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He was a lie. I’d been with a stranger the whole time and was a fool. The whole shape of my world was busted.
And I went back to live with Mom, who was a different kind of rotten.
Well, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this world anymore.
But then, when something wild and magnificent and dangerous showed up, I knew I was ready to take the leap. Yes, I wanted to escape the life I was living, but I also wanted to believe in. . . something again. I wanted to believe in something magical, even if it didn’t turn out to be something good.
Wasn’t that what adventure was supposed to be?
Not always lollipops and yellow brick roads.
Sometimes, there were dark and dangerous woods. Always scintillating to read about but maybe a little more terrifying to live.
Had there been some terrifying moments today? Hell, yes. Being flown up into the sky without the comforting walls of an airplane at a speed no human should ever experience, magic blue light or not— Yes, that was fucking terrifying. Getting back to this castle and realizing just how big he was, that I was alone and had allowed myself to be whisked off to a secondary location. . . Terrifying.
But then Remus had been kind.
Arrogant, out of touch, blood-thirsty and maybe a teeeeeetch sociopathic, but also oddly gentle and considerate.
And way too sexy for either of our good.
He looked at me in a way Michael sure as hell never had.
I have a suspicion that if Remus and I ever. . . well, I think it would involve more than just a couple of pumps. What would it be like to be with a man who could stay hard? Because I have a feeling the arrogant god could.
I slap my hands over my eyes. Dear God, why do you do this to me?
Now I can’t get the thought of Remus out of my head. And what Remus might be like. . . down there. He has a tail and wings. But the rest of him is so human-looking.
Then again, there is another face on the other side of his head. Like a whole other. . . person? He called him brother.
I furrow my brows in thought. Does that mean there are. . . two down there too?
I shake my head and realize, yup, I’m officially feeling all that wine. At the same time, my hand creeps down my stomach, and I realize I also don’t care. It’s just me, myself, and I here in this room, along with my fantasies of the firm body that was inches away from me earlier while he whispered filthy things into my ear.
My fingers slip beneath the waistband of my jeans.
And further still.
My questing fingers find my curls and hesitate. Am I really going to—
But then I remember the low rumble of his voice. I want you trembling and aching and begging me for more.
A gasp escapes my throat as my middle finger finds my swelling clit. God, I’m already wet just thinking about him. Just remembering. A shudder goes through my body as I start to move my finger.
He said he hasn’t had much experience with humans. Would he know how to be gentle with my body?
But then, he didn’t push earlier when plenty of regular guys would have. And he promised never to hurt me. Plus, this is just the safety of my fantasies.
So I allow myself the space to imagine him gripping my ample ass just like he promised. Really relishing in just how much junk I’ve got in my trunk. Tracing his hands around my hips, squeezing me as he went.
Michael occasionally gave lip service to “not minding” that I was a bigger girl.
But the way Remus looks at me. . . Like I’m exactly the type of woman he prefers. I remember that beauty standards throughout the ages have been very different from our twenty-first-century ones. The appreciation and lust burning in his eyes when I left him felt so real, so palpable—
I twist onto my side on the bed, curling around my hand that’s more urgent against my clit now.
He’s strong, too. He could handle a body like mine.
