mean?"
"Sweetheart."
Warmth skated through me, and for the first time since my mother died, I felt like someone really cared about me. It both scared me and thrilled me. I already liked Lynk and the longer I spent with him, the more likely those light, early feelings would turn to much more than that.
The worry that plagued my mind immediately after telling him about my uncle was that I wasn't sure if I was completely out of danger in that regard. Just because my uncle hadn't sent for me in the last ten months, hadn't sent any assassins to take me out either, didn't mean that eventually he wouldn't remember where I was and decide to have me killed. Or, perhaps, there was always the possibility that I might be called back to take over my rightful place in court and Lynk wouldn't be welcome there. Weres were right up there with humans in the fairy way of thinking, not at all interesting and usually stupid. I didn't agree with that at all. The humans I'd met since my banishment were kind and friendly. Fairies were just snobs.
I shook free my thoughts of my past catching up to me and Lynk caught in the crosshairs, and concentrated on the gorgeous man leading me back to the bathroom. He pulled my top off quickly and met my mouth with his own in a hungry, seeking kiss. All rational thought went flying out of my mind as I managed to turn on the water without breaking our kiss. We kissed and touched until we were clean and the water began to cool. Picking me up in his arms, he stepped over the edge of the tub and put me on my feet in front of the sink. He bent me over the counter with gentle pressure on my shoulder and thrust into me, trailing kisses across my back as he drove us both to ecstasy. By the time we came down from orbit, we were mostly dry and deliciously tired.
As he carried me into the bedroom, I remembered that he wanted to call his family. I reminded him, and he laid me down on the bed and took my cell from the side table. I scrambled under the thick mound of covers and he joined me, talking quickly to his father and explaining that he met someone and lost track of time.
“I’ll be bringing her home for dinner tonight, Dad. I don’t know, later on this afternoon I suppose. Okay. Tell Mom I’m sorry for worrying her.” He hung up and put the phone on the table and slid next to me.
“Is that your car next to the cabin?” He nipped small kisses down my neck.
“Yes.” I hissed as he moved across my shoulder slowly.
“I want you to meet my family, Shaylee, so I’d like to take you home to my den tonight. We can have dinner with them, and we can stay in my tent.”
“Tent?” I let out a slow moan as he swirled his tongue around one nipple before tugging it between his teeth.
“Yeah, the den is underground and everyone has a tent. I share my tent with my brother Tavian, but he can sleep somewhere else tonight.”
He lavished the same attention to my other nipple and I ran my fingers through his hair until he slid down my stomach under the blanket and parted my legs. I couldn’t see him, but it took only a moment before I felt his thumbs part my wet pussy and his tongue slowly stroke against me. I moaned and arched myself against him.
"Lynk," I moaned, pushing at the blankets so I could see him. He moved his hand up and pushed the blankets past his own shoulders, giving me a lovely view of his mouth pressed to my mound.
Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, I felt his fingers press inside me while he suckled my clit, laving the tender bud with firm strokes of his hot tongue. His fingers curved inside me, swiveling and searching, until I groaned when he found that deep, soft as satin place. My belly clenched and my body quaked as my honey leaked around his fingers. The orgasm crashed down on me and I shattered the silence of the cabin with a loud moan of his name as I sat up and shoved him onto his back. He chuckled at my excitement, his eyes glittering, and I straddled his waist and gripped his