Winnie ducked her head, a move completely out of character for her, and made her way toward Reidar.
Once she was alone with Asmia, Penelope peered around the library. “Asmia, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course.”
She turned back to the Fae. “Has Obsidian ever fed from you?”
Asmia’s amethyst eyes remained locked on her face. “At some point in my existence, they all have, yes.”
She nodded.
“Why do you ask?”
Penelope shrugged. “It’s just … I don’t like the idea of him feeding from Acadia. Well, from anyone, actually.”
Asmia nodded. “That’s a natural reaction.”
“Is it?” The words shot out of her mouth along with her disbelief. “The man I’m in love with has to feed on the blood from a fairy, Asmia. I’m not sure there’s anything natural about that.”
Asmia offered a small smile. “Maybe not. But it’s not something Obsidian can avoid. His existence depends on it.”
“Can I—” The words died in her throat as the heat hit her, buckling her knees.
“Penelope!” Asmia grabbed her arm, helped her into a chair. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t speak, the painful need robbing her of breath and thought. Since it had only been a few hours since the last time she was with Obsidian, Penelope hoped this one would pass. After all, it was quite the inconvenience.
“Talk to me,” Asmia urged.
She focused on breathing as her nipples hardened, her core pulsed with sexual longing. Once again, her skin was too sensitive, the clothing she wore causing physical discomfort. It took everything in her not to strip it away, to ease some of the ache.
“Leave us, Asmia.”
Penelope didn’t bother looking up, grateful Obsidian had appeared as he’d promised, finding her when she needed him most.
“Of course, Obsidian,” Asmia said softly before vanishing in thin air.
Now that she knew what this affliction was, Penelope turned her full attention to Obsidian once they were alone in the library.
His eyes heated as he kneeled on the floor between her legs. “Looks like I get the pleasure of loving you some more.”
The promise in his eyes sent a spark of desire to her core, making her moan. “Yes. Please.”
Chapter Twenty
Friday, August 9, 2019
WITHTHEMANSIONMOSTLYCLEAREDOUT,THOSEwho remained kept busy, most of them tucked away in the upstairs library, hiding out in the dining room, or even borrowing one of the many offices scattered throughout. Taayin, Søren, and Miklós worked with Gryffyth in an effort to provide support in finding the remaining fouramsouelots, everyone pitching in the best they could.
Though Obsidian spent most of his time with Penelope, he couldn’t deny something had put a minor rift between them. Okay,somethingmade it sound like he didn’t know what it was. Except he did. It was the fact that he was still feeding from Acadia, which had not only put him and Penelope on tenuous ground, it had also put a rift between Penelope and Acadia. He wasn’t sure how to rectify the situation aside from feeding from Penelope, so he was doing his best to pretend the problem didn’t exist.
Not exactly easy to do when the only priority he had was to make hisamsouelothappy. Which, right now, he was doing by hiding out, giving Penelope time to spend with Winnie. Since Reidar had filled Winnie in to their existence, the two females had something new to bond over. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about, and when they weren’t chatting, they were asking questions. Luckily, Asmia had become the go-to for answers, the Fae growing ever closer with the two humans, hanging out with them when she wasn’t out on patrol.
The soft knock on the main floor office door had Obsidian glancing up.
When it opened, Penelope appeared, looking scrumptious.
“I’m starting to think you’ve moved in here,” Penelope teased when she paused to lean against the doorjamb.
