Page 49 of Touched

“You can see me?” I ask, confused.

“Yeah, I can see you. Why wouldn’t I see you? Come inside.” Giving me an odd look, he turns to lead us toward my grandmother’s home.

“I didn’t want to say anything until we landed, but your corporeal body came back while we were in the sky. I was able to mask you using my own power with wind by obscuring what humans could see, so I’m sure we’re fine,” Aeris says, leaning in so her mouth is lined up with my ear.

Holding my hands out before me, I grin seeing my own skin again. “Nice. Now, how about the wings?” I glance back again and can finally see them.

Seriously? What the hell?

I guffaw. “What the fuck are those? Bug wings?”

She giggles. Legit fucking giggles. “According to my research, Sylph usually have insect-like wings. I think they’re cute.”

I feel my lips compress as my brows rise. “Cuteis for puppies,” I tell her. “I look like the damn creature from the movie,The Fly.”

She tilts her head. “I’m not sure I know what that is?” She looks perplexed.

Of course, she isn’t up-to-date with movies. She’s already told me she’s never seen a movie before.

Shaking my head, I wave it off. “Doesn’t matter. So, I’m part Fae with the wings of a damned fly. A nuisance insect. Awesome. Let’s go say ‘hi’ to my grandmother, get refreshed, find a room, and get back to what we started before.”

Stopping in her tracks, she looks at me as her cheeks pinken. She stammers, “D… did you say what I think… you just said? Back… to what we started?”

“I sure as fuck did. We’renotdone from earlier. The Trahans ruined the moment, but if you still want to have sex, then, baby-doll, we’re going to have sex. It’s going to be hot. Sexy as fuck. I’m going to worship you. I want you moaning my name and coming back for more, because I’ll never get enough of you.” Reaching for her, I grab her by the back of the neck and yank her toward me. Fiery need still rages in my blood, combining with the adrenaline of escaping death.

“Oh,” she exclaims as her body presses against mine. Her curves meet my hardness, fitting against me perfectly. Our lips meet briefly before she melts into me, her body pliant against mine as our lips clash and cling. It’s as if the last hour didn’t happen.Orthe last hour has reinforced the need to experience everything with this gorgeous woman.

My fairy love.

“I hope you’ll at least come inside for some iced lemonade, Callum LeBlanc. Before ravishing this beauty on my lawn,” my grandmother cheekily calls out from her porch.

I freeze, chuckling against Aeris’s lips. “Yes, ma’am,” I reply and step back, putting some space between us. Looking at her, I wave toward the porch. “Aeris, meet my grandma.” Turning my attention to my grandma, I smirk as I see her shit-eating grin and raised brow. “Grams, this is Aeris, my girlfriend, and the…”

“The fairy from Laric,” she finishes for me.

Aeris gasps. “You know about us?”

“Child, I know far more about you than you think,” my grandma says as she waves at us to follow her from the porch into her home. “Now, come on inside.”

“Oh… hells…” The moment we step inside Callum’s Grams’s home, it’s as if I’m back home in Laric, but a miniaturized version of it. Her floors are covered in moss, whereas Callum’s floors were wooden. The walls are just that, white stone with pictures hung here and there of what I’m guessing are her family members. However, there are also tree limbs along them. They’re intricately woven until they meet the floor in a complicated pattern of natural vines and flowering buds.

The forest is inside of her home.

How?

“I don’t remember the last time I was here,” Callum says, interrupting my thoughts. Slipping an arm around my waist, he tugs me to his side.

It feels natural, perfect, and safe. I feel myself smiling, and I’m probably glowing… whatever that means. I’ve read it in my romance novels. I don’t think I would necessarily glow in the dark, but perhaps it has to do with my mood and not my appearance.

“I think you were knee-high to a grasshopper,” she answers, grinning.

I tilt my head in confusion. “Knee-high to a grasshopper,” I repeat the words aloud, confounded. “But grasshoppers are so tiny. How could Callum have ever been so small?”

A pleasant shiver rushes down my spine when my Kindred,my Kindred, chuckles, fanning his breath across my neck.

When did he turn to face me?

“I can’t wait to taste you later,” he whispers directly into my ear, lightly grazing my lobe with his teeth.

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