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“Go away, pervert,” I snap, looking away from him.
“Row, you have to stop!” Linden cries with urgency, and damn him, Rowan listens!
“You can’t have sex with her.”
“Why the hell not!” I cry. There’s nothing wrong with me.
“Row, listen to me, you can’t do it. Not like this,” Linden pleads. Rowan looks at me, hesitates, and withdraws his fingers from inside of me.
What the actual fuck?
Anger simmers across my skin and Rowan pulls back his hands, which were resting on my thighs, with a yelp. Oh good, he got zapped too. I am not a happy Jasmine. Anger tends to manifest itself physically around me when I fail to keep it under control. Normally I do okay, but jeez what does a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here?
Apparently, ensure there’s no-one else around to interrupt. I glare daggers at Linden for the intrusion.
“We have to go,” Linden tells Rowan.
I look away. I feel like a fool, laid out naked on the bed while they discuss staying or going.
“Just go,” I say, dropping the shield charm from the door and pointing.
“Jas—” Rowan begins with a note of apology in his tone. I don’t want to hear it.
“Go!” I snap, rolling over and pulling the comforter up over me. I’m too embarrassed to do anything else; they can see themselves out.
How the hell did such a good day manage to end so badly?
I sulk in bed. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I pick up my ‘Love Blooms’ romance novel and begin to read, but I can’t get into the story at all. I bet the female main character never had to deal with any of this shit. Then again, she’s a princess and I’m clearly not. I’m debating mixing up a little something to help take the edge off, in the hopes of getting some sleep, when my phone buzzes. I consider ignoring it, but curiosity wins out. It’s from Oakley.
Sexy Incubus: What’s wrong, sweetheart?
Yes, I have him saved by species in my phone. Linden is saved under “fairy asshole”. I’m looking forward to him seeing that. Then again, I’m mad enough to change Rowan’s entry to something similar.
Me: How do you know something’s wrong?
Sexy Incubus: I feel you.
Me: Huh?
Sexy Incubus: One minute you’re...shall we say feeding my fire...the next, I’m cut off from the all-you-can-eat buffet. Why? Need me to come finish the job?
I groan. If Oak hadn’t just offered to come sort out my problem, I’d be a hell of a lot madder at his words. First, why is he feeding off me like some damn stalker, and second, I am not a job that needs finishing. I consider blasting him out via text, but it rings before I can hit reply.
“Incubus,” I say, tone hard. “What am I, just a free meal to you?”
“Ouch, who kicked your puppy? Or is the problem with your pussy?” He laughs.
“Shut up. You sound like that dickhead fairy.”
“Harsh. Trouble in paradise? Wanna run away with me, sweetheart?”
“No.”
“Want me to come take care of you?”
“No.” I hesitate. Okay, so I’m still sulking and I totally want to say yes, but I’m prideful like that and apparently will cut my nose off to spite my face.
Oakley hears my bullshit and chuckles.
