Get Used to Me
*Rowan*
That was nothing like what I thought it would be like.
It was a million times better.
Hezzlie’s hair fans out over my chest and across her pillow. She’s still breathing heavily, but her eyes are closed, and her hand is pressed to my neck near where she marked me. I want to cover up the spot on her body where I sunk my teeth into her, too, but I can’t move at the moment, not without disturbing her, and I don’t want to do that.
I just want to inhale her scent and let this calming feeling continue to wash over me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before, like this is where I belong, like nothing else matters.
Of course, within a few minutes, my mind-link starts going crazy again with messages about what’s going on across the front lines. I was able to suppress it while I was making love to my mate, but it’s harder now that I’m still.
The hum of battle throbs deep within me, and I want to get back out there onto the battlefield again. The blood I taste in my mouth now is sweet because it came from my mate. I want to rip someone’s throat out again and taste that metallic flavor that means certain death to Darksky’s people.
But I also want to lie here with Hezzlie on my chest and enjoy the feel of her soft, warm body splayed across mine.
I also want to ask her about her powers. Is she strong enough to get us inside the rooms below the castle? Can she help us fight off her father when he inevitably attacks? If it was just her that was here, he might hold off, but her brother is here, too.
Her brother is my sister’s mate.
I don’t like that, but I can’t do anything about it. They’ve marked one another, and he clearly loves her very much to give up the possibility of taking over his father’s throne and being king one day.
The other girl seems to be the daughter of an ambassador, which makes me wonder if I’ll have trouble from another kingdom soon enough as well.
“What are you thinking about?” Hezzlie’s voice is raspy, and she doesn’t even lift her head to look at me.
“A lot,” I admit, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. I pull the blanket up around her and hold her a bit tighter. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m wondering if you will be nicer to me now,” she admits. Now, she raises her head and looks into my eyes. “You’re usually such an asshole.”
I chuckle and smooth a hand over her cheek. She’s not wrong. “I will try to be,” I promise her. “I’m sorry, Hezzlie, and that’s not something I say often. I knew I couldn’t keep you, so I was doing my best to keep you at arm’s length.”
“But you could’ve kept me,” she argues, lifting her chin enough to place her hand beneath it. “You could’ve confided in me about the problem with your sister, and maybe I could’ve helped.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. How would you have helped?”
She lets out a sigh and lifts her other hand, holding it out in front of me. In an instant, a soft yellow ball begins to glow in her palm. I pull back as far as I can in shock and awe. She closes her hand, and the light extinguishes. “LIke that.” She tucks that hand under her chin, too.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I argue, keeping my tone light. I don’t like to be wrong, and my mind is starting to tell me that there’s a chance I am this time.
“You didn’t ask,” she says with a sly smile. “I didn’t know I could either, but if you would’ve looked into the witch situation before I left, then maybe we could’ve figured it out together.”
I clear my throat. She’s not wrong. “Noted.”
Her grin widens. “You’re not used to people telling you that you could’ve done something differently, are you?”
“Not even a little bit,” I admit.
“Sorry–not sorry.” She shrugs. “I’m your mate. You marked me. And I’m a witch. You’ve gotta listen to me, or I’ll electrocute you.”
“Is that so?” I hear the flirty tone in her voice and feel my cock starting to harden again.
“Oh, that’s so.” She leans up and kisses me, and I place my hand on the back of her head to hold her close so that she can’t get away. I don’t want her to ever get away again, no matter what.
I press Hezzlie to open her mouth, and she does. I tap my tongue against hers and slide my hand down her side, my thumb gliding over her nipple, and it hardens beneath my touch. She lets out a moan that has me rolling toward her, pulling her further onto my chest. The feel of her fingers gliding over my chest and down to my abdomen has me even more excited than before. I’m ready to go again.
Until Dean’s voice sounds in my head. ‘You might want to get over here soon, Alpha. I just got word that they’re sending more forces in our direction. Looks like Darksky wants to tangle after all.’
I release her lips and mutter, “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s what I was hoping for,” she whispers.
“Me, too,” I admit. “But I need to go.”
She leans back, her bottom lip protruding. “You do?”
Nodding, I wiggle away a bit to put some distance between us. “I’m sorry. He says a wave of attackers is coming our way. I need to get out there.”
“Let me come with you.” She sits up, pulling the sheet around her chest as I find my boxers. She watches my every move, and I let her, appreciating the weight of her gaze on my body.
“You’re exhausted,” I remind her. “You collapsed.”
“I feel better now.” She slides to the edge of the bed.
Shaking my head, I tell her, “Not yet, baby. I’m sure I wore you out again. If I didn’t, I didn’t do my job. Next time.”
She takes a deep breath and blows it out, and I know that she won’t keep arguing. “Okay. Just be careful of that asshole Zeb. I fucking hate him.”
I’m in the middle of putting on my pants when I look up at her. “Who is that?”
“He’s one of my father’s henchmen. I blasted him on the way out of there, but I don’t think he liked it very much. You know? The fucker with the scar on his face?”
I freeze. “Oh, yes. HIm. I know him very well.”
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