Protecting Shaylee (The Fae Guard Book 1) (7 page)

I see a small hotel ahead and pull off of the road into the softly lit parking lot. As soon as we left the city, I’d no longer felt the sensation of being stalked. I don’t want Shaylee to know the darkness is practically nipping at her heels. I had to get us the hell out of dodge because I knew it was close. I’m convinced that somehow, a Fallen found out about her before she was marked and they are coming for her. My instincts are telling me that we are safe to stop here for the night. It’s almost one in the morning and it’s been a long day for both of us. The fatigue is catching up with me, and I’m ready to have my girl in my arms and get some sleep.

The hotel is built to look like a long, extended log cabin and when I enter the front office, I chuckle at the cheesy décor. They went a little overboard with the six point buck on the wall, his vacant, black eyes unnerving the guests. The desk is empty, so I ring the little, silver bell and wait for the attendant. A handsome, young man, in his early twenties, comes in through a door in the back and he checks me into a room with one queen bed.
I’m not even going to pretend that wasn’t on purpose.

With the key in hand, I jog back out to the car and pull it around back into the space for room number four. Shaylee still hasn’t moved, so I get out and go around the car to her side. I gently lift her into my arms and carry her to the door. Heat surges through me when she snuggles up close, pressing her breasts into my chest. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, but even as I tell myself that’s why my body’s response to her is so strong, I know that’s not the only reason. Nobody has ever turned me on like Shaylee. My dick is always half-cocked (pun not intended) and ready for action. I open the door to the room and walk to the bed. As I bend to lay her down, her arms tighten around me.

“Don’t leave me, Aden,” her voice is a whisper, and I’m not sure whether she is fully awake and aware of what she is saying. “I missed you so much.”

I feel a pang in my chest, regretting the way that I hurt her. I’m determined to make it up to her, to make her forget, and to only see the future we are going to have together. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I whisper back. She breathes a sigh of relief, and her grip on me lessens as she relaxes back into a deeper sleep. I leave her there for a moment to retrieve our bags, lock up the car, and finally, the hotel room door. At first, I grab her bag to find her a pair of pajamas, and then I think better of it and dig through my stuff to find her a t-shirt. The caveman inside me growls in satisfaction at the thought of her wearing my clothes. Being marked by my scent so that every male we come in contact with will have no doubt who she belongs to.

I strip down to my black boxer briefs and take the shirt over to the bed. I take off her shoes and socks, tossing them in the direction of our luggage, and then I unzip her jeans, slowly sliding them down her endless legs. The site of her sexy, little, black panties have my, already active, libido jumping into overdrive. I close my eyes for a moment and reach for some control. When I open my eyes, I keep them north of that lace-covered nirvana. I slip my arm under her shoulders and quietly encourage her to sit up.

“Come on, baby, sit up so I can get you dressed for bed.” She half opens her eyes and looks at me blearily. Her lids slide shut again, but she puts a little effort into lifting up and raising her arms so that I can tug her shirt off.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Her beautifully round tits are once again encased in a barely-there lace bra. Black this time, to match her panties
.
I give silent thanks that she isn’t awake enough to notice the tent in my underwear. I try to ignore the raging hard-on I’ve developed, knowing I won’t be getting any relief tonight. My right hand travels up her stomach and over her delicious tit and up to her shoulder.
Okay, so I’m not above taking the opportunity to cop a feel when she isn’t awake enough to slap me.

As my eyes travel over her, I notice she’s still got the Tinkerbell charm dangling in her perfect little belly button. I smile at the proof that she never really let go of the fairytales. She just didn’t know how fitting it truly was for her to choose a fairy. Moving her slightly forward, so my hand, on her back, can unhook her skimpy excuse for a bra. I know I’ve tortured myself to the limit, so I pull my t-shirt down over her head and shoulders before slipping her bra off. Once it’s gone, I pull her arms through the sleeves and lay her gently back down. She sighs and turns onto her stomach, sprawling out on the bed. My eyes travel down and that’s when I notice that the back of her panties are missing.
A fucking thong.
I roll my eyes to the ceiling in frustration.

Grabbing her bra, I turn away to set it with her other clothes on a chair. As I put down the lace garment, a thought occurs to me. A woman doesn’t wear sexy lingerie unless her intention is to let someone see it. Jealousy rears its head and rage burns in my chest just thinking about another man seeing what’s mine. I didn’t think to ask if she had a boyfriend.
Did you think she was just sitting around, pining for you?
Ok, so, maybe I did. I clench my fists, restraining the desperate need to shake her awake and demand to know who she is wearing this lacy shit for. It doesn’t matter. She’s
mine.

After tossing it on the chair, I make my way to the other side of the bed and slide under the blankets. A queen size bed is tough for me to fit in alone, much less with another person. But, as I settle in, Shaylee rolls toward me. I lift my arm and she scoots up close, laying her head on my chest and throwing an arm and a leg over me. Yep, I knew what I was doing when I didn’t book a room with a king.

I wrap her up in my arms and let her heat relax me. The blue balls, I’m sure to have by morning, are completely worth having her in my arms. It takes a few minutes of thinking about ugly-ass Fallen, but eventually, I’m able to fall asleep.

