Summer of Frost (Forever Fae #3)(27)
When I was done exploring, Drake was waiting for me and pulled out a chair for me to sit in at the table. “Thank you,” I said as I sat down. The food smelled amazing and I couldn’t wait to devour it. “How old were you when you decided to have your own place? I don’t remember you ever telling me in our dreams.”
He rubbed his chin in concentration and leaned back casually in his chair. “If I’m not mistaken, I was seventeen when I came to stay out here. My sisters used to drive me crazy, especially Calista.”
I smiled thinking about how my brothers probably got annoyed with me, too. “Out of all your sisters, who do you mostly relate to?”
“That’s easy … Ariella. Now that she’s older she’s grown on me. I’ve never seen anyone fluster my warriors like she does, and for some crazy reason she always knows what I’m thinking. I’m starting to think she should’ve been my twin instead of Calista.”
“You have a lovely family. I adore Meliantha. I felt bad for pushing Kalen to be with Breena after that horrible mess with the dark sorcerer. I didn’t realize my friend was a traitorous whore,” I added vehemently.
“Hey,” he said, reaching over to grab my hand. “You didn’t know, okay? No one blames you for what happened, and Kalen made his own choice to get involved with Breena.” He paused for a second and looked around the room. “Do you want some wine? It’ll probably make your shoulder feel better.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I smiled and said, “That would be wonderful. I could really use it right now.”
Drake left to fetch two glasses and a bottle of the most precious substance in all of the Land of the Fae … faerie wine. Once the bubbly, blue substance landed in my glass I took it and downed it in one gulp. “Be careful, Sorcha. I don’t want you getting drunk and taking advantage of me.”
“I think you got that backward, genius. Besides, why do I get the feeling you’d like that?”
He smirked seductively and shrugged his shoulder. We ate in silence, staring at each other the whole time. His mouth moved gracefully as he chewed his food, and I sat there mesmerized. Having him in my dreams was one thing, but being with him in person was another. Drake cleaned our empty plates off the table and took my hand, lifting me up. We walked down the hallway, hand in hand, until we reached his bedroom door.
When he opened it, I was amazed to see an elegant yet masculine set up. Everything was laid out in blues and gold. Blue was his favorite color and also the one color he loved seeing me in. Running my hands along his bed, I got a sudden jolt of jealousy thinking he’d probably had numerous women in that very room.
“How many women have you had in here?” I asked bluntly.
Drake came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “None,” he answered gruffly in my ear. “Only you.”
“You expect me to believe that?” I replied, turning around to face him.
“It’s the truth,” he admitted. “I’ve had other women, just like you have had other men, but never in this room, never in my personal space.”
Curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to ask the question I was too scared to ask him before, for fear of the answer. “Were you seeing someone during the time of our dreams?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I stood my ground and kept eye contact, determined to take the answer with dignity. Thankfully, after only a few seconds he shook his head. “No, I was not seeing anyone. Once I met you I couldn’t think of anyone else, and once the dreams started …”
Releasing my held breath, I smiled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“What about you?” Drake asked darkly. I could hear the jealousy in his tone because I knew what he was asking. “Weren’t you seeing Alston at the time? You never dreamed about me with him in your bed did you?”
“No!” I shrieked. “The night of the Winter Ball was when I called it off with him. I knew then that my heart was taken even if I didn’t want to admit it.”
Drake smiled and ran his hands through my hair. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I want to make love to you tonight.”
His words made my heart stop in my chest, and my core to clench with need. I wanted him too, but there could be consequences to our actions if we sealed our bond. “We don’t know if I’ll be able to open the magic box to get the scroll out, Drake. I want to feel you inside me more than anything, but I have to know that my pure blood will get that scroll out.”
He nodded, but there was a gleam in his eye. “I know, and I understand, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves together and finish what we started in our dreams?”
Smiling devilishly at him, I no longer wanted to waste time and began to take off my clothes. “You are one sneaky bastard, Drake.”
Once my clothes were discarded, I helped Drake loosen his. I ran my hands over his warm skin while he did the same to me, the sound of our labored breathing the only noise in the room. In one quick move, he lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He kissed me fiercely, trailing his hand down my cheek, down my neck, until he settled on my breast. His thumb padded over my nipple, making it hard and puckered while he massaged my breast. He groaned deep in his chest and moved down to lick my sensitive breast, sucking generously … tenderly. Arching my back, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer before settling me back down. My core was wet and ready for the taking, but I knew we couldn’t finish.