Page 67 of Locked
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Mother is coming over tomorrow morning, so you'll need to be out of here by seven. Probably before that. If she sees you here…" I trailed off, shaking my head.
"Hey, no problem…" he said, trailing off. "But… are you going to be okay with her coming tomorrow? Like… Maybe you should just… refuse her entrance or whatever?"
"I don't want to take the chance," I replied. "If she can get in here without me, it'll make the building blow up if you're still here."
He exhaled heavily. "Well, maybeyoucould go? And I'll stay here? I'm no mage, but I'm a hunter. I have magic. I bet I could take her. Elven magic's pretty powerful."
I shook my head and instead cupped his face, pulling him closer for our first kiss. His lips melded into mine, popping slightly upon release. "She's more powerful than you know…"I said softly. "Basil used to think she was fae. And while I don't think she is, I can see how he got there."
Sorrel reached for my hands, lacing his fingers through mine. "So you want me to go tomorrow morning and then… come back tomorrow night?"
I nodded. "If you don't mind."
"If it's what you want, I don't mind at all." He smiled slightly, looking at my hands in his. "I can't believe I'm finally here… touching you, in person…"
I grinned back, having successfully changed the subject from him doing something outright stupid and getting himself killed for my sake. "I know… it's like a dream."
He captured my lips in another kiss. One I purposefully deepened. Not that I wasn't interested in deeply kissing Sorrel, but I might have had ulterior motives in the action.
He moaned softly into my mouth. "You taste so good, Zelle…"
I hummed in agreement. Because he tasted good too, like peppermint and something else, something spicy. Ginger, perhaps?
I slid my hand into his hair, revelling in it's softness as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap and leaning against the back of the couch.
I felt something warm flow through me and I jumped as a second set of hands rested on my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder, almost laughing out loud as I saw another Sorrel standing there. The double waved brightly, causing me to actually laugh.
"What--" I began. I'd often seen Sorrel's doubles split off sometimes when we talked. Hunters normally used them to trick their prey, but I supposed the artwork Sorrel hunted didn't take too much classical hunting to take down.
"This okay?" his double asked, voice low and warm. "Still just me… just felt like I could use some extra hands…"
Apparently itwasjust him. The apartment wasn't exploding or anything. His doubles could even trick the spell Mother had on the tower. Interesting.
Interesting, but the farthest possible thing from my mind at the moment.
My belly swooped as the double swept my hair over my shoulders, fingertips grazing the back of my neck. I didn't know which direction to lean to get more of his touch.
Sorrel must have sensed my confusion, because he (the real Sorrel) chuckled softly. "What is it?"
"Don't know which way to lean to get more of this," I murmured.
I felt the couch cushion sink as his double propped his knee on it. "Baby, you don't have to do anything, just let me…"
Sorrel himself, pulled me closer, pressing his lips against the column of my throat.
His double's hands were on my waist, holding me gently but firmly as I rocked over Sorrel, feeling the stirring presence of his erection as it pressed against my inner thigh. Impressed that he had one already, I ground myself even more pointedly against it, making him groan against my throat.
I broke off the kiss, pushing his hair back out of his face and grinding down again. I took in his expression, smiling softly at how utterly wrecked he looked after just a few minutes of kissing.
I could feel his double behind me still, hands moving up from my waist to cup my breasts.
I closed my eyes, no longer caring which one was speaking, or whose hands were doing what… it was all Sorrel and it felt amazing.
"Fuck, Zelle… I've wanted you ever since I first spoke to you…" he murmured. "I didn't care about what you looked like, because I could tell you were a beautiful person…"
I could only wish my interest in him had initially been so innocent and pure. I'd liked the way he filled out those sweaters. The way his chiseled jaw looked when he smiled. The way his hair fell in his eyes.
