I’ve been in denial for far too long. I should be preparing myself for the worst possible outcome. There’s no doubt that my family won’t win this war.
They’re just not strong enough.
And I'm going to make sure their hate ends with me.
Chapter 18 – Locheran
The meeting only lasted about thirty minutes before we were dismissed.
Farrah’s been quiet, and I know it’s because she’s concerned about how dangerous the plan is to infiltrate her family’s operations.
I fly her to her apartment where she packs a bag and gets Potato in his carrier along with his supplies to bring back to my place. All her belongings that she’s been packing in boxes this past week will be moved over this weekend. Some of her big items like her couch and bed will be left to whoever takes over her lease.
After I bundle my mate, her cat, and her bag in my arms, I fly us back to my apartment in Midtown.
She lets Potato out once we’re inside. I bought litter and a litter box for him, that way I didn't have to fly around Manhattan with it. Potato finds the box and drops a load that smells up the spare bathroom.
“Damn, for such a little thing, he sure knows how to stink bomb the place,” I say, attempting to get my mouse to smile.
She does, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hey,” I say, my voice softening. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “It’s just a lot. All of this. You, us, my family.”
A few tears roll down her cheeks, and I wipe them away with my thumbs.
“How can I help? Do you want to cuddle on the couch and watch movies?”
The corner of her mouth tilts up. “No. I just want to be with you.”
“I’m here, babe.”
She scrunches up her nose at ‘babe.’ “You know what I mean,” she says with a sigh.
“I don’t. Tell me.”
She huffs before locking her eyes with mine. She takes my shirt in her hands and tugs me closer. Her tongue swoops across her bottom lip.
“Fuck me, Locheran. Please. I can barely function. I need you inside me. Now. Desperately.”
My cock perks up at her words.
She stands on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on my lips. One hand clutches my nape while the other moves around to my back.
Her fingertips graze over my wings, and they unfurl with a shudder.
She smiles against my lips.
“You like that?” she asks, teasing me.
I groan and nod.
“Use your words, Loch.” One of her hands moves down my front to cup my hardening cock. “Tell me you like me touching your wings.”
I don’t know who the fuck replaced my shy little mouse, but I am here for it. “I like you touching my wings. Do it again.”
“Would you come just by my touch?”
