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Hours later, Sunder and I still sit on the living room floor, practicing. His back presses against the couch while his long legs surround me. He engulfs me as I press my back against his hard chest, wrapping his thick arms around my waist. I took my shirt off hours ago to increase our skin contact. Sitting in my bra and pajama pants, sweat drips down my brow from concentration.
My distaste for him overshadows how nice it feels to be held by someone. I just wish that someone was kind and gentle. Someone I could love and be loved by. Not some faerie asshole who thinks humans are worthless scum, and I’m just some object to use.
Still, magic is worth it. I’m using magic! The giddy feelings have been pulsing through me all day. The sphere in my palm pulses with darkness, threatening to disappear again.
“Focus.” He whispers it softly against the sensitive skin on my neck. I blink as my eyes roll back in my head for a moment. A jolt of electricity runs through my core. The sphere bursts into mist, sending a disappointed sigh from Sunder.
“Let’s take a break,” I say, standing up. I grab a hand towel and dab at my neck and face. Picking up my phone, I see two missed calls and three texts from Lisa asking about my date last night. I don’t even know how to respond. As if she can feel a disturbance in the force, my phone rings in my hand.
Smiling broadly, I answer. “Good afternoon, Lisa, my love.”
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling all day. What happened last night?”
I steal a glance at Sunder as he towels off his own body. The sweeping tattoos down his muscular arm pull my eyes too often for my comfort. Asshole. Why can’t my soulmate be a good person?
“Things went well,” I trail off, not knowing what to say. I can’t tell her about Chroma or Illuemera. She’ll have me committed. Maybe she should. This feels too real to be a dream. Maybe I’ve got a brain tumor.
“Seriously? Mira. Spill the tea, girl. What happened?”
“I burned the lasagna, but the conversation was interesting.”
Sunder opens the fridge, rooting around for more food to cook, no doubt. His only redeeming quality is that he feeds me. He calls out, “You’re out of eggs. I’ll order some groceries. Want anything specific tonight?”
My mouth gapes open as I hear Lisa gasp. I shake my headnoto Sunder. Jerk. He just had to talk.
“He’s still there! And he’s ordering groceries? No wonder you didn’t answer your phone. Good for you!”
“It’s… Yeah, he gave me a good ole fashioned dickin’,” I halfheartedly joke.
Sunder’s face snaps up from his phone looking like a startled deer. A burst of laughter rips through me as he shakes his head, looking back at his phone.
“Uh huh. I’m going to need more information on that, but we can catch up later. You two kids have fun. Be safe! Call me if you need me.”
“I will. Love you!”
“Love you! Enjooooy!”
I smile to myself. If only she knew. I look up to see Sunder saunter over to me. His swaggering step making him look like a peacock. Ridiculous.
“I am unfamiliar with many human idioms, but what is a ‘dicking’? Were you discussing the human called Tim?”
There’s an edge to his tone. How does he know about that? How long was he following me?
“Jealous?” I ask, delighting a little too much in his discomfort.
He looks me up and down, taking in my half naked body with a hunger in his eyes. Suddenly, I’m very aware that I’m in my bra. His attention sends a shiver down my spine. My nipples stand at attention. I hope he can’t tell.
His nostrils flare slightly as he steps closer to me. I lift my chin to maintain eye contact. I won’t back down from him. The heat from his body reaches mine. His musky sweat fills my nose.
“I am a prince. I am not now, nor have I ever been, jealous” His voice is low and gravely, whispering.
Realization shatters through the tension between us. He’s actually jealous. I asked, but I didn’t really think he was. He’s made it clear he doesn’t care about me. Why would he be jealous? Fated mates, apparently, has nothing to do with love.
Sunder has made that abundantly clear.
I open my mouth to reply, but Bobble squeezes into the space between our feet, meowing loudly. He yowls again, walking towards the closet where I keep his wet food. Poor kitty slept the day away and now he’s starving.
With another glance at Sunder, I move away from him to get Bobble’s food. As I empty a can into his bowl, Sunder storms into the living room.
