Page 104 of Heartsong
“Nor surprise him. If he is fae and you reveal him, he will eliminate the threat of his exposure.”
“No attacking, no surprising.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” Pushing his hair back from his face, she tucked a lock behind his pointed ear and traced the tip with her fingers, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. He huffed at her for distracting him, and she smiled wide. “Now what aboutyourpromise?” she said, arching her brow at him just so.
“Which one?” he rumbled, dropping his face to skim his lips across hers.
One of her legs moved out from under him to spread wide.
“That thing about petting me as long as I want.”
His rumble grew into a purr as he slid his hand down to resume his ministrations. His claws delved under the stretchy material of her leggings and past the soft fabric of her panties. Her cunt was warm and welcoming, his fingers sliding easily through her folds.
“I am a male who keeps my promises.” And one who was wise enough to table discussions when they’d run their course.
Anna’s hips began to rock in a gentle rhythm, her breaths coming quicker as she watched him with hooded eyes. The vision of loveliness she made nearly stopped his heart, and he thanked every ancestor and every goddess for the gift of her. When she smiled up at him, he couldn’t resist taking her perfect lips, tasting her tongue and her moans.
“Harder,” she rasped against his lips, “wanna come.”
He spread her with two fingers and circled her clitoris with a third, making her gasp.
“As you say,fy nghalon.”
She choked on her moan, and Frey rumbled with satisfaction. There was nothing better than holding his mate in his arms and her pleasure in his hand. Anna was an enthusiastic, giving, and demanding lover, and Frey always sought to please her, to earn every gasp and mewl and kiss and be rewarded tenfold with her nips and caresses and wicked tongue. His chest swelled to see her nearing her release, and Frey chased it down, working her cunt with his fingers in successively quicker circles and thrusts. He wanted her pleasure and wouldn’t be denied.
Two quick, heavy knocks rattled the front door.
“Delivery.”
Frey’s lips peeled back from his fangs, and a resounding, outraged growl burst from his throat as he snarled at the door and the human man behind it.
Anna’s hands landed over his mouth, and she shushed him. With a groan, she squirmed out from under him. Frey only allowed it because he followed close behind, wanting to crush whatever creature was stupid enough to ruin their evening.
Before getting to the door, Anna poked the center of his chest and, with wide, warning eyes, motioned him to hide behind the wall that separated the living room and kitchen.
Another growl buzzed in his throat, and it was a long moment of silent stares between him and Anna, in which he demanded she be careful and she insisted he hide, before he ducked behind the wall.
He heard the rustle of Anna readjusting her clothing, and then the door cracked open.
If she hadn’t seen him retreat into the living room, Anna would’ve sworn Frey loomed behind her as she opened the front door a few inches. On her stoop stood one of the biggest human men she’d ever seen.
Although scrawny compared to Frey, this guy definitely never skipped leg day. Or arm day. Or any day. His wide chest and bulging biceps looked almost comical in the brown delivery uniform. A brown cap hid a head with hair buzzed down to the scalp, and his chin nearly gleamed with how close a shave he’d gotten.
Definitely a military or law-enforcement type. And definitely not the regular delivery guy.
“Good evening,” he said. “Just need a signature.”
He held a decently large box under one beefy arm and a signature pad in the other hand. Anna hesitated, not wanting to open the door any more.
“I wasn’t expecting anything.”
The man blinked at her before angling the box so she could see the label. Sure enough, her name and address were printed there above the barcode.
“Are you Anna Kincaid?”
“Yes.”
