Rowan stilled for a moment before huffing against my neck. “Oh?” He kissed his way up the column of my throat, the evidence of his desire heavy against my thigh.
“Mmm. He's got this whole mysterious bad boy thing going on.”
I felt him grin against my throat. “You like the bad boys?”
I snorted and hauled him up to kiss him. “Nope. Just you.”
“Good answer.” His clever fingers slid underneath my shirt and unfastened my jeans.
A few seconds later, there were no more words to be said.
We heardhim before we saw him. I conjured up a bunch of flowers and vines to cover us seconds before Declan walked into the clearing.
He saw us and rolled his eyes. “Is there ever a time when you two aren't going at it like bunnies?”
Rowan's satisfied grin made me blush. “Remember this conversation when you find your own mate.”
Declan scoffed. “Too many choices out there for me to go hunting for one of those.”
“I wasn't hunting either,” Rowan said mildly.
“Still. Now look at you. Lying in a field of flowers like a regular fairytale princess.”
I sent a vine from the ground to smack him on the back of the head. Declan laughed and winked at me.
“Why are you here bothering us?” Rowan asked.
Declan was right. We did look like we'd woken up in the middle of a fantastical tale. Flowers in a riot of colors dotted the landscape in a circle several feet wide. Rowan even had them growing in his hair. I tried brushing them away, but they stubbornly clung to his dark locks.
Declan's expression sobered. “Caelan is asking for an audience.”
Rowan sighed. “Tell him I'll call him later.”
When Declan didn't nod or walk away, Rowan's eyes narrowed. “He's not on the phone, is he?”
“He sent a representative. As we all know, Caelan cannot leave his lands.”
I interrupted. “Who's the rep?”
In a way, I had laid a curse on Caelan's land and his people. Caelan was confined to his lands and would die if he tried to leave. His people were free to come and go, but if any of them tried to further Caelan's agenda or planned to bring harm to anyone, they would die.
The arrogant Lord had sent three people to certain death before he'd given up and believed I was serious about what I'd done.
“A young male shifter, nervous. He said his name was Jensen.”
I glanced over at Rowan, who shook his head.
“I don't know him either.” I wrapped a blanket of flowers around me and stood.
Declan's brows lifted before he chuckled. “I'll never get used to seeing you do things like that.”
“Look away from my wife,” Rowan growled.
“Or that,” Declan said with a deep laugh. “Your possessiveness has become legendary around town, my friend.”
“It's fine,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I'm technically dressed.” And a lot less concerned about nudity these days afterliving on Keep land for several months. Rowan was completely unbothered until we mated, and now he got growly whenever someone saw me in the slightest state of undress.
“It is not fine,” Rowan rumbled. He wasn't looking at me. A warm gold and silvery pink color outlined his irises. Our bond went tight and warm, rage blooming through the link.
