“Go to my room,” I say, cutting her off before she starts rambling again.
“What?”
I wedge a finger beneath my dampener and roll my shoulders.
“Do you say ‘what’ every time I tell you to do something, so you can buy yourself time to decide if you’re going to do it? Or because you alreadyknowyou’re going to do it, and you’re trying to convince yourself not to?”
When she doesn’t respond, I assume it’s the latter.
“Go to my room,” I repeat.
This time, the only answer I receive is the sound of shuffling feet.
I listen to the muffled chatter as she makes her way through the house, past the den, and up the stairs. She mutters a few hellos, but she doesn’t linger, and I know she’s hungrier than she’s letting on.
I duck into the library and shut the door behind me as she asks, “What now?”
“Get on the bed.” And because I know her, I add, “Under the covers.”
“Why?”
“Gods, you ask a lot of questions.”
It’s been a while since she’s been in my bed.
I could blame the inquisition for needing her scent replaced. Make something up about how they might come sniffing around again.
But the truth is, her scent has started to fade from all those nights ago. And no matter what I say, she’ll argue, so why not just tell her the truth?
“I like the smell,” I say.
“Ha.” She chuckles at me. “I’m sure you do.”
To my surprise, she sets the phone down to do as I say, and when she picks up again, there is an inflection in her voice that tells me she is excited.
“I don’t think I can use your bed as an anchor,” she says. “It’s too big to channel through.”
“That’s not the anchor. Reach into the bedside table and grab the first thing on top.”
I listen as she rustles around, and I know she’s found what I’m looking for when her breath hitches.
“Elliot! Where on earth did you get this?”
A smile spreads across my face as I imagine her marveling at it, and I have to adjust my dick to keep it from bruising as it pushes against my zipper.
“Fate has favorites,” I say.
I’m not usually one of them. But in this, the gods must have taken pity on me.
“Wait—” She’s quiet for a moment as she inspects it. “Is this…Is this you?”
About as close as I could get it. It’s a little shorter, and it’s missing the piercing in the top, but otherwise, yes, it’s me.
“Mmhmm,” I answer, already unzipping my pants.
She may be the hungry one, but I have a craving of my own, and the only thing that seems to shake it these days is her.
“It’s enchanted,” I add. “All you have to do is slip it in.”
