Page 31 of Wishing Upon a Monster
“Not as alluring as it was to watch you fall apart on my shadows and my fingers,” I said, making a cloth the way I made my clothes, and carefully cleaning her up.
A baser part of me wanted to keep it as a trophy of what I was able to do for her, but with a flick of my wrist, the cloth disappeared, taking a large portion of her scent with it. Another wave, and I refreshed the fabric of my pants so that she was not resting in a wet spot. I made sure her dress sat on her body correctly, modestly draping the fabric over her lower half again.
She made to move, and I growled, wrapping my arm around her possessively. “I need for you to stay here for the rest of our meal.”
“Still feeling territorial afterthat?” she teased, looking up at me.
I swooped down, our mouths crashing together as I kissed and licked, pulling back only when I felt her relax against my arm. “Yes. I don’t think that willeverchange.”
She stayed loose in my arms while I gave in to the urge to play with her golden locks. She sighed, allowing me to enjoy the silkiness of her hair.
“Should we... talk about what just happened?” she was tentative, reaching for the hand around my waist. I let her have it, giving up my hair play in favor of cuddling her to my frame.
“We do not have to if you wish, but I was serious when I said that I wanted to take care of your needs, all of your needs, sexual or not. The gods woke me up for you,min elskede,and I wish to be your partner in all ways.” I explained, not for the first time, and still not sure she was ready for what all of that entailed.
“I... I want that. I want to try that with you. I just, I don’t do long-term relationships.” She played with my fingers, tracing a raven-colored fingernail.
“Forgive me,” I said, gently kissing her on the temple, “but from what I know, is it that you do not do long-term relationships or that you have not been allowed to have them?”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “You say, ‘forgive me,’ but you don't pull your punches, do you?”
“With such a warrior as yourself? I cannot. You would know if I were.” I rumbled, taking a deep breath of her scent.
She chuckled, but there was no humor in the sound. There was a pause, and then she quietly asked, “Can we try, Olan?”
“We can. I am going to make mistakes,min skat,” I admitted, not enjoying the vulnerability.
“I thought gods didn’t make mistakes,” she sassed.
The urge to bend her over my knee and spank herrøvred made my palm itch. “Perhaps the elder ones do not, but I am not near my one hundredth millennium by any means.”
“Yourone hundredth millennium,”she squeaked.
“Mmm, yes, I am young yet,” I joked.
I heard the approaching footsteps of our waiter. Sitting up straight, I watched as he carried a large serving tray around the booths. Aurora shifted. Looking down, I saw her checking over her clothes.
“You look fine,min skat, I would never share the delight of your body with another man’s eyes,” I assured, stroking a hand down her arm.
Tré walked into the seclusion of our booth, his nostrils flaring, a look of knowing on his face. “Your pasta, as promised,” he said, passing us our plates. Concentrating on my horde, I reached into the pocket realm where I kept some of my valuables. I pulled a bottle of very old Elvin wine from the depths, passing the bottle to Tré.
“Your service is appreciated,”and your silence. The latter was left unsaid but heard nevertheless as he happily slipped the small bottle into his apron.
“I’ll be back to check on you...” he trailed off, looking at me for confirmation.
“That would be fine,” I agreed.
He left with a spring in his step. The bottle gave away its vintage. It was thousands of years old; he could either enjoy the potent wine or sell it for a high price.
“Did you just bribe Tré because he––”
“––could smell how well I took care of you? Yes, I did.” I took my fork and twirled my pasta.
Aurora put her face in her hands and groaned, “Caneveryonehere tell how you took care of me?”
“Fae have especially attuned senses. The average supernatural probably can’t pinpoint the scent and won’t be able to tell it is you specifically. I promise,min skat, we are not the only diners to ever indulge in dessert before dinner.” I took a bite of my meal, enjoying how the simple sauce burst with flavor on my tongue. I made a sound of surprised pleasure.
“That’s why it’s my favorite,” she said, reaching for her fork.
