Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
And this explained another reason why they pushed us to stay close.
“That’s weird, isn’t it?” I whispered.
“It’s what we have to work with. We have enough to try to understand. That is what it is, and when we learn more about all the rest, maybe what we’re all experiencing will be explained.”
I wasn’t a huge fan of this.
Tanyn read it.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay.” His thumbs were drawing circles on my hipbones. “We live our lives. We stay vigilant. And we keep at this until we figure out what’s going on and put a stop to it.”
I let out a breath.
“You’re wound up,” he said, mild surprise in his tone.
“I need to go to Sigil.”
I did.
So did Tanyn (said me).
“I mean, who’s taking care of the lynx?” I asked.
“The Grendiers are still stationed there, and they’re looking after them. They’ve had good luck with weather, not many snowstorms, so construction on the new base is coming along smoothly, the same for the renovations. The new windows have already been installed, the repointing done, and the heating system has been upgraded.”
I was mildly bummed about that last.
Thank the gods for temperature control, I could turn it down if I felt like snuggling up with a blanket, cocoa and/or Tanyn (my choice, obviously: and).
“They’re moving onto the interior,” Tanyn continued. “Plastering. Replacing some floorboards, refinishing all the floors, deep cleaning. They say within two weeks, maybe even sooner, the decorating can start. A week more, enough work will be done on it, the Red Wing substation can house fighters and Manny and Zyr can return.” He gave my hips a squeeze. “Things are getting done,” he assured. “Patience, baby.”
I was not good with patience.
“Cat?” he called.
“What?” I asked, focusing more attentively on him.
At what I saw, my breath caught.
“How do we take your mind off things, hmm?” he asked, voice low, eyes fading to black.
But I knew his answer to that question, because his hands were skimming down my hips, my thighs, to the bottom part of my skirt.
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“One or two,” he murmured, shimmying up the skirt.
I shifted my legs to assist the shimmy.
Once it was around my waist, he didn’t even bother rising from his chair before he hefted me onto the edge of the desk.
Smooth move.
Effective move.
Very effective.
And drat the male, once I was where he wanted me, he took his time drawing my panties down my legs.
“Tanyn,” I snapped.
“Patience,” he replied. “Lie back.”
I did as I was told.
He spread my legs.
He took too damned long doing that too.
He then ran a finger lightly through my wet folds.
I trembled on his desk.
“Honey,” I whispered.
Going the other way, he bent in, and dragged his tongue just as lightly, and agonizingly slowly.
Oh gods.
Using two fingers, he opened me and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, lazily, like he had weeks to go down on me.
Gods.
Amazing.
And torment.
In other words…
Perfection.
And Tanyn.
Before I could tell him to get busy, he casually tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, the other, he dipped back in, and I thought it’d be more torture.
But it wasn’t.
He went at me with tongue and teeth and fingers, and I writhed on the desk, digging the spikes of my shoes in his back, threading my fingers in his hair, pulsing his face into me as he built it higher, higher…
Dear Hecate.
“Honey,” I warned. “You,” I begged, inviting him to fill me.
Tanyn didn’t do that.
He shoved both hands under me, cupping my ass and yanking me into his mouth.
I couldn’t hold it.
Arching my back, clenching my hand in his hair, I came into that mouth, gasping.
As I drifted down, I felt his soft, affectionate licks between my legs, before he sensed I was in afterglow. When he did, tenderly, he tugged down my skirt. And even more tenderly, he slid me off his desk and into his lap.
“Feel better now?” he asked.
“You didn’t get anything,” I murmured, my voice hazy because the orgasm he gave me was so stellar, I was still in afterglow.
“That took my mind off things just fine,” he replied.
I pressed my forehead into his neck and burrowed into his body.
Gods, I loved him.
Down to my soul.
I had no fear around it now.
Fate. Destiny. Good luck.
Who knew?
I no longer cared.
We’d gone through the rite.
He chose me, and I chose him.
It was done.
And I’d found my one.
Tanyn gathered me closer and said gently, “I’ll talk to Jorda about time on Sigil. After you’ve fully handed over to Lua. Does that work for you?”
Actually, that would be perfect timing.
“It works for me,” I replied.
“Now, regrettably, we both have things to do.”
That was, indeed, regrettable.
“But I have a feeling I could swing a booking at my favorite restaurant in Abyssinia for tonight,” he said.
I lifted my head and fluttered a hand to my chest. “Dear me, Your Majesty, are you asking me on a date?”