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“I’ll come with you.” I insisted, sighing softly as a yawn rose in my throat.
Even before we completed the bond, Nolan had this uncanny way of seeing right through me. The announcement, the assassination attempt, and the party -a girl only had so much energy when it came to nights of crappy sleep, even if she was a tribrid.
“No. You’ll stay here and get some sleep, like you’ve been wanting to do for days now.” His stare rooted me in place, along with the fondness only I could see, the savage love that came with being mated to a beast.
I let out a sigh, guilty because I wasn’t the only one suffering from lack of sleep. Nolan had just as much on his plate as I did, and had managed it a lot longer than I.
This time I couldn’t hold back the yawn that left my open mouth, making my eyes water and grow heavy. Beneath it all, I was a little more than excited for tomorrow, to learn the basics of magic. I was more than curious about my witch heritage and hoped that this was my chance to fully understand what
I was which was becoming more complicated by the minute.
‘Go to sleep, Daisy. You have a busy day tomorrow.’ The reverence in which he said my name made my heart flutter, filling me with a warmth that prompted me to wrap my arms around his torso, breathing in his woodsy scent.
‘You won’t be long?’ I pouted, feeling a sense of relief when the husky words, ‘I promise,’ swirled through my head.
“We’ll stick around for a while.” Breyona chimed in helpfully, peering up at Giovanni through her lashes.
The way he looked down on her, the hidden adoration in his eyes, I swore he and Nolan had more in common than they cared to admit. “We’ll also drop Cordelia off at the house on our way back. We just have to get back before the sun rises.”
Once Nolan left, I explained to Cordelia her new living situation. Her eyes lit up at the mention of another skilled witch, one she’d be sharing the house with.
We spent the next several minutes talking, with Breyona providing a near endless stream of questions that captured even my short attention span. Her hazel eyes held the same excitement her parents had whenever they discovered a new academic trove or forgotten piece of history.
“If the Luna is alright with it, you’re more than welcome to join our training courses. Not possessing magic doesn’t mean you can’t learn. We’re always in need of more people to pass on the craft.”
Cordelia offered Breyona on their way out.
Breyona gave me a hopeful look, bouncing on the b***s of her feet with an expectant grin. I let her squirm for a few seconds, giggling when Giovanni had to steady her.
“Of course, I don’t mind if you come to magic training. Who better to keep me on task?” I smirked.
“Awesome, I can’t wait!” She exclaimed, pecking me on the cheek. “Just text me what time you want me to come over.”
The moment the three of them left, I took the time to explore the bedroom Nolan had designed for us.
As soon as I stepped inside, I was engulfed in his scent. Wood and amber along with the faint undertone of something purely male, husky, and mouthwatering all on its own.
I understood why the moment I sank into the ridiculously large bed, much bigger than anything Nolan or I would need. I knew I could be a bed hog, but I wasn’t sure anyone was that bad.
The blankets and sheets on the bed were made of the softest cotton, midnight black in color. Nolan’s scent clung strongly to the sheets because they were his from back home.
It was a piece of the place we had left behind, a place that had once comforted and provided me with a sense of safety.
I hadn’t planned on passing out minutes after sinking into the bed, but with his delicious scent wrapped around me, lulling my already exhausted mind into a false sense of security, it was impossible not to give into the urge.
‘I like the sheets…’ I managed to murmur seconds before my eyes fluttered shut, and my fingers grasped the pillow that smelled most like Nolan.
‘I knew you would.’ I thought I heard his raspy chuckle, but I was too far gone to take notice.
I was only partially awake when I heard the bedroom door open. The cold draft in the hallway whooshed into the bedroom, blowing Nolan’s scent until it swirled around the room.
My nose twitched, and even in my sleep I knew when he was near. Fingers brushed my cheek. Just two, trailing slowly to my jawline. The sparks, which could be overwhelming at times, turned subtle and soothing.
As his hand drifted lower, grazing my neck and shoulder, he gradually came to a stop. I could no longer feel his fingers gliding over my skin, but instead knew where they hovered.
For months I pretended the crimson mark on my skin was non-existent, a nightmare that I had long ago woken up from. Tristan was trying, working to make up for his mistakes and to preserve his people, but
I’d always have the physical reminder of what side he had once been on.
Even without his mark, as his Queen, I’d always have that faint connection to him.
“Is Zeke alive?” I mumbled sleepily.
“Alive and bailed out of the county j**l.” Nolan’s reply had almost come a few seconds too late. My eyes fluttered open, confusion and amusement written across them. It wasn’t surprising. Zeke with a bunch of college students, things we bound to get crazy. “I’ll explain everything in the morning, after we both get some sleep.”
My eyes opened just a sliver when I felt the rough palm of his hand against my stomach. A jolt of awareness rushed through me, similar to adrenaline as I caught Nolan’s swirling golden eyes, peering at me through the darkness. The intensity of his gaze, the way he fixated on me obsessively. Was it screwed up that I found that intoxicating?
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He grunted, tugging on the hem of my tank- top with impatient fingers.
“Then undress me, Alpha.” I giggled sleepily, stretching my arms over my head as I watched pale threads of moonlight stream through the c******s in the room.
Nolan replied with a vicious snarl, and I knew that if I reached out, I’d be holding the stiff length of him in my hand. He removed my tank-top with surprisingly gentle hands, toying with the fact that goosebumps erupted wherever he touched.
Cold air enveloped me the moment my chest was b**e, the tank-top I had worn discarded on the floor.
My eyes were still shut, arms still splayed out above my head as I hovered in between sleep and consciousness, that euphoric state where everything felt both sensitive and cloudy.
I could feel him watching me, peering through the dark as he devoured my b**e b*****s and soft curves.
Oh, we were playing this game again. Warmth blossomed between my legs, tightening my n*****s and elevating my heartrate.
His fingers stilled at the top of the leggings I wore, teasing where my skin met the fabric with skilled fingers.
“Can I play with you, Daisy?
“Mmm.” I sighed softly, turning my head on the pillow to get comfortable.
The haze had wore off as he slid my leggings off and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me hyper sensitive and aching in all of the wrong ways. My b*****s bounced as I shifted in bed, my legs parting just enough for Nolan to slip his hand between.
“F**k, Daisy. See how quickly you get wet for me?” I whimpered softly when his fingers glided through my folds, collecting the wetness that coated my lips. As much as I tried to tone down my reaction, nothing short of a miracle could keep my back from arching when he placed a thumb against my c**t, losing some of his earlier gentleness. “You can try to pretend, but your body always gives away how much you want this.”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip, silencing my reply. It was in my nature to fight, to revolt and thrash against anyone who would hold me down. It was the nature of a werewolf, a Luna, and a Queen. There had always been something about Nolan that allowed me to let go, to forfeit the control I was always seeking. Handing it over to him, it was exhilarating.
“You want to play quiet, sweetheart?” He chuckled low in my ear, his spontaneous nickname for me had nearly broken my vow of silence.
There was nothing kind about the endearment. It was a challenge, a taunt, a promise. My eyes rolled when I felt the blistering heat of him against me, the swollen head of his c**k nudging against my entrance.
His laugh was dark and bottomless, ” That’s fine by me. Don’t make a f*****g sound.”
Goddess, what had I gotten myself into.
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