I wake to the sound of a small moan and lift my head to make sure that Shaylee is all right. As my body shifts, I realize that she is pressed up to me, back to front. My morning wood is snug up against her ass, and somehow, in my sleep, my hand had wandered up the front of her shirt to hold her naked breast in my palm. I glance quickly down and see that her eyes are still closed, her mouth slightly parted like it was the last time I watched her sleep. But instead of deep and even, her breathing is shallow and slightly erratic. I can feel her faster-than-normal heart beat under my hand, and curiosity gets the better of me. I lightly squeeze the breast in my hand and the beat of her heart speeds up a little more.
She’s fucking turned on.
She squirms a little and pushes her ass back into my cock. It takes everything in me not to rip away the string of her thong and thrust my cock deep into her pussy.

Instead, I lower my head and kiss the soft skin below her ear, squeezing her breast again, a little harder this time. She breathes out another little moan and whispers something. I lean down closer to her mouth and listen when I repeat the same actions.

She whispers again and I feel possession and deep satisfaction explodes throughout my body. It was
my
name that crossed her lips. The caveman in me roars and beats on his chest. I start placing hot, wet, open mouth kisses on her neck and my hand begins to slide south. When I reach her pussy, I run my finger over the material and feel that it’s wet. I press a little harder and feel her pulsing on my fingers.

She shifts a little and I see her eyes begin to open, waking in a haze of lust. I lay another kiss on that sensitive little spot, below her ear, and slip my finger inside her panties. I slide it down and push it slowly inside of her. Her hips thrust up involuntarily and she turns her head to look at me. I don’t give her time to clear her mind; I take her lips in a savage kiss. I push my tongue inside in the same rhythm as my finger is fucking her scorching heat. Without removing my mouth or my finger, I gently push her onto her back and cover her body with mine.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the lavender scent I didn’t realize I missed. I can feel her pussy clenching, searching for relief, but I’m not ready to push her over the edge yet. I slowly remove my finger and smirk at the whimper of distress I hear. I nudge her legs apart with my knee and they fall willingly to either side. My lower body settles into the open v, my cock flush against her pussy. I kiss her deeply again, then pull back just a little and push her shirt up, removing it completely. Once it’s off, I drop down again and let out a low groan when I feel our skin connect.
She feels so damn good.
My mouth returns to hers and this time, her tongue reaches out to explore my mouth as her back arches, rubbing her erect nipples against me. I growl in satisfaction and rub against her core, my mouth moving down her neck, eliciting a sweet little moan from her sexy mouth.

I’m so fucking hard, I can barely think straight. But in the far recesses of my mind, I know I can only let this go so far. The last thing I need is to give her one more reason to be pissed at me. I follow the rise and fall of her tits and decide, just a little more. Wrapping my lips around one hardened peak, I can feel her heart racing and her breath exhaling in uneven puffs. My tongue swirls lightly around before sucking her nipple deep into my mouth. She cries out and my hips jerk forward involuntarily, the friction causing my cock to tighten even further, so painfully hard that I know I won’t be able to stay coherent much longer. I move to her other tit, once again pulling it deep while rocking into her a little faster.

“Baby, I’ll never get enough of you.” I whisper as I lift my head, intent on returning to her mouth. Her body suddenly stills. I glance up and see her face has hardened, her eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions, settling on anger.

“You had enough of me once before.” She presses her hands against my chest and pushes, seemingly intent on getting up and away from this conversation. I grasp her hands and raise them above her head, holding her immobile, so she can’t run away from me before we talk.

Her lips pinch in annoyance, but she doesn’t struggle. She knows she won’t be able to get up until I’m ready to let her. Her eyes are spitting fire and I’m momentarily distracted at how fucking sexy she is. I just want to—

My thoughts screech to a halt as a barrage of ice cold water suddenly drops from the air, soaking me from head to toe. The shock of it causes me to lose my breath.
Holy shit, that’s freezing!
When my brain reboots, I jump off of the bed and stare at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened! Shaylee is still lying on the bed, staring at me, her mouth forming a little “o” of surprise. It takes me a second to realize that she is completely dry. I feel my eyes narrow in suspicion. Did she—damn, I’m pretty sure she did.

“What were you thinking, Shaylee?” I ask curiously.

“I—I was thinking—um,” She stutters. “I was thinking that you needed to cool off.”

At her words, I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard that tears leak from the corners of my eyes. When I finally calm down, I notice Shaylee is glaring at me as she puts her t-shirt back on. I can’t help but be disappointed to see her cover up.
Damn, she is gorgeous.
A shiver runs down my body, and only partly because I’m soaking wet.

“You want to let me in on the joke, Aden?” She’s glowering at me and I realize that she thinks I was playing with her.

“Baby, I told you we have magic.” I shake my head ruefully, but am still chuckling. “I haven’t taught you how to use them yet, but they are there. You wanted me to cool off, so you doused me in freezing water.” Honestly, it’s not something I’ve seen before. When someone is newly marked, their magic makes small appearances, but usually in very small ways, like turning on a light bulb; simple things. For her to soak me, and keep herself completely dry . . . it’s impressive. She’s already using her ability to shield, albeit unknowingly.

Her face is filled with disbelief. “No way did I do that. Stop messing with me, Aden.” She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, scowling at me. “And, stop calling me
baby.
”

“I swear; it wasn’t me. You think I would do this to myself?” I meet her intense stare before adding, “And, no.”