Page 86 of Heartsong
She didn’t even let the sight of the strange SUV sitting across the street dampen her mood. Though it did change her mind about going out today.
Although, she didn’t need much convincing to stay in. Now that she was up, she was definitely still a tad woozy from the meds. Plus, she wanted to be near Frey.
Instead, she set herself up on the couch to do a little internet window shopping.
She spent the morning comparing pared down and refurbished smartphones, saving the tabs to show Frey later. She wanted to get his input on her idea and which phone he might like better. Getting him a way to keep in touch and an outlet to the modern world seemed like such a simple idea, she was a little embarrassed she hadn’t thought of it before.
It took her a few minutes to actually transfer the bulk of the money from her emergency mom fund into her main account in preparation for the phone.
An aftertaste of guilt followed her around for a while, but when she realized it was Shannon’s voice she heard in her head telling her that money was her mom’s, Anna was able to put it from her mind.
In the afternoon, she finalized a one-day shipping order, only blushing a little bit that it included a bottle of lube. Anna was a realist and believed in having a plan.
The blush lasted her as the sun tracked across the sky, her body alight with a warm buzz at the thought ofmorewith Frey. Sure, a lingering terror still lurked in her heart of hearts, and there would likely be a part of her that was always scared this was too good to be true—but the hope outweighed them both.
I want to try.
They would take work, the two of them, but that didn’t mean it was work not worth doing.
So with dinner cooking and the afternoon shadows growing long, Anna cuddled with Captain and settled in to watch some trashy TV to wait out the remaining hour before Frey would finally wake up.
Frey pushed against his stone sleep, moving even before his limbs were entirely flesh and bone again. Memories of what Anna had done to herself as he had to stand there, unmoving, burned him from the inside out.
Ablaze with his need for her, Frey lunged for the bed, only to find it empty and the bedchamber dark and cool.
With a sensual purr vibrating from his chest, he stalked from the bedchamber in search of his mate. His cock bobbed inside the confines of his braies, the swollen cockhead pushing against the waistband. Each step was sweet agony, his skin sizzling and his heart hammering.
He stopped in his tracks when he finally beheld Anna, asleep on the couch.
The TV played one of her dramatic shows at a low volume, but at some point she’d fallen asleep curled up under a blanket. Captain lay on her hip, he too curled up into a cozy ball.
The scene they made was too precious, too serene for him to disturb.
Go at her pace,he reminded himself. It was advice made easier to swallow knowing now how talented and dexterous her fingers were.
Frey marched into the washroom and shut the door quietly behind him. Taking a familiar stance above the tub, he planted one hand on the wall and fisted his cock in the other. It wasn’t the first time he’d tugged his cock in Anna’s washroom to get himself under control, and knowing his heartsong, it likely wouldn’t be his last.
Engorged and angry, his cock was almost too sensitive to touch. His hand was much rougher and more merciless than his mate’s had been, but it was the memory of her soft hands, her nipping kisses, her teasing words that had him spurting into the tub within only a few tugging strokes.
Hissing through gritted teeth, Frey milked the spend from his cock, watching as it splattered against the pearly white ceramic.
When he finished, he was left panting and stooped, the force of his orgasm putting a wobble in his knees. After a few gulping breaths, he got himself and the tub cleaned up, watching as his spend swirled around then disappeared down the drain.
Next time will be inside her,he promised himself.
He was a little less urgent but no less predatory as he reentered the living room, wanting his mate.
The apartment smelled of savory things, and a glance into the kitchen showed something cooked in the oven with twenty minutes left. Plenty of time to greet his heartsong.
She and Captain made a perfect sight, curled up together, but Frey couldn’t help himself. Scooping Captain up, he placed the cat gently on the back of the couch. He received a disgruntled blink before his feline friend yawned and went back to sleep.
Blanket and all, he picked Anna up next.
“Hhn?” The sleepy inquiry puffed against his ear as he sat himself down on the couch, Anna in his arms.
“Good evening,fy nghalon,” he purred.
Soft eyes under heavy lids took him in, and a warm smile spread across her face.
