Page 19 of Triple Pucked
I’m held and safe in D’Angelo’s strength. It’s a dominance that supports and never tears down.
“Almost there.” D’Angelo beckons to me with a glint in his eye that makes me blink and begin to question all my life choices.
“This isn’t a dungeon, right?” I stumble after him. “A panic room? A secret closet to display the heads of your defeated NHL rivals?”
D’Angelo levels me with a stare. “Darker guesses than I was imagining.”
“You’re rubbing off on me.”
“Not now. Maybe later,”
He stops in front of a high oak door.
He smiles, soft and with a hint of vulnerability. “This room is for Eden and you.”
He pushes open the door and steps inside.
My heart beats, as I follow him.
Eden and me…?
Now, I’m imagining that I’m going to be bowled over by mewling kittens…or possibly squirrels.
“Shit.” I gasp, twirling.
I look around myself in amazement at the most astounding library that I’ve ever seen.
Sunlight streams through floor to ceiling arched windows over floors that are painted like tumbling pages. The windows themselves frame the beautiful view outside to the forest garden like illustrated pictures from a fairy tale.
The ceiling is high and vaulted.
Alcoves that run the length of the room and reach all the way to the ceiling are filled with colorful books.
A spiral staircase, which looks magical enough to have been made by fae, leads up to a second floor of books.
I stare around myself in wonder.
D’Angelo is as ethereally beautiful as a fae.
This place is incredible.
And now, it’s mine.
“Did you really build this for me?” I whisper, overwhelmed.
A circular nook has been created at the back of the room complete with piles of golden, velvet cushions and soft blankets in the midst of the books.
It’s an omega’s nest.
D’Angelo swaggers to lie on the nook like a fallen angel in shirt sleeves. Sunlight catches on his sharp cheekbones and gleaming black curls.
“I thought that Eden could come and spend your book club evenings here.” D’Angelo spins a cushion between his hands. “Although, I’m mostly certain that’s your secret code for wild, intense sex. It’s always the quiet ones.”
He’s half right.
Eden and I do choose and read a book together every month.Then we have wild, intense sex.
I wander through the rows of books in awe, running my fingers along their spines. “This is an omegaverse section. You may even wring a smile from Eden, when he sees that you’ve sorted this library by genre. This must have taken you days to work out.”
