Lover Uncloaked (Stealth Guardians #1) - By Unknown Page 0,90
by his side, he felt a thrill shoot through his loins and could barely wait to have her back in his arms. He was in for the long haul with Leila, and that knowledge scared the shit out of him.
He was glad to have to concentrate on their destination and pushed all thoughts about Leila out of his mind.
Moments later, they had arrived.
The place looked the same as it had in the nearly two hundred years he’d known it, and from what his father and the elders of their species said, nothing had changed in over a thousand years. The Outer Hebrides were still as untouched by civilization as always. The incessant fog hung eerily over this particular island, the one no human had set foot on in a millennium.
The portal they stepped out of was out in the open and looked like a much smaller version of Stonehenge. Surrounded by dense brush and shrouded in fog, it was nearly undetectable, unless you knew what you were looking for.
Following the small path that led downhill, he soaked in the familiar smells of home. Only his parents and a few other families still lived here. Most of the others of their species had opted to live closer to civilization. He was grateful for the island’s remoteness now. Talking to his father without being seen by any other council members was paramount.
“I haven’t been here in years,” Pearce murmured next to him, rubbing his arms to ward off the fog. “It’s freezing here.”
“Getting soft in your old age?”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve just risen from between the thighs of a warm woman. No wonder you’re not cold.”
“Zip it, Pearce, or I’m going to have to polish your nose. I’m entitled to some privacy, so stay out of this.”
His friend grumbled, but didn’t say anything else.
In the distance, a mansion came into view. As they approached, he saw light shining from the windows, and smoke rising from the chimney. His feet moved faster as he crossed the remaining distance.
Without opening the massive oak door with its cast iron handles, he passed through it, Pearce on his heels.
“Mother? Father?”
A few moments passed in silence. Then from upstairs, he heard hurried footsteps.
“Aiden?” his mother’s voice called down from the top of the stairs.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Oh dear,” he heard her murmur before she came running down the stairs, dressed only in a long bathrobe, covering her from neck to toe, her long hair open and slightly disheveled. But even the long robe couldn’t cover what she seemed to want to hide from him as she reached the foot of the stairs: she was glowing golden.
“Aiden, it’s so good to see you.” She hugged him enthusiastically, sparing him having to look at her in embarrassment. No son wanted to know that his parents had just had sex.
“You should have let us know you were visiting,” his father said as he walked down the stairs, dressed in jogging pants and nothing else.
Releasing his mother and stepping back, he nodded at his father, acknowledging the slight reprimand. Ever since he’d moved out from home to reside in one of the compounds, his parents had viewed their home as their private little love nest. He should have thought of that. His father was still virile despite his age and would remain so for his entire life. Strangely enough, despite the embarrassing looks now being exchanged between all four of them, the thought that a couple could still keep their sex life exciting and—by the looks of it—very satisfying after such a long time, made him yearn for Leila. Could he have something like this with her?
“We’re sorry to intrude,” Pearce apologized, clearing his throat as he avoided looking at Aiden’s mother.
“We wouldn’t have come unannounced if it weren’t urgent.” Aiden looked at his father, who replied with a sheepish smile.
“Well, luckily you didn’t get here any earlier than you did.”
“Barclay!” his wife admonished, a blush staining her cheeks underneath the golden sheen.
He winked at his wife before looking back at Aiden and Pearce. “Come, how about some Whiskey in front of the fireplace?”
“We’ll need that,” Aiden agreed.
They followed his father and mother as they walked into the living room, a great room with vaulted ceilings, exposed stone walls, and a massive fireplace, which could accommodate a spit to roast an entire pig.
Once they were all sitting down, Whiskey glasses in hand, his father gave him an expectant look. “Considering that you’re supposed to be on assignment right now, I’m assuming