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“You.”
Chapter 19
Dana
‘You’ bounced around my head the whole carriage ride and Kreed kept me tucked into his side the whole way home.
I had sat on the couch for a little while longer with Li-ana hugging me. Li-ana told me small stories of my mother when she was young while we waited for Kreed and Furden. She didn’t tell me anything that was important, probably knowing I wasn’t really taking anything in.
Kreed and Furden had both agreed it would be best to send a team out immediately to see what I was talking about. They also agreed that we would go with them. So they could just follow me out to where I saw the shadow domes. I don't have high hopes that anything will come of it. Since I am the only one that can see them.
When the carriage stopped Kreed swept me into his arms and carried me into the house. He stopped in front of my door, pushed it open and carried me to my bed.
Did she know she would die? Did she know that she would have me? Why? Those three questions ran relentlessly through my head.
Kreed starts taking off my shoes. “I can do that Kreed.” He looks at me and shakes his head. He finishes taking off my boots while I try to understand why this man is willing to take my damn shoes off all the time. It’s only been twice but that’s twice more than it has ever happened in my life.
“Do you have some pajamas? Or I can grab you a shirt from my room?” I nod my head and get up to search through my bag. I started getting frustrated with my bags. I don’t remember what bag they are in and they are stuffed full. Kreed sees my frustration and grabs my hands pulling me away. He then lets them go and pulls the shirt off his back and hands it to me. I reach out and grab it slowly. I hold onto it with both hands and nod my thanks.
“I’ll let you rest. I will be down the hall in my room. If you need anything and I mean anything you can just walk right in. Okay?” He lifts my chin with a finger and plants a lingering kiss on my forehead.
“Thank you.” I say and press up to give him a kiss.
“If you need anything,” he says, leaving those words hanging in the air again before leaving the room.
I pull my pants off and my shirt and sit on the bed for a moment just sitting in my underwear. I drop the shirt into my lap and undo my bra. It feels incredibly satisfying taking it off, it’s the only good feeling I have right now and right now I feel like utter shit. I pull the shirt on and stand up. I take off my underwear and toss them on my pants. I sit back down on the bed. I roll my head toward my bags. Do I really want to try and find boy shorts? I think about that for all of a half a second.
No.
I turn and crawl up the bed. This velvet duvet feels like heaven on my skin. I pull it down and crawl under it. I pull the blankets up to my neck and look out the window. The sun is setting. It has been the longest day ever. I thought it was midnight but the sun is just now setting. I look over to the hallway and see the carvings have been put up. Who put them up? I didn’t see a single soul here. I relax into bed and my mind whirls and swirls some more.
I try closing my eyes and counting sheep. I try deep breathing and I stretch my legs and back in bed. Nothing is helping my tired yet continuously thinking brain to stop. Or sleep, which I guess is normal. The sun hasn’t even lowered in the sky. I throw my hands down to my sides and huff. I swing my legs out of bed and sit for a moment. I look at my roller case full of my mother’s things. Do I want to go through that right now? What if I find something else, I’m not ready to see or read or hear?
I don't. I really don’t. I’m not ready to know more truths. I get up and stalk to my door. I open it and walk towards the parlor. I stop at the bar and pour myself something clear. I slam it back and pour another. I slam it and pour another. I slide the bottle and the glass to the other side of the bar and walk around to sit on a stool. I counted the bottles. Seventy three of them. I pop off the barstool and walk into the kitchen to find something to eat since we never got around to the lunch part with my grandparents.
I walk over to a door that I assume is a pantry. I open it and walk into the most organized space I have ever seen. Everything is in a glass jar. With black labels and chalk writing. There are drawers and more cupboards. The countertops have small appliances. Where does the electricity come from because I don’t see an outlet anywhere. Must be a magic thing.
I start looking through the drawers. Most contain onions, potatoes and garlic. Some have a variation of noodles. So much organization. It’d give any influencer a run for their money on Earth. I walk out of the pantry and eyeball what looks like a fridge. It has the same face coverings as the cabinets but the long vertical handles tell me ‘edible food may be here’. I walk across the kitchen and open it up. I see all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Also, a bunch of things that look different, contained in glass jars. I’ll ask Kreed about it tomorrow. I grab some fruit out. Maybe it’s vegetables? Assuming I won't be finding a pizza I can heat up. I put the strange fruits on the counter and grabbed a violet one. I take a bite out of it and moan. God this is delicious. I put my elbows on the counter and took another bite.
“Fuck this is good.” I say to myself. I stand back up and rummage through the cabinets. Oh boy. I found the motherload. I see what looks like cookies, chips, crackers and candies. I turn to the other cabinets and get an idea.
A few moments later I have a tray full of snacks headed to Kreed's room. I don’t want to be alone. I also have just enough booze in me to give me confidence to ask him to stay with me and not feel like a weirdo. I just want to talk with him and not be alone but my nerves are shot. I turn around and open his door with my elbow. I push in looking for a table to set this tray on and walk toward his nightstand and place it down. I look around for Kreed but I don’t see him. I see two doors just like in my room. One on the left and one on the right directly across from his bed. I open the one on the left and it's a closet. I didn’t know a man could own so much leather. I walk through the closet running my hand along all of the leather pants and cotton shirts. He has sweaters, I couldn’t picture the man in a knit sweater ever.
I hear the door open and just as I turn around to announce my presence Kreed drops his towel.
My plans have suddenly been derailed.
“Fuck me.” I whisper. There is so much muscle. I don’t even know where to start. His arms, that is definitely where I start when Kreed jumps.
“Dana! Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t–” He keeps talking but I'm not listening. I’m too busy staring at him. His arms, his pecks. His poor chest marred with my handprints. They have scarred over but he is marked by me forever. Fuck his thighs are like tree trunks. And his stomach, it is tight and rippled with muscle. The things this male could do to me. The things I want to do to him. When I get to his cock, he has it covered with his hands, well, sort of covered by his hands.
Fuck.
“Gods you’re pretty.” I say and Kreed must realize I’m not listening to a single word he has to say. He turns around to grab his towel off the floor and gives me a glorious view of his backside. “Would it be bad manners to ask you fuck me?” His jaw drops and his eyebrows raise to his hairline. I don’t even care that I have some seriously bad manners at the moment. I fucking want him. All over me. I want his weight pressed into my body, I want to feel his cock between my thighs.
“I–uh, I don’t–” Even the way he is stuttering and looking shy has me turned on.
I look him in the eye. “I do.” I walk closer to him and ask again, “Would it be bad manners to ask you to fuck me?”
