Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
The tree reaches a branch out and touches Meg’s hair. There is no way to mistake the tenderness of the gesture.
“It’s Ci,” Meg says, her breath hitching. “He found me.” Meg touches the slender trunk, and her eyes close.
Dante’s hold loosens as he relaxes, but he keeps a hand around my waist. “Cian came into his powers a few months back. He’s a Green Man. Do you know what that means?”
I do not, but I can infer a few things. “He has power over plants.”
Meg’s mouth curls in a secret smile. Her eyes remain closed as she places both hands on the tree. “He has power over all things green and vital. He used the trees to track us. He’s coming for me. Always.”
Her face turns up as a light rain begins to fall.
“Beck is here, too.” Dante has a smile on his face. “Beck controls storms.”
I know I should be afraid. Beings that control the elements are witches, and the pack kills them. But the pack was wrong about so many things. Beck and Cian are nothing but kind to me. I will not let old fears lead me.
“They know where we are?” I ask.
“So it seems,” Dante replies. “Meg, the tree or the rain wouldn’t happen to be able to give you an estimated time of arrival? And tell them to bring my freaking bikes back. It’s a trudge to the Vampire plane, and I’ve been taking us in the opposite direction in order to fool the fuckers who tried to kill me. And they better have charged the batteries.”
Meg’s eyes open. She seems so vibrant with evidence of her husbands’ love and care all around her. “Cian is coming. Beck has to deal with things at the village, but Cian will find us. He should be here this afternoon. We’re to wait for him.”
Dante’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in front of him now. The danger has obviously passed. His hands slip over my hips. “Well, if we’re supposed to wait and we have a little time, I can think of a few things to do.”
He is constant in his affection. I let my hands drift over his. If I run away, will he come for me? I watch Meg smile up at the rain caressing her and want so badly what she has. Her men did amazing things to find her. Their love for each other is palpable.
Dante wants me. He wants me often, but what does it mean? Sven wanted me, too. The feeling obviously passed. Will Dante’s passion pass?
“And, Dante, Ci says he’s happy you and Kaja seem to be bonding.” Meg smiles at us. I revel in her approval.
Dante kisses my hair. “Not as much as I’d like, thanks to Meg’s insistence on running. But now I can relax because there’s a tree and a rain cloud to guard her. Now I can get in some serious bonding time with my consort. Tell Ci to hurry. I want to get home to my nice comfy bed and other things that make bonding time special. I hope I’m stocked up on double-A batteries.”
Dante takes my hand and starts to lead me away. “And Meg, I would be careful with the tree. It looks like it has thorns. I would watch for those branches. You might be better off playing in the rain, if you know what I mean.”
I take one last look at Meg, her smiling face turned upward as gentle rain kisses her skin. If she hears Dante, she does not show it. She is lost in her husbands’ love.
I follow Dante. The grass beneath is soft on my bare feet, but my mind is in a different place. Meg is so loved.
It is easy to lose myself out here. The intimacy of the woods makes Dante feel like the only person in the world. And I am the only female available to him. He is young and in his prime. He is male. I hear many things about young males. They mate at every given opportunity.
Is that all I am to him? An opportunity to mate—to fuck? What does any of it mean? Does he feel even the smallest bit for me that I feel for him?
Dante stops once we are completely surrounded by thick trees. It is isolated, though we will be able to hear Meg if she needs us. Dante immediately pulls me into his arms. I feel the line of his erection nudging me. “Alone at last.”
Will I be alone again once Dante’s passion is expended?
His lips press against mine, his tongue languidly invading my mouth. He kisses me, his hands pushing at the clothes I wear. “Baby, I promise I won’t let you out of bed for a week once we get home. I’m going to fuck you six ways from Sunday.”