Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
No more. Never again.
“It’s over,” I whispered, tightening my hold on him. “Finally.”
“It’s over,” he confirmed. “And I’ll make sure you never have a fucking nightmare again. Never.”
It was now my turn to get a happily ever after. It was now both of our turns.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Sebastian
“Sebastian!”
When I heard Ada’s screech across the house, I felt my grin spread slowly and thoroughly over my face.
I leaned back in the leather chair, lifted my hands to rest behind my head, and stared across my office.
Three.
Two.
One.
The double mahogany doors burst open, and my fierce little mate stood there, her eyes narrowing as she took in my expression.
“Where are they?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
“Where’s what, sweetheart?”
She took a step inside and lowered her head slightly but kept her gaze on me. “My keys. Where are my keys, Sebastian?”
I shrugged, knowing I was being a cocky bastard as I acted like I had better things to do than discuss this. “On the key rack you insisted on putting up by the front doors?”
I kept my focus on her, a small smile on my lips as she came closer, kicking first one door closed, then slamming the other one shut.
Although she acted pissed off, I could smell the desire simmering below the surface, a good argument with her always bringing out that reaction.
Same, baby girl. Same, I thought as I reached down and adjusted my stiffening dick.
My mate was always hungry for me.
I’d been worried she wouldn’t be able to keep up with my sexual appetite for needing her in all the ways a male needed a female. But I’d been shocked to know maybe I wasn’t the one who could keep up.
Because my girl had one hell of an appetite for me, and I was more than happy to ease her desire any time and any way.
“You know,” she said in a soft, almost singsong voice that instantly had my suspicions rising.
But I didn’t move a muscle, didn’t let the smile on my lips fade.
“I started looking for my keys extra early, before I had to leave, because I just had this feeling they were going to be lost.” She moved closer to my desk and ran her finger along the edge as she slowly rounded it, coming closer to me.
I swiveled in my leather chair so that when she stopped, she was only a couple of feet away from me and nothing obstructed her from me.
Her irritation finally faded from her beautiful face the longer she looked at me. In its place was that softness I knew all too well… the kind that told me her arousal was taking control.
“I know you hate when I leave, but I also know you want me to go to this.”
I exhaled roughly at her words, and the arrogance left me as I dropped my arms to my lap and started smoothing my hands up and down my slack-covered thighs. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
I did. I fucking hated when she left so damn much. In fact, I hated it so much I’d followed her every single time. Well, until she found out I was stalking her and put a fucking stop to that.
Because the truth was, for as big and bad as I was, for as many lives as I’d taken over the last century, and all the violence I’d inflicted, this little Fae held all the power over me.
All of it.
If she said to back the fuck up and give her space… I listened.
I worshipped the very ground she walked on.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have someone else following her. I’d only promised that I wouldn’t do it.
There was no way I could not have her being watched. Hell, I needed it for my own fucking sanity.
I found myself having waking nightmares of some unknown force pulling Ada from me again and again. It was driving me fucking crazy.
I really didn’t fucking care if I was a psychotic, overbearing stalking asshole when it came to my female. In fact, I embraced the hell out of the title.
She gave me that pretty smile I loved seeing so much as she stepped closer and planted her perfect ass right onto my lap. I adjusted her so both of her legs hung over the armrest of my chair.
Ada cupped my cheek, smoothing her fingers along my scruff that I was growing out for her.
When I’d shaved my beard off last week, her protest had been instant. She liked the facial hair, and so I told myself I’d never fucking shave again.
“Truth is, I don’t really want to go,” she murmured.
Her eyes were so green, so honest yet vulnerable that I just wanted to keep her wrapped in the safety of my arms for the rest of our lives.
And although I’d spouted off all that caveman shit about keeping her under lock and key, once I had her safely back in my arms, I knew I’d never deny her anything.