Page 48 of Black Onyx
“If you carry on looking at me like that, Little Warrior, I’m going to be tempted take you right fucking here, and I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” His voice is a gravelly purr in my ear, and I couldn’t stop my sharp inhale or the shivers that cascade down my spine if I fucking tried.
My reaction to him is why I speak without a filter, “I think you’d find me more ready than you’d assume, but we do have to get going, and if I ever get the chance to climb you like a fucking tree, I want more than a quickie.”
He groans as his arm tightens around me and brings me closer, holding me flush against his taught body and extremely hard dick. Fuck me sideways; it's huge.
“Naughty,” he chastises mildly, “you distracted me. I actually wanted to say that I know there are things that you haven’t shared,” he pauses as I stiffen in his arms, “let me finish, I know there are things that have caused you a great deal of pain, and if you ever want to talk about it I’m here. Whatever you tell me will not go beyond us two. I have a feeling that we may have more in common than you think.”
He leans back slightly, searching my eyes. Although his offer terrifies me, I understand the sentiment behind it, and I nod my head.
“I can’t promise I will ever take you up on that, I think some things are better left in the past, but if I’m ever ready, it’s you who I’ll talk to, thank you.”
“I understand.” He replies, and surprisingly he really looks like he means that. In another move that shocks me, I’m sensing a theme today, he leans towards me again and gently kisses my cheek, causing tingles to erupt on my cheek, and I resist the urge to touch it. “I wanted you to know that I’m here for you if you need me.”
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Alright, let's get going!” Storm barks out, but he seems to be sticking to the request the guys made of us last night and is keeping the snarky comments to himself.
I was so wrapped up in Reaper that everything outside the two of us completely disappeared. He smirks as my cheeks pinken, and I step back from him, not quite able to hide the awkwardness I feel. Rival hands me the backpack, and we all make our way out of the apartment so that the guys can stock up on their weapons. I pretend to ignore the curious looks that dart between Reaper and me as he walks as close to me as possible without actually touching me.
I can’t help but search out Killian, though. For a long time, it was just him and me; even though we only saw each other sporadically, and I’m sure we each had other romantic encounters, it was never in front of one another. Although this wasn’t romantic, at least not obviously, and we haven’t committed to each other, something just urges me to check in with him. I think it’s most likely because of my own confusion. I’m starting to feel things for the others that I have only really felt with him. More than just need, actually feelings, and I have no idea how to deal with that.
I just know that I absolutely can’t lose Killian; he’s my rock, and there is no way that I would’ve survived the last goddess knows how many years without him, even though I couldn’t get to him in the last three, he was still with me in my thoughts urging me not to give up.
When my eyes land on him, he’s already looking at me with a soft expression. He reaches for me, his tail as usual wrapping around my thigh as he lets the guys move ahead slightly as he tucks me under his arm and kisses the top of my head.
“It’s still you and me forever, Darling. Nothing will change between us even when you choose to add more into your life.”
His words reassure me and yet confuse me all at the same time, but before I can question him, we reach the armoury, and I move off to the side as they all add weapons. It confuses me for a second when Killian picks out a few, too, until I remember that I pretty much kidnapped him to bring him here, and he hasn’t gone back yet. I can guarantee that he still has more weapons on him than most people would, but he also has a habit of acquiring weapons from other places, too, so I’m reasonably certain he’s just adding to his collection now, and the school will never see the weapons he chooses again.
It takes no time at all for them to gather the weapons they want, and I follow them as they take the lead through a side door in the castle and across the gardens towards the stables.
I have a feeling I’m going to regret not coming to see Revel sooner.
“What the fuck is that?” Loki asks as we get near enough to the stables to hear the racket one of them is making. Snorting, whinnying, stomping and from the sounds of it kicking something and winding the other horses up at the same time.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this might be down to Revel, but I’m holding out hope he’s behaved until I get confirmation he hasn’t.
We get to the door of the stables and are met by a harried looking stable hand.
“What’s going on?” Storm asks.
“One of the horses that arrived a few days ago is kicking up a fuss. No one can get near him, he’s bitten several people, and even our Fae stable hands that have gifts with horses can’t get near him.” He explains over the racket, “he’s been like this since he arrived, and it’s starting to drive us all mad now.” He adds, leading us further into the stables where the noise gets louder, the other horses joining in. “We wanted to move him away from the others, but he’s too dangerous.”
“Fucking hell, he’s proper going for it,” Rival says, shocked as the angry noises continue.
“For fuck sake,” I mutter, earning a questioning look from Reaper and Killian. “Cover your ears.”
Surprisingly they listen to me, and both put their hands over their ears. Loki sees them, looks at me and instantly does the same without question, making me smirk. I raise my fingers to my lips and whistle shrilly, walking forward and towards the stall at the end where the noise is coming from and where I am absolutely certain Revel is housed and being a bugger.
Storm whips around to chastise me before he realises that everything’s gone quiet.
I smirk, “Alright, you big baby, I’m here now. Stop with the damn racket.”
All I get in return in the now silent stables is a snort which brings a smile to my face. I ignore everyone as I get to his stall and reach out to unlatch the door.
“Erm, miss, I don’t know how you got him to settle, but I wouldn’t let him out if I were you.” The stable hand warns, a nervous edge to his voice.
“Don’t worry. He won’t hurt anyone now. He’s pissed at me.” I chuckle.
