Page 51 of Lost
“Pixie,” I reply. “I never know if she’s going to want to cuddle or scratch my face off. I like to call it living dangerously.”
“We need to discuss your ideas of a good time,” he grunts, making me laugh.
Gorgeous, he hums through the bond. I don’t think he realizes how open he is through it, but I really like it. Stopping at a door, he opens it slowly and turns the dimmer switch up.
I’m noticing these switches are everywhere, and wonder why. This is typically something that omegas have for their sensitive eyes. Does he get overstimulated?
“Pixie,” I call out, taking a slow step into the room.
A loud yowl explodes in the room and she attacks my feet viciously.
“No!” Tyde yells, leaning down and swatting her nose. “Be nice to her. It wasn’t her fault you were put in here. I fucking hate your entire species. Don’t fucking test me, little girl.”
Damn. My perfume fills the room as I squeeze my thighs together and scoop my sour patch cat up into my arms.
“Are you going to be nice now that you got yelled at for hurting me?” I croon to her.
She practically pouts before head butting me and allowing me to cuddle her.
“You’re the biggest pain in the ass,” I sigh, looking down at my bleeding feet.
“What the hell, Nova,” Tyde breathes, lifting me into his arms effortlessly. My head drops onto his shoulder as I pet Pixie, smiling a private smile as he walks quickly to the bathroom to clean my feet. “Does this happen often?”
“You yelling at my cat? I don’t know,” I giggle. “You tell me.”
“Baby, if she hurts you, she’ll definitely be answering to me,” he growls.
Pixie pokes her head up and her pupils widen like a demon kitty as Tyde places me on the counter and pulls out the first aid kit.
“Don’t play with me,” Tyde says, already cleaning my bleeding feet with antiseptic wipes. “You already hurt your mom, I won’t be so nice next time.”
He’s adorable. Pixie lets me pet her as Tyde looks at my demon child’s damage. She dug her nails into me because she was pissed, but I did notice that there was food and water in the room. She wasn’t mistreated. Pixie just dislikes being in a new place and trapped.
I don’t entirely blame her, but this cat holds a grudge.
“The bandages will keep you from getting blood on the floor,” he murmurs. When Tyde pulls a pair of socks randomly out of his pocket, I blink owlishly as he pulls them onto my feet. “I shoved them into my pocket and forgot about them. I remember I thought about you getting cold though.”
“Thank you,” I breathe. “That’s really sweet.”
“Only for you,” he murmurs, lifting me off the counter. My feet barely brush the ground before his long fingers push my chin to look up at him. Pixie shifts in my arms but also watches Tyde. “Feel free to explore the house, Nova, while I go find your phone. Do you need anything else from the van?”
“Maybe some clothes,” I say with a smirk. I can feel slick sliding down my inner thighs because while I’m wearing a sweatshirt, I’m going commando.
“You look really good in my hoody, baby. I’ll grab whatever I can find out of the van though. Caleb left me the keys,” he says, his thumb rubbing against my cheeks before forcing himself to step back. “I’ll be back.”
Tyde walks away as I pull in a breath, and a part of me wants to ask him to come back. Do I really need anything from my van that badly? Sighing, I put Pixie down since she’s squirming, a sure sign that she’s done being held.
“Don’t get into trouble,” I hiss, glaring at her as she trots off. Shaking my head, I walk out of the bathroom with warmer feet, deciding to look around.
The walls have pretty wallpaper without being outdated, and the crown molding manages to make the pretty green curtains pop. The tile is less cold now that my feet are protected, allowing me to snoop around the house.
I see a sunny day room with a piano that makes my fingers ache with phantom pain, and a beautiful garden beyond it. Snow is covering most of it but I bet it’s stunning in the spring. Room after room speaks of opulence and beauty, but it still doesn’t feel pretentious.
Stepping into his kitchen makes me grin because it’s gorgeous. His espresso machine is sleek and makes me think of the yummy drinks it makes. There are days that I live off caffeine at births. Sometimes it’s coffee and others loose leaf tea I prepare and keep with me while I’m with a mom to be. It all depends on what I’m in the mood for.
“Nova?” Tyde calls out, and I turn to pad through the house to find him.
Coming,I say through the bond so I don’t have to yell.
