Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Kellan.”
I felt her now, heard her voice in my head, and I allowed her in.
“What’s going on?”
She felt my concern, and now I could feel hers.
“I’m coming back to you.”
“What did your father say?”
I let her go through my thoughts.
When she was done, I felt her withdrawal before she asked, “You think he’s telling the truth?”
I moved to her, prodding into her mind. I wanted access to what she was thinking. I could feel her fear and also her surprise that my father would be truthful.
“You think he’s telling you this because he’s your father?”
“I don’t know.”
“I can sense your worry, but we’ve battled other messengers before.”
I didn’t respond because this would be different. The prophecy had already been spoken. It would happen. This messenger was unlike the others. He had a mission, a quest. He would be committed. He would be brimming with power.
I could already feel the battle coming.
I would have to prepare Shay, but that wasn’t for now.
I needed a distraction. “Tell me about the holiday plans you have. I know you’ve been conspiring against me while I was gone.”
I sensed her smile as she relaxed, just a little. “I have!”
She told me while I traveled back to her.
Damien’s fraternity was having a party. Some of Shay’s college friends wanted to do a Christmas cocktail event on a rooftop of a building. It was going to be classy, so we needed to dress up. There would be caroling. And a hayride with eggnog.
And the worst one—
“I want to put a Christmas tree up in our house.”
CHAPTER 6
SHAY’S TURN
Kellan was scared.
That said everything.
I knew he was shielding parts of the prophecy. I could feel his walls, and I probed, but he didn’t want me to hear it all. I didn’t understand why, but I had to trust him. He was my soulmate. He wouldn’t keep it from me unless I wasn’t supposed to know. But I knew he was scared.
And now I was, too. Immediately, I felt his regret.
That’s why he didn’t want me to hear it all. He didn’t want this result.
I made a concerted effort to shove out my fear.
I replaced that with trust, love, and assurance.
Kellan could feel me doing this, and he knew why. It was my way of letting him know it was okay, the way he wanted to fight this prophecy. I would let him take the lead.
“I love you.”
He landed, and I heard him out loud, then felt him.
I whipped around, and there he was, turning into his corporeal self in the kitchen, right behind me.
I stood up from the couch, where I’d been sitting, and got only two feet toward him.
He finished finalizing his transition, and then he caught me.
I was in the air, in his arms, and his mouth was on mine.
“Home. You’re mine,” he said.
I sighed. “You’re mine.”
We went upstairs.
His mouth was commanding. His tongue moved in.
Lust and pleasure wound through me, zinging me.
My body heated. I needed him.
The time he took to go to his father and back hadn’t been that long—a few days, but it felt longer. Like months. Space and distance in any form weren’t supposed to come between bonded souls, but it’d been necessary.
I’d ached for him while he was gone, but now he was here, and that ache was throbbing.
I wanted more. Of him.
He laid me down on the bed and began tasting me.
The corner of my lips.
The side of my face.
My throat.
My chest.
Between my breasts.
My right breast. My nipple.
My left. The left nipple.
He kept moving down. His tongue moved over me, sensually caressing.
I could barely endure it.
I felt myself coming apart at the seams, wanting him, but he held off. He bent over me, moving farther down.
Down.
My stomach.
His hands went to my pants, hooked into the waistband, and pulled them down.
Rising, his mouth moved as his hands skimmed over my hips, taking hold of my panties.
He slid two fingers underneath each side. A trail of goose bumps and shivers followed, igniting the ache inside of me.
I could feel the throb. It had its own heartbeat.
He looked up, his eyes finding mine, his mouth lowering as he pulled my panties down my legs. Then I felt his lips on my clit, his tongue moving, tasting me.
A shattering sensation of pleasure ripped through me, and I gasped, my back lifting off the mattress.
He placed a hand on my stomach, holding me down, and he continued.
His tongue moved in.
Out.
Tasting me.
Filling me back up.
He gave a hard thrust, then a gentle rub right after. He kept thrusting, and he held me down all the while.
“Kellan!” I cried aloud.
“Not yet.”
“Now!”
“Not yet.”
I could hear his amusement.
I tried to bring my legs around him, squeezing him in protest, but he used his senses to hold me in place.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his powers now holding me fully immobile. I was pinned in place as he kept tasting me.