She blinked