Well, I suppose Fae History isn’t going to be dangerous so what’s the harm. I turn to head upstairs when Kalen stops me and drags me into the draped-off alcove where I found him after the Delinda revelation was announced.
“Hi,” he says with a smile. “Everything okay?”
“Just great,” I say and return his smile.
He sits me down on a marble bench and takes a seat next to me. “I really enjoyed spending time with Delinda last night,” he says. “Thank you for letting her stay.”
I shrug. “She is your daughter,” I say. “You have every right.”
He bobs his head, both of us uncomfortably aware of the truth but doing our best to avoid it, as we will have to for all eternity.
He turns to me and looks into my eyes. I feel a rush of love for him and I lean forward, wanting to kiss him. He captures my mouth with his and pushes his tongue into my mouth for a quick flick before he pulls away.
“I wish you had stayed last night,” he whispers. “I am so desperate for you. I–I am not strong enough to be faithful to you when you are so far away from me.”
“I have never asked you to be,” I say stiffly, wondering why on Earth he would bother to tell me he is screwing other women. “Who you take to your bed is no concern of mine.”
“But it is,” he says. “You are my wife and it should be you in my bed. You should be the one to please me as it should be me who pleases you.”
I just glare at him, having no words for that.
“I wish you would choose me,” he says. He said that last night and I find it quite pushy of him. He has always been the one to stand back and hope that fate throws us together.
“Don’t,” I say, shaking my head.
“Please, Aeval, I want you to choose me,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything as he kisses me again and I lose my thoughts, getting lost in the perfect kiss. Our tongues duel gently with one another and I wrap my arms around him. He drops his hand to my waistband and yanks my blouse out of my jeans. His hand disappears up my top and latches onto my bare breast, kneading me with just enough pressure to make me moan into his mouth.
“I want you to choose me, Aeval,” he breathes before he resumes kissing me. His fingers are tugging on my nipple and I can feel myself getting wet at his attentions.
“Kalen,” I murmur as I push my breast further into his hand.
He cups me, pushing the little mound up so he can flick my rock-hard nipple, which sends a sensation straight to my clit. “I want you to choose me, Aeval,” he says more forcefully now, and I gasp. I close my eyes as he circles my engorged nipple. “I want you to choose me.”
Panting, I push his hand away. “Stop,” I say. “Stop.”
“No, Aeval, I need you, please,” he says. “I want you to come to my bed and fuck me and then I want you to choose me.”
“Stop!” I say to him again. “Just stop it!”
I jump up and run as fast as I can towards the stairs, slamming straight into Lincoln on my way up. “Shit!” I exclaim as he catches me. “Shit.” I bend over, taking a minute to catch my breath.
That was intense. I really, really wanted to finish what we started. I really wanted to do as he asked. I am hugely turned on, I can feel the damp patch between my legs, but if I had stayed, I would have blurted out something really stupid.
I would have chosen him.
Whether or not he was using sex to turn my head, I don’t know, but it nearly worked.
“You okay?” Lincoln asks.
“Yeah,” I say, standing upright. “Just had…it doesn’t matter,” I say. Lincoln won’t press me and to my shame I have turned my arousal for Kalen onto my Alpha. I want to slam him to the floor and ride that huge cock until I have nothing left in me.
He sees my attitude change and he grabs my hand. He runs up the remaining stairs, leading me to his bedroom and flinging the door open.
We rush inside. I close and lock the door and strip my clothes off before he has taken a breath.
“What has gotten into you?” he asks with a laugh.