His teeth remained locked into the flesh of my neck for another few moments until he finally released the tender skin and began to lap at it with his tongue.
After what seemed like forever, Cash finally lifted his face to look at me again. His eyes were silver once more, the sheen of them glowing in the dim light. He was completely back from the precipice of instinct now and I could tell he was feeling a little guilty.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.
I shook my head. “Not at all. I liked it.”
Cash’s worried expression melted into a brilliant smile.
“Is the song always this loud?” I asked, cupping his face in my hands and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Cash shrugged. “It’s never been this loud before the bond, so I’m not sure. The violins are new though.”
As if his words brought them to attention, the strings crescendoed into a heart-wrenching melody. “Has it changed? What did it sound like before?”
“It was just the flutes,” Cash explained, frowning as he seemed to be trying to find the words. “And it was much sadder than it is now. I guess the best way to describe it would be that my song was lonely before you.”
My lips pulled up into a smile. “Are you saying that you needed me to complete your song, Cashiel Windheart?”
Cash mirrored my smile before lifting one shoulder in an easy shrug. “I suppose I am, as cheesy as it sounds.”
I pulled him in close, wrapping my arms around his neck as the music continued to play in my head. “I could get used to a cheesy gargoyle,” I said, my words punctuated by a yawn.
“I’ll work on my material,” Cash whispered softly. “Now get some sleep, dragonfly, because I have a feeling I’ll be waking you up soon enough for another round.”
I wanted to respond to him, but Cash’s voice was already far away as I drifted off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.
Twenty-Two
Sunlight streamed through the gauzy white curtains in Daphne’s room, filling the air with warmth and waking me up from the deep slumber I was in. One whiff of the room made my cock stiffen impossibly again as the thick must of sex hung heavy.
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d woken up already hard over the past day and a half, but I’d lost count after seven.
The mating urge had faded almost immediately after I sealed the bond, but that didn’t keep me from wanting to taste Daphne’s body over and over again, and for the most part, she was a good sport.
Every time I woke up and began to slide my hands along her velvety soft curves, she would respond enthusiastically, her lips, hands, and teeth ready to give as good as she got.
Even when she’d gotten up to take a quick shower I couldn’t help but follow her in and take her against the glass wall, hot water pounding down around us as I nibbled on every inch of her wet skin.
My cock jumped at the memory, reminding me that I was ready to do it all over again.
My hand slid along the bed, searching for her but quickly finding that I was alone.
Lifting my head I glanced groggily around the room and saw that my mate was nowhere to be found.
Then the sound of someone shuffling downstairs in the kitchen met my ears and told me that she was definitely still in the house.
Rolling out of the bed I walked, still naked, down the stairs to find Daphne cooking something at the stove. One sniff told me it was eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
My stomach growled and I realized that it had been days since I’d last eaten.
I was about to reach over her shoulder to snag a piece of bacon right out of the pan… then I got a better look at my mate. She was wearing the flannel I’d discarded on the stairs, the red plaid material hanging down her bare thighs as she shuffled around humming to herself, unaware of my presence behind her. Her pink hair was piled messily on top of her head, baring my fresh mark on her neck.
“Is that bacon for us?” I asked, making her jump a bit when I wrapped an arm around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder.
“It’s for me, but I’ll share if you behave yourself,” she said cheerfully, her whiskey-colored eyes sparkling as she stirred the eggs.
I chuckled, knowing that she definitely felt my stiff length against her back. “I’ll behave… for the meal at least,” I promised.
