Compounding Traumas (Artemis University #6) - Erin R Flynn Page 0,110
small prick as it took my print and blood. It was some combo of human tech and magic, so it was extra hard to bypass.
“Holy fuck me,” he whispered as the hidden door no one could see with the naked eye opened.
I nodded and flipped on the lights, leading him into the first of the connected rooms that had all the locked up artifacts I’d gotten so far. I waved him to keep coming when he stopped to ask questions.
It was better to let him see it all and then ask the list he would have.
Next, was the room with all the fairy and fae weapons. Then the books I had gotten through—or enough for the moment—and organized. From there, we went downstairs to the three rooms that had crates more of books I hadn’t even gotten to, lots in Faerie.
“So this is part of what I hid from you,” I said as I turned around to him, gesturing to the crazy. “And I’m sorry for that. I never said that, and I should have because you deserve a girlfriend who doesn’t lie to you. I hope you can forgive me.”
I hadn’t realized until that moment, but I had needed to say that. Whether it was understandable or not, I needed to be forgive by him for hiding all of this when we loved each other.
I didn’t have to wait long for him to pass judgment. I blinked and he was kissing me, passionately and in a way that healed my soul.
“I would forgive you anything you did to protect yourself, agra. Always.”
“I love you, Darby, so much,” I rasped and hugged him, tears of relief overflowing my eyes.
No more secrets between us besides the ones I had to keep to protect my people.
23
The next morning, I got up early since I was used to my normal schedule. I headed for the kitchen in nothing but Darby’s t-shirt since… It seemed like a goofy girlfriend thing to do when we had the house to ourselves, and we didn’t normally get that luxury. Or at school with Izzy.
Opening the fridge, I found tons of options for us. It was ridiculous to the point there was a huge container of pancakes all we had to do was zap in the microwave. I appreciated it all, but it was over the top.
The only way the hobgoblins knew how to be.
“Shirt thief,” Darby accused, his voice scratchy and deeper than normal from sleep.
I opened my mouth to answer, but instead gasped as his hand moved under the shirt and his fingers found my pussy as he kissed under my ear. So someone wanted morning fun.
Sign me up.
He teased me a bit and then dropped on his knees, burying his face between my legs like he was dying for me. I gripped the door and placed my hand on the inside wall of the fridge for balance as I orgasmed. It was toe-curling, and my heart felt like it might beat out of my chest, it was going so wild.
And then he stood and thrust in me. He didn’t even warn me, or check, which I sort of loved, when it was him. I was his, and we were together, always open to each other. It wasn’t demeaning or dismissive. We’d said that was what we wanted this weekend.
Which made it super hot that he jumped me and screwed me silly.
“That’s it, agra,” he growled. “Scream my name. Scream you’re mine. Scream my dick makes you feel this good.”
Done, done, and done. And then I was done. I climaxed again, and he followed me over, letting me know he’d woken up wanting.
As if I hadn’t already guessed.
“Well, that’s one way to thank me for getting up to make breakfast,” I teased when we were done. “Do I get another round if I admit I was going to make you coffee?”
“You want me to fuck you again, agra?” He chuckled when I shivered. “I want to ask why you’re okay with me being so aggressive, but…”
I bit back a flinch. He’d seen it before with Hudson. “That was different. It’s not… I don’t need that play. I like doing it for you. It gets me hot to give you what you want and to see how desperate you get. You’d do the same for me. You fuck me all over the house today and next time, I’ll ride you in every room and not let you touch me. Who knows? It’s just fun.”