Sympathy for the Demons (Promised to the Demons #1) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,59
I expect you to breed. The other servants are clearly just jealous since I do not allow them anything but celibacy. Do not ask me again; if I am displeased with you you will certainly know it."
"Why doesn't anyone else get to breed if they want to?"
"Have a little self-respect when I speak of breeding you," Variel snapped at me.
"I really don't mind the idea of having children with Bevan," I said, looking at my dear man all the more fondly because he seemed to find this whole conversation privately hilarious. "And that's just how you talk!"
Lord Variel really did seem cross about something, but I didn't understand why since everything that had happened was his own doing. In any case, he left Bevan and I alone in Bevan's cottage that night while he and the other servants went to the new cabin. After spending the day framing the windows it was becoming cozier there too and I could see their lights glowing in the night through our curtains.
"I bet you're not that happy about Variel building a cabin next to yours, but I like seeing the lights of some other little world out there."
Bevan came up behind me and put his arms around me, his muscular light brown forearms like a cocoon of strength I could sink into. "You really do just look on the bright side of everything. It almost makes me not hate having neighbors,"he said. "Almost."
"I'm just glad they left us alone." I smiled.
"Isn't Piers still living under the kitchen cabinet?"
My mouth flew open and I ran to the kitchen. "Piers! Oh no! Oh no...we ate all the pie. I can't believe I forgot about you! Please, please tell me next time. I still have some rice. Here...you must be hungry." I slid a little dish of rice under the cabinet.
"I suppose getting laid will do things to your mind," Piers murmured.
An unpleasantly hot feeling of embarrassment raced through me. He made the lovely night sound cheap. And Bevan's cool was about to break. He snatched back the rice and put it on the counter. "You don't have to be nice to everyone, Jenny. Especially people who treat you like shit. And especially people who are shit."
"Bevan..." I had never seen so much danger in Bevan's eyes. It felt like I had disappointed him. It reminded me of Bernard. "I just didn't want to leave him to starve. Unless you think his crimes were worthy of death."
"I think they were. But it isn't my judgment to make." Bevan sighed, shaking it off. "I'm sorry. I just want to be alone with you."
"I'll go," Piers said. "I don't want to be here either." He crawled out from under the cabinet and Bevan opened the door for him. He slammed and bolted it.
"That was easy," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Is everyone conspiring to set us up?"
"I guess so."
"I don't know what's in it for them," Bevan said. "Except a happy pastry chef. Maybe that's more than enough." He wrapped his hands around mine. "Are you really already daydreaming about our babies?"
"You don't like the idea?" I laughed. "A little more than you bargained for when you took me on as your apprentice?"
"Definitely too soon." He ran his hand over my bangs, ruffling them. "But...I don't hate it."
"I liked last night a lot."
"Me too. You really are a ginger snap. And...do you think Variel slipped something in my drink again?"
"I think that feeling is all coming from me," I said, reaching down to feel that his hardness was back with a vengeance.
His arms moved to my waist and pulled me against his turgid organ—okay, so sue me, but Mrs. Franch did have a lot of very yellowed romance novels gathering dust on her shelves—and I chewed my lip in anticipation of what was to come shortly.
His mouth crashed into mine like he had suddenly snapped his tether of control, and I responded with my tongue slipping out of my mouth and into his, sharing wet heat and a memory of cinnamon. He nudged me back to the wall, and I ran my hands up his back, feeling how it curved down to meet my smaller height for the kiss. His presence overwhelmed me in the best sort of way. I could have stayed like that forever if I hadn't known it could get even better.
"Alone with you," he whispered. "Who knew this was all I ever wanted in life?"