Page 54 of Desolation
“I’m color blind!”
Oh shit, I’m such an asshole.“I amsosorry. I didn’t realiz—”
“I’m fucking with you. I just like black.”
All of her men break out into laughter as I facepalm, deciding to shut the fuck up for the rest of thepleasantwalk. Minutes later, we arrive in front of a navy-blue, two-story home with a large, wrap-around front porch behind a fence gate. It looks like Barbie and Ken’s marital home.
Serenity throws the door to the gate open. “Home sweet home. The fridge is spelled to give you ingredients you need and we’ve already zapped in clothing and essential items so make yourselves comfortable. Take the rest of the night to settle in. We’ll be back bright and early to start your training tomorrow.”
As soon as she finishes talking, they vanish into thin air without a goodbye. I will never get used to that.
I turn to Lana, sweeping the air with my arm and bending at the waist to put a smile on her face. “My Queen, your palace awaits!”
She clasps her hands together and bats her eyes at me. “Will you carry me over the threshold?”
“It would be my honor.” I straighten and scoop her bridal-style into my arms, enjoying the way she fits against me.
One day, we’ll do this for real.
Wait, fuck. That’s so far away. Don’t think like that this early, Luke. You’ll scare her off.
Pushing the large, white front door open, I carry Lana over the threshold and get our first look at the interior. It’s a completely open floor plan with dark hardwood floors, cream walls and a high ceiling. We walk straight into the living room where a gigantic, flat-screen TV hangs over a fireplace, home to plush white couches, bright decorative pillows and a cream throw blanket that looks as soft as a cloud. In the kitchen, farthest from the front door, all the cabinets are white, state-of-the-art, stainless steel appliances reside, and a large granite island with barstools finishes it off.
The witches sure know how to live in style.
I look towards the stairs, deducing that the bedrooms are likely on the second floor, and make our way up there to deposit Lana onto bed.
She lightly slaps my chest. “Luke, you can put me down now!”
I purse my lips and shake my head like I’m so sorry to tell her that’s not possible. “No can do. A Queen shouldn’t have to walk any more than necessary.”
She rolls her eyes but gives in. I know she loves it. She’d jump on us for piggyback rides when we were younger and proudly declare thatmy legs aren’t for walking—they’re for admiring.
Upstairs, the second floor is split into what appears to be only two rooms. I walk through the first door on the left into a fully-modernized bathroom that reminds me of a spa. A large, walk-in shower calls to me while Lana’s gaze is lasered in on the standalone tub, big enough to fit three of us. She squeals in my arms. “I need to soak in that tub!”
I chuckle at the childlike excitement in her voice and move to the other door, grinning because I think I know what to expect. I open the door to a large, white, four-post bed, the size of two California kings pushed together. It’s front and center in the room with an array of decorative, lavender pillows at the head.
Looks like we’re all going to get real comfy, real quick.
Lana looks perplexed and my grin spreads wider. “Where are the other beds?”
I toss her into the middle of the bed and she flies through the air, shrieking, before bouncing on the mattress. I stalk over to her and say, “This is the only one.”
“I don’t think this is how a Queen is treated!”
Crawling on all fours on the bed, I smirk. “I’d love to show you how a Queen should be treated.”
A sharp intake of breath parts her pretty lips and my cock jumps.My little minx definitely likes dirty talk.
Loud, thudding footsteps like a stampede sound up the stairs and Lana kicks me away. Hale bursts into the room with the rest of the crew following close behind to the sight of Lana casually lying in bed and me slumped up against the wall now.
“Are you okay?” Hale asks. “Why did Lana scream?”
My twin leans against the doorway and laughs. “Oh, I think Lana is just fine, guys.”
“Yup,” she chirps, trying to pretend her cheeks aren’t flushed with arousal. “I’m great!”
Hale shakes his head before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Well, now that we’re all up here and it’s clear there’s only one bed in this house, I think it’s time we had thattalk.”
