Page 65 of Quest for her Knights
“Yes.” I nod quickly, ready to get out of this testosterone-filled room.
He places a hand on my lower back, and we follow Blaze out of the room with Arrow and Draven behind us.
“Goodnight, princess,” I hear the Elderwood lords’ call as we head into the hall.
“Goodnight,” I call back, not wanting to be disrespectful, but not wanting to stop for a proper goodnight either. I’m also worried that they would think that includes a goodnight kiss, and that was not something I was ready for… from them.
The five of us walk silently through the halls, down the stairs and out a back door. The guest house is nicer than any I’ve seen, but once we get inside, I realize how ordinary it is compared to the main house. But I don’t mind. This is still much nicer than my apartment back in my old world.
I take a peek through all the doors to find that it has two bedrooms and a bathroom. Both rooms are decent sizes with large beds. I guess if it's the norm for women here to marry multiple men, then it makes sense the guest house would be built to accommodate them.
“We’ll go get your things,” Draven says as he and Arrow exit the house. I drop down on the couch, lean back and let out a breath of relief at finally being able to relax.
“Are you okay, darling?” Blaze asks as he takes a seat at my side. The nickname stirs something inside me, and I find myself feeling disappointed. Not in how that felt, but how it makes me realize that none of my interactions with the lords, however pleasant, made me feel that same thing.
It’s almost as if there’s something inside me reaching out toward Blaze, and the other three knights, wanting them as close as possible.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I finally answer.
“How did it go today?”
“Better than the last two places we visited.”
“So you like them, then?” he asks. Does he sound disappointed? Do I want him to sound disappointed?
“They seem nice,” I say with a shrug.
“They touch you too much,” Ranger says abruptly, pacing the room slowly.
“They touched you?” Blaze asks, eyes wide.
“Especially Jeremiah. He needs to learn to keep his hands to himself.”
I frown as I watch Ranger pace. So… he did notice all the touches. Is he mad at me? Maybe he’s jealous.
I shake my head. No. Maybe if this were Arrow or Blaze, but not Ranger. He doesn’t see me like that.
I glance back at Blaze and see him frowning at Ranger too, like he doesn’t understand his behavior either.
“Ranger? Are you mad at me?”
That gives him pause, mid-step. His head pivots and he studies me, brows furrowed.
“Mad at you? No. Of course not.”
“You’re not mad I let him touch me?”
His jaw clenches, working like he’s holding something back. Finally, he takes two strides toward me and drops to one knee in front of me, bringing us eye level.
“Did you want him to touch you?” he asks, his piercing blue eyes burrowing into mine.
I shrug. At the time, I felt something… but I don’t know that I actually liked it.
I think back to the first time each of the knights touched me, and the way it made me feel. It was like my body was yearning for theirs.
Hells bells. I sound like a romantic fool.
But I can’t deny that the instant connection I had with each of the knights feels nothing like what I feel with the lords.
