Oaklie took it from him, then it was her turn to freeze when she saw her own face staring back at her.“Oh, my,” she said in wonder, tracing a finger down the long locks that fell to the female figurine’s waist.“It looks exactly like me.”
“I know,” he said with a hint of smugness.“It’s my best work,” he added shyly.
“It’s amazing,” the cambion said with genuine awe.“It’s mine now,” she added and turned to walk away.
“What?”he exclaimed in dismay.“I made that!It’s mine!”
“You claimed my stag,” she reminded him smugly.“I’m claiming this.”
Arkas was torn with indecision.He didn’t want to give up either of the carvings.Then reason returned to him when he remembered why he existed.“Fine,” he grumbled.“Keep it,” he added.He would only be able to keep the stag until they either won or lost their war.Then Fate would send him back to the Void to slumber in stasis for another five-thousand years.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Oaklie said.“I’ll sense it if you leave this floor.”
“What do you think I’m going to do?”he asked sourly.“Turn into Eli and try to accost you?”
“Maybe,” the cambion said with a pointed look at his groin.He’d gone hard as soon as he’d pictured her wet and naked.“Men are capable of all sorts of horrible things,” she said glumly, then headed upstairs.
“Damn it,” Arkas said softly, looking down at his wayward erection.What was it about this female that got him worked up so easily?A thought occurred to him and he chuckled silently.“I want to do a perimeter check!”he called out.“Can you unlock a door for me?”Her response was to make the front door swing open.“Thanks!”he said, then strode outside into the rain.
Arkas kept up the pretense and began walking the perimeter of the property, following the fence.Once he was sure the cambion was in the shower, he raced over to the barn.Grabbing the statue of himself, he carried it to the truck and stashed it in the bed on a tarp.He tucked some old blankets he’d found in the barn around it to stop it from rolling around and making any noise.
“My female is going to be furious when she finds out I’ve stolen the statue,” he whispered, then snickered, casting a furtive look at the house over his shoulder.She wasn’t peering at him through any of the windows, so he figured he’d gotten away with his thievery.
Resuming his patrol, he was having trouble seeing through the downpour.His other senses were fully operational and he didn’t feel any intruders in the area.Oaklie was in the living room, setting the logs in the fireplace aflame when he returned.She’d wrapped a towel around her hair, but still looked stunning to him.
“You’re soaked,” she said in amusement when she glanced at him.“Wait there and I’ll get you a towel so you don’t drip water everywhere.”
Arkas was glad he’d gained control over his libido again.She was wearing a bulky sweater and sweatpants that hid her figure.He obediently stayed put until she returned with a fluffy white towel.“Thanks,” he said, then he began to strip.
Oaklie spun around to put her back to him.“I’ll wring your clothes out in the sink and hang them up by the fire,” she said in a slightly husky tone.
“Why are you so shy, female?”he asked slyly.“You’ve already seen me naked.”
“Only in statue form,” she retorted, steadfastly looking away.“If you flash your meat and potatoes at me, I’ll make you regret it.”
Arkas burst into laughter and she giggled in reaction.“Humans have become so strange,” he said, wrapping the towel around his waist.Her husky voice had made him hard again.He was glad her back was still to him.
“Are you done?”she asked.
“I’m naked,” he replied.“Except for the towel,” he added when her back stiffened.
She reached one hand behind herself and he handed her his sodden clothing.“Leave your shoes next to the door,” she requested, then hurried into the kitchen.
Arkas had dried himself with the towel, but his hair was still wet.He crossed to the fireplace and sank down onto the thick brown rug.Raising one knee effectively hid his stiff shaft from her as she snuck glances at him.He had a feeling it was going to be sweet torture trapped in the rusty old truck with his beautiful female during their long journey ahead.
