Alder tilts his head to take me in and then shrugs. “Fair enough.”
He drops his pants and then pulls off his shirt, and he’s as glorious naked as I imagined he would be. He has the watercolor outlines of flowers that run down each side of his ribs and V down to accentuate every muscle on his lower abdomen. It’s so incredibly beautiful and yet masculine and sexy as all get out. No other male on the planet could sport lavender skin and watercolor blooms and be called masculine but him.
“You guys got a gym membership in Hell?” I joke.
His lips tip up in a smirk as I all but drool at his body. “You look like you want to eat me, Medley,” he purrs.
“I just might,” I confess with a sexy perusal of all he’s workin’ with.
“Good, because I’m going to devour the fuck out of you,” he growls, and then he reaches across the bed and drags me away from Flint, the feathers of my wings movin’ smoothly over the satiny duvet.
Flint objects with a grumble, but he thinks better of it when Alder shoots him a look that makes my vagina clench with excitement.
When he’s dragged me up, I sit up in front of him, at the perfect spot for cock sight-seein’. My mouth waters.
“First, drink this,” Alder instructs, handin’ me a cup with a familiar greenish liquid in it.
I shoot him a look that I hope makes his balls crawl up inside of him. “You think I’m gonna fall for that again?”
He looks confused for a moment, and then his eyes land on the green liquid as realization dawns on him. “No, this one won’t put you to sleep, Medley. It’ll just help with pain.”
I reach over and then move to set the glass on a side table. “I’m not in any pain,” I declare, not fully convinced that he won’t tell me I’m feelin’ nothin’ but an itch, and then he’ll end the fun I’m havin’. His eyes study mine for a beat, and he shrugs, like he doesn’t care if I take it or not. I relax a little.
“Is Delta okay?” I ask, fightin’ the urge to trace the dips and curves of his body with my tongue.
“She is. She’ll heal quickly, as is our nature, and her mates are making sure she stays in bed and rests.”
“I’m just sure they are,” Flint grumbles as he pushes off the bed and heads for the bathroom.
Alder looks up and shakes his head. “Would we have been any better if we’d found Medley first?” he asks his fellow Guardian. “I know I wouldn’t have come up from feasting and fucking for a while, and they’ve been dealin’ with a hell of a lot on top of that,” Alder calls to Flint, who waves a dismissive hand before disappearin’ through the doorway.
Alder shakes his head and then focuses back on me. “You okay?” he asks softly, and I give him a sweet smile.
“Better than okay,” I tell him, and he nods solemnly.
“Good, because I’m about to ruin you in so many ways,” he says.
Hallelujah.
Once again, he fits his strong hands under my armpits and then tosses me further up on the bed. With a surprised squeal, I land on a cloud of cool silk, things billowin’ up around me as I look around in surprise. “What the…”
The bed is covered in flower petals. Soft, silky lavender petals coat every pillow and surface, the color matchin’ my new wings and hair. I gasp at how gorgeous it is, my fingers spreadin’ over the layers like ripples in a lake.
When I look back over at him in awe, I don’t miss the cocky glint in his eye. “How’s that for tattoos that move?” he asks me, a challengin’ glint in his eye about the comment I made earlier in regards to Echo’s ability.
I chuckle and lie back on the bed, indulgin’ in the feel of the soft petals touchin’ my skin and wings. When I look back up at him, his eyes are hooded, grazin’ over me from bottom to top.
“Let’s see what else you can do,” I demand with a smile, and he gives me a predatory grin before he pounces.
One second, he’s standin’ over me, and the next, his body is on top of mine, trappin’ me against his flower-soft knoll he created. He’s so fast that the breath stutters in my chest as my eyes lock on his.
Slowly, one hand grips my thigh, tuggin’ it over his hip. His face presses against the curve of my shoulder, and a rugged inhale sounds in my ears. “You smell so fucking good.”
“It’s your flowers,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“No. It’s you. You’re the best smelling petal I’ve ever breathed,” he says, skatin’ his mouth down my chest. I’m silent as the grave as he continues on.
“You smell better.” He drags his nose over the curve of my breast, in the barest of touches that sends chills down my body.
“You taste sweeter.” His tongue darts out to lick at my pebbled peak. A long suck on my nipple makes me whimper, my hands diggin’ into his bright yellow hair.
“You feel softer.” His hand kneads at the flesh of my thigh as he drags his dick over my clit and moves his fingers to dig into the skin of my ass cheek. “Skin so fucking silky,” he murmurs, his scratchy jaw scrapin’ over my breasts before comin’ up to nudge against my cheek.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realized my eyes had fluttered closed, but at Alder’s insistent voice, they drag open.
“We’ve been waiting our whole lives for you.”
A lump forms in my throat, emotion draggin’ into me with every ragged pull of breath as he looks straight through my eyes and into my soul, speakin’ the words that I’ve been so desperate to hear.
“You’re here now, and whatever else we figure out or face,
