Page 26 of Wishing Upon a Monster
That statement made me feel a little off, like I was annoyed he hadn’t asked me.Why would it matter who he went to for help? He had to occupy himself while I worked somehow.
I was thinking so hard, and feeling so much grumpier than I needed to, that I didn’t notice when he reached over and scooped me up. Airborne and feeling feisty, I wriggled in his grip.
“Min guldklump, what is this?”He thought, bringing me up to his chest.
I found what was becoming my favorite spot, snuggled against the crook of his neck. The scent of wet fall days filled my nose, and I sighed.
“I don’t know. I would have gone with you to get a phone. I mean, you can make friends, I like Rocio, and I know you have plenty of gold to tempt her, so it’s not that she’s taking advantageof you, I just...”I didn’t want to be left behind. Why I felt like that with Olan, I didn’t know.
“Aurora,”he said, nuzzling the top of my head,“your world requires me to adapt. I am trying to do that so that I can be the best partner I can be to you. Palmer suggested I get this phone with Rocio because they wish to get in contact with me about signing the treaty. Now that my demands have been met, the lawyers will draw up the paperwork for me to sign. I didn’t want to have to rely on you to communicate when you are going back to work.”
“That makes sense.”I made a frustrated sound and looked up at him.“I don’t know why it bothered me that you… of course you would want to be able to communicate with whomever you want. I’m not trying to limit your autonomy––”
Olan swooped down, his lips crashing into mine. He was completely in control, stalling all of my thoughts as his tongue skimmed along the seam of my lips. I groaned, surrendering to his masterful advances. My hands slid up his neck, enjoying the texture of his cool, soft skin as I traced haphazard patterns there. He pulled me flush against his torso, his hands gripping my thighs. I was never up for any sort of foreplay when I was on my period, and yet I felt needy in Olan's arms, the urge to grind against him to gain some relief overpowering.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, and allowed his head to fall back on the chair. I sat astride him, my hands framing his neck while his flexed on my thighs.“Min søde skat, I apologize. You just say things that make me forget where we are. I want you to care where I go, who I am with.”His hands slid up my thighs to my ass, squeezing the globes hard enough that I felt a zing to my clit. I gave in, grinding against his abs. He let me drop down, the hard tip of his cock pushing against the thick seam of my cargo pants spurring me on to swivel my hips in earnest.
A whinging groan, like a weathervane moaning in thewind, left his deep purple lips, and I gasped, finding a rhythm that was quickly sending me towards orgasm.
“Use me,min skat, to chase your pleasure,”he encouraged, leaning down to nibble along my neck. His sharp teeth scraped lightly along my skin, and with a nip, I exploded. Dazed, I slumped in his arms as small aftershocks zipped through my body.
“What did I just do?”I wondered, feeling less embarrassed about the whole thing than I should.
“Mmm, I think perhaps your hungry littlefisseneeded tending. You trusted me to take care of you.”He nuzzled the top of my head, the pride filtering through with his thoughts.
I thought about that, not sure that my urge was necessarily based on trust, well, not fully. Obviously, my subconscious had no qualms about dry humping a basic stranger. Except we’ve spent almost every waking moment together for the last four days. Could I say he was a stranger? Was I merely justifying my actions?
“You are thinking too hard,min skat. I wanted to pleasure you. Even if your mind has not reconciled that you aremin skat, my treasure, your body has. I will never leave you wanting and needy for my touch. I may travel while you work, but it is you that I will always come back to, you who draws this lust from my being,”he assured.
“So, I was jealous and,”I looked over my shoulder to the slightly open conference room door, “becamean exhibitionist because I am feeling... territorial?”
“It is not... uncommon for the mates of Brøndmands to be fiercely protective. We do grant wishes, and those are precious things. In the wrong hands... My kind could be compelled to grant unimaginable horrors.” He smirked. “Not that I could ever be coerced in such a way. I am very wise––”
Before I thought better of it, I popped Olan on his chestand sucked my teeth at him. “Wise indeed, old man! Since you are so decrepit, that means we are staying in tonight and not going on this mysterious date?”
Olan growled playfully, the sound making me shiver, and not in fear.
Sweet cosmos, my lady bits need to calm the fuck down. What the fuck is this? Or maybe itisthe fuck that’s the problem. I want to progress to the fucking? Maybe not, since it’s a question...
“Aurora,”Olan nuzzled the top of my head, snapping me out of my spiral,“You are thinking too hard again,min skat. Let us depart, you will need to change for our date.”
“Oh, yes. Did you get your well on site?”I asked, trying to stand up.
He wouldn’t have any of it, instead standing with me in his arms. I suppose I should have been concerned about how it looked, an enforcer being carried by an eight-foot-tall obsidian god who...
You know what? Scratch that. That sounded pretty badass to me.I shifted, wrapping my arms more securely around his neck as he carried me to the front.
“Yes, they approved that concession for our use. Apparently, they disliked you driving through the preserve? Something about you being a canned human snack on wheels?” He strode through the lobby, giving Vicki a nod as we passed.
I harrumphed, looking over his shoulder, seeing her giving me two thumbs up as we exited the building, “They worry about the most unnecessary things.”
“I agree,min skat. I know you are a formidable warrior, but it helped us get this.” He gestured to a well that looked pretty similar to the one in my backyard, minus the golden script.
“Before you take me home, what are we doing to necessitatea wardrobe change?” I peered down at the darkness within the well.
“We need to dress you warmly; it is very cold where we are going,” he said before stepping up on the ledge of the well.
Intrigued, I held on tighter as he leapt into the well.
