Page 82 of The Book Reader
Gaelan leans closer to me, tilting me back slightly, pulling his hips back and thrusting forward, making me whimper. He does it again, repeatedly, each time harder, stroking all the parts that drive me crazy. He growls in my ear, the sound of our breathless pants and bodies slapping together, echoes throughout the room.
“Rose, Ari, fuck.”
I tilt my head to the side and moan, “Bite me, Gaelan.”
He turns his head and bites into my skin. My hand comes up to hold him in place, wanting him to drink from me, wanting to feel what it feels like. “Harder, Gaelan.”
He moans but pulls back from my neck to look at me, his eyes flashing bright blue. I see something cross his face, but I only have a second to think about it as my orgasm hits me, my body bucking closer to his. After a few more hard thrusts, I feel his cock throb in my pussy as he comes deep inside of me, and we both moan at the feel of it. Panting, Gaelan kisses me softly as he pulls his still hard cock from my body.
“You need to always interrupt my meeting like this, my Rose.” He grins at me before shimmering our clothes back on.
“Your team is going to hate me if I keep doing that.”
“I’ll kill any that complain,” he chuckles darkly. “What did you want to show me?”
“Some letters and diaries from last ‘me.’ A lot of them.” I pull from his arms, walking over to where I dropped them, and pick them up. “I talk about Tate, Macy, and the Blood Bringer.” Gaelan sits on the edge of his desk, now staring at me. I walk over to him. “Oh, and I also gave the chef the night off; I’m cooking tonight.”
“You’re cooking? Can you cook?” His lips quirk up at the side, and I can see him trying not to laugh.
“Yes, I can cook, I’m actually an excellent cook, thank you,” I retort.
“If I get sick, I won’t be able to fuck you again later,” he points out, causing me to lightly hit his shoulder.
I roll my eyes. “You won’t get sick.”
He pulls me close, hugging me to his body. It’s funny how natural this all feels, how it feels like we’ve always been together. I guess, in a way, we kind of have. “I thought we could cook together?”
Gaelan kisses my cheek. “That sounds like a good idea, I can cook, so we won’t get sick,” he laughs. I playfully hit him as he rushes out the door. Laughing, I chase after him toward the kitchen.
Gaelan’s kitchen is enormous;I think it’s about the same size as my house's top floor. The walls are made of dark blue stone, just like the rest of the castle. The modern kitchen features white and gold marble countertops, aswell aswhite cabinetsthathave glass fronts that illuminate when opened. There’s also a large kitchen island that runs down the middle, with chairs arranged around it.
I’m currently sitting at the island with a glass of wine, watching Gaelan trying to find a pan for the steak we’re going to have for dinner. I don’t think he’s even been in here before, let alone cooked.
“Do you want me to help you?” I smirk behind my wine glass.
“No, my Rose, you relax.” He pulls open another cabinet, and inside are canned goods. He growls, making me chuckle.
“I said I was going to cook for you. How about we do it together?”
“I just need the pan, and it will be fine,” he grumbles as he turns to look at me. “You can make dessert.”
“If you can find the pan.” I laugh, and Gaelan raises his eyebrow at me, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. He’s just fucked me in his office; you’d think he would need some time to recover.
“Stop looking at me like that, Rose, or the only thing you’ll be eating is my cock.”
His words make me whimper.
This man.
“Tell me what it said in the diary you found,” he says, opening what looks like a proofing oven. He shuts it and tries the other side of the kitchen.
“You didn’t tell me Macy was Tate’s daughter?”
He stops looking and turns to me. “You have a lot going on with finding the book. I didn’t want to worry you or scare you with that fact.”
“I’m worried and scared anyway.” I pull in a shaky breath and play with the ring on my finger. I feel Gaelan at my back, and his arms wrap around me. “Macy is one of Tate’s many children, a Princess of Hell as she and her siblings like to be known as. No one really knows how many children he has—he mates with human females, then he kills the women and keeps the children. Macy is one of his firstborn, his favorite.”
“Great, the devil’s favorite daughter is coming after me,again.” I roll my head back to rest on his chest. “What kind of powers does she have?”
