked and he was free from the bounds of duty.
Even then, he had to hold back, so she wasn’t exhausted when she woke them both at the dreaded 6 a.m. He didn’t mind the time; it was more that she always seemed to drag herself out of bed with an upset grumble because she was tired.
When she was confident enough in him, he planned to take the morning shift at her café so he could do whatever he wanted with her until the sun rose. Then he would leave a lazing, snoozing Skylar to the comfort of their sheets and Skaarvar’s quiet snores, and he would see her when she brought that tight waist and those ocean-blue eyes to her establishment once she was ready to grace it. All dolled up, beautiful, wearing one of her ball-aching outfits that often left him panting over her shapely thighs and craving a peek under the skirt when she walked around.
A little bit of patience wasn’t much of a hardship.
Not when the reward would be a content, purring woman all over him once the shop closed again and he portalled her from it to home to be alone with him again.
An evil, malicious smirk curled his lips as he rubbed her hair over them, and the backs of his knuckles peeked into view.
He liked her purring. He liked her content. He liked that when he’d bruised and battered his fists just days prior, her horrified expression had turned trusting, soft, and tender as she’d accepted him and his not-so-human morals.
She’d been alarmed when he’d suddenly leapt over the counter of her café and bolted out the door without a word, leaving a string of gasps ringing out behind him. What shehadn’t known was that he’d made Skaarvar watch the outside of her establishment for a certain someone to loiter near it.
Vorg had changed his glamour to one that appeared to be an old man, found the one who had frightened his mesmerising witch, and had beat him to nearly an inch of his life. His face had still been scratched from tiny claws, but once Vorg was done with him, it’d been difficult to recognise it.
