kind of needed to. “Can you read unfiltered thoughts yet?”
“ On demand, do you mean?”
“ Yeah. I . . . I know you could do it randomly for a few days after the coronation, but, has that changed?”
The birds outside sang a song to fill the silence, and the gentle breeze moved the still air. David took a slow breath, his eyes switching from thought to humour and back again. “Yes.”
“ Yes, what?”
“ Yes. I can read unguarded, un-projected thoughts again, but—” he said, but ended it there.
“ But?”
“ But . . . not always, and . . . it’s only yours so far.”
“ Mine?” I sat up a little more, balancing the cup in hand so as not to spill the contents. “Why only mine? Am I weak?”
“ Is Emily weak?” He grinned. “I can read hers.”
Hmpf. I turned my head quickly and sipped my coffee, focusing on the liquid.
He just laughed. “I love your jealousy.”
I half smiled into my cup. I knew what he meant, because I loved his jealousy too—the way any mention of Jason made his blood change temperature. “Can you read Jason’s mind?”
He cleared his throat, sitting back a little. “No.”
“ Can he still read yours?”
The conversation had clearly gone sour. “Yes.”
My smile widened. “I love your jealousy.”
“ I, My Queen, do not need to be jealous of my brother.” He took my cup and pushed me gently backward on the bed, a playful grin sweeping the anger from his eyes. “I have you. I married you, and I will never need to play against him for your heart.”
I touched his face, looking from his lips to his eyes. So many words came to my tongue, ready to roll off, tell him how right he was, but that sinking feeling—the one like I’d forgotten a child in the car on a hot day at a supermarket—roiled up inside me. My eyes became smaller, focusing on it. I’d forgotten something. I just knew it. And whatever it was, I needed to remember, because whatever it was, I was sure now, had something to do with Jase.
“ Where do you go?” he said with wonder, his eyes searching my face. “I wish I could read your mind as easily as I used to. I miss knowing everything you're wondering and dreaming.”
I let my legs fall softly apart as his weight came down to rest between them. “I miss it, too. Miss everything about being human.”
“ Really?” He looked at my lips, his lovely dimple pressing into his cheek. “Because I can think of one thing you don't miss.”
“ What’s that?”
“ This.” He rolled the tip of his thumb past his index finger, tearing it open, and wiped the warm, sweet liquid across my lips.
My tongue moved involuntarily, stealing the blood for itself, sending it down to the back of my throat. And that was it. I had to have more.
David laughed as I rolled up and flipped him onto his back, landing on his hips like a cowgirl. “You’re right. I miss being human. I miss the sweetness, the, I don't know, the innocence of our love back then, but I like this much better,” I said, driving my pelvis down hard on his…zipper. “And you do realise I'm so hungry right now I could drain you dry?”
“ Go ahead, succubus.” He grinned. “And I’ll flip you over after and take it all back.”
“ Is that a threat or a promise?”
I squealed, suddenly moving through the air, landing on my back with the pillows rising up around my ears, and David's jeans scraping roughly against my bare upper thighs. “It’s a promise.”
“ Then, in that case—” I thumbed a button undone on his shirt and traced my finger down his flesh from his throat to his sternum. “Come closer so I can bite you.”
Chapter Three
I came over the hill, the midday sun bright and yellow above me, glaring in my eyes enough that as I set my gaze down on the basketball court, I could swear I saw Mike holding a child up to the hoop.
“ Mike.”
He bent down, then tossed his hand in the air, waving it once. “Hey, Ara.”
“ Hey, what you do—”
“
“ On demand, do you mean?”
“ Yeah. I . . . I know you could do it randomly for a few days after the coronation, but, has that changed?”
The birds outside sang a song to fill the silence, and the gentle breeze moved the still air. David took a slow breath, his eyes switching from thought to humour and back again. “Yes.”
“ Yes, what?”
“ Yes. I can read unguarded, un-projected thoughts again, but—” he said, but ended it there.
“ But?”
“ But . . . not always, and . . . it’s only yours so far.”
“ Mine?” I sat up a little more, balancing the cup in hand so as not to spill the contents. “Why only mine? Am I weak?”
“ Is Emily weak?” He grinned. “I can read hers.”
Hmpf. I turned my head quickly and sipped my coffee, focusing on the liquid.
He just laughed. “I love your jealousy.”
I half smiled into my cup. I knew what he meant, because I loved his jealousy too—the way any mention of Jason made his blood change temperature. “Can you read Jason’s mind?”
He cleared his throat, sitting back a little. “No.”
“ Can he still read yours?”
The conversation had clearly gone sour. “Yes.”
My smile widened. “I love your jealousy.”
“ I, My Queen, do not need to be jealous of my brother.” He took my cup and pushed me gently backward on the bed, a playful grin sweeping the anger from his eyes. “I have you. I married you, and I will never need to play against him for your heart.”
I touched his face, looking from his lips to his eyes. So many words came to my tongue, ready to roll off, tell him how right he was, but that sinking feeling—the one like I’d forgotten a child in the car on a hot day at a supermarket—roiled up inside me. My eyes became smaller, focusing on it. I’d forgotten something. I just knew it. And whatever it was, I needed to remember, because whatever it was, I was sure now, had something to do with Jase.
“ Where do you go?” he said with wonder, his eyes searching my face. “I wish I could read your mind as easily as I used to. I miss knowing everything you're wondering and dreaming.”
I let my legs fall softly apart as his weight came down to rest between them. “I miss it, too. Miss everything about being human.”
“ Really?” He looked at my lips, his lovely dimple pressing into his cheek. “Because I can think of one thing you don't miss.”
“ What’s that?”
“ This.” He rolled the tip of his thumb past his index finger, tearing it open, and wiped the warm, sweet liquid across my lips.
My tongue moved involuntarily, stealing the blood for itself, sending it down to the back of my throat. And that was it. I had to have more.
David laughed as I rolled up and flipped him onto his back, landing on his hips like a cowgirl. “You’re right. I miss being human. I miss the sweetness, the, I don't know, the innocence of our love back then, but I like this much better,” I said, driving my pelvis down hard on his…zipper. “And you do realise I'm so hungry right now I could drain you dry?”
“ Go ahead, succubus.” He grinned. “And I’ll flip you over after and take it all back.”
“ Is that a threat or a promise?”
I squealed, suddenly moving through the air, landing on my back with the pillows rising up around my ears, and David's jeans scraping roughly against my bare upper thighs. “It’s a promise.”
“ Then, in that case—” I thumbed a button undone on his shirt and traced my finger down his flesh from his throat to his sternum. “Come closer so I can bite you.”
Chapter Three
I came over the hill, the midday sun bright and yellow above me, glaring in my eyes enough that as I set my gaze down on the basketball court, I could swear I saw Mike holding a child up to the hoop.
“ Mike.”
He bent down, then tossed his hand in the air, waving it once. “Hey, Ara.”
“ Hey, what you do—”
“
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