Page 41 of Desolation
Holy shit!
My dream slams to the forefront of my mind and I gasp, remembering all that Gaia told me. Was that real? At the time, it had felt like my mind landed me into the middle of a crazy fantasy plot but I can’t deny the strong connection I had felt to the land and to Gaia.
I shake my head.You just need to take a shower and get some more sleep, Lana. This is just exhaustion.
As I turn to head to the shower, I realize that my back hasn’t hurt at all since I woke up. Turning my head to look over my shoulder in the mirror, I gape at my blemish-free back, no bleeding wound in sight.
Gaia had told me my back was healing last night in my dream as I came into my magic and Fae form. Maybe there’s a semblance of truth to everything she had told me.
Did someone slip drugs into me somehow? Gods, and Goddesses and Fae, holy fuck!
I am not ready to dive into that clusterfuck of information right now. I’m not even close to accepting Beth’s death and now this?Hardpass.
Instead, I focus my thoughts on simpler tasks like turning on the shower and stepping inside. I blissfully zone out as the hot water runs down my skin, washing away the blood that had coated and stuck to me.
All I’d wanted was a day to sit back and enjoy the weather. To push the guys buttons as I tiptoed into uncharted territory with them.
I guess you don’t always get what you want.
As my hands roam my body and I wash with the cheap bar soap, I can’t help but think of how I’m going to have to get back into bed with Hale. Part of me wants to sayfuck playing coyand just lose myself in him. My hands brush my hardened nipples, causing my legs to shift as a heat and pressure builds between them. I know he’ll be gentle and treat me like a queen if I go through with it. His dominance and large frame should intimidate me, at the thought of him being my first, but it does the opposite.
I want him to own my mind, body and soul. I don’t want to think of anything else.
Dropping my hand to my swollen pussy, I part my lips and gently massage my clit as I picture Hale’s large body moving over my own. He’d lick, nip and suck on my skin, from the sensitive area of my neck, all the way down to where I really want him.
Moaning at the image, I increase my pace as the pressure builds, needing to get myself over the cliff. He’d run his tongue across my folds until I cry his name out, completely unraveling at his touch.
“Lana? Are you okay in there?”
Oh my God. He caught me moaning.
“Uh, yeah! Give me one second,” I call out, quickly turning the shower off, and wrapping my body in the plush white towel on the rack.
Yanking the door open, I stand face to face with the man that I had just been fantasizing about moments ago. My cheeks flush as heat rushes to them and my body aches, still yearning for the release he robbed me of.
I must look like a drowned rat with my hair still sopping wet but he surprises me with the predatory look in his gaze. Something akin to hunger in his eyes.
“We need to talk, Lana,” he grinds out through a clenched jaw.
Being caught slightly off guard by that statement, my mind races, trying to figure out what to say to him. I know he wants to talk about us and my feelings for all of them but I really hadn’t expected him to fling the talk on me right now.
Here goes nothing. No more hiding.
“You’re right.”Oh fuck, there my hands go with their wild gestures.“I know I treated you all terribly this afternoon, and I am so sorry for letting my grief take over. You are all so precious to me. I’ve made up my mind. Losing Beth today made me realize just how important you all are to me. I want you. All of you,” I finish, glad I got all out before I could wimp out.
We just stare at each other for a few moments before he surprises me by rushing me, grabbing the back of my head, and tilting it back. He melds his plush lips to my own, confirming my suspicions that they indeed feel as soft as they look. Melting into his embrace, I lean against him and give into the desire I felt for him. Kissing him back with force, I grip his dark hair between my fingers and moan into his mouth.
This feels even better than I imagined.
“Fuck, Lana,” he says, barely moving his lips away from me to say the words. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words from your lips for far too long.” He smothers my retort with his lips, flicking his tongue out and dragging my bottom lip into his mouth as he suckles on it lightly.
My mind turns to mush, all witty comebacks flying off to Neverland to die. I had no idea a kiss could be filled with so much passion and intensity, causing me to lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
Moving his hands to my hips, he digs his fingers in, grinding his pelvis into me. His large erection brushes against my stomach, causing me to freak out a little at my lack of experience, but it also wakes up a greedy animal that wants me to rip my towel off and have my way with him.
Moving my hand to grip the edge of my towel to do just that, I start tugging but his hands suddenly disappear from my hips and clasp my hand to my towel, halting my movements. He tilts his head down to rest against my forehead as his heavy breathing matches my own.
Did I misunderstand his desire for me? Am I moving too fast?
