Thorne shrugs and crosses his muscle-packed arms. He’s the biggest gargoyle in Xander’s army. Bigger than Xander himself. The look of contentment and happiness is strange yet fitting on him.
“I’m a changed monster. My mates are bringing out my extroverted side.”
It’s true that Layla and Vara are two outgoing andpowerfulwomen. There’s nothing shy about either of them. Thorne is learning to find his voice by being mated to them.
“I don’t know…” I say, not wanting to sound too eager.
The task force is something I’ve been building for months. I’ve put a lot of hard work into forming battle plans with them and organizing operations to keep the supernatural world safe.
But at the same time, it’s exhausting. Not just this task force, but everything. Life has become predictable for me. I’ve been fighting since I was a pup. Xander and I joined his father’s army in France when we both turned eighteen, but we’ve been training for battle since we were ten.
Protect the humans. Go to war with evil. Win. Protect the humans. Go to war with evil. Win.
Farrah has been the most exciting thing to happen to me in centuries. I’d ignore all my responsibilities if I could to be with her every minute of the day.
“We’ve got you,” Xander says and walks out of the room.
Thorne follows but before exiting he turns to me.
“Nothing is impossible in our world.” He reiterates. “I’ve experienced that firsthand.” He smiles and once again the emotion is strange on the intimidating soldier. “I think it’s your time.”
Thorne leaves, and I clutch my chest over my frantic heart.
What if he’s right?
What if Farrah is really my mate?
If that’s the case, then something is blocking our connection. And tonight I’m determined to figure out what’s getting in the way of my one true love.
Chapter 9 – Farrah
Ileft my late lunch with Evangeline around four and came right home to take a cold shower.
Since I shaved my entire body before attending the conference last night, all that’s left for my night with Locheran is moisturizing and putting on a little makeup.
It’s not like I need to impress him.
Or do I?
Locheran texted me five minutes ago saying he was done with his responsibilities early and could come over now if I was ready.
I glance at the clock.
8:55.
Oh, God. I'm not ready. I mean, I am, but I’m nervous as fuck. More than nervous. My nerves are nervous.
It’s been years since I’ve hooked up with anyone. Not that I haven’t had the chance. Not that I haven’t wanted to. I love myself and my body, but it’s the getting naked part and letting someone else love my body that makes me pause.
Of all the partners I’ve had, I typically go right for sex. No foreplay. Because after the first dozen men and no orgasms from their mouths or fingers… I gave up. I have my toys that give me more pleasure than them.
I think that’s why I’m nervous about hooking up with Locheran. He’s a player. He’s had multiple partners and knows what he’s doing. He said so himself on the rooftop last night. If sex with him is bad… if I’m bad… then we still have to see each other because of our friends.
Five minutes after I responded to Locheran’s text saying he could come over now, there’s a knock at my door. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I walk to answer.
Locheran stands there in human form, posed with his arm resting on the door frame.A book boyfriend pose.His campfire scent wafts over me. I briefly close my eyes, inhaling deeply.
My stomach flutters and my pussy throbs.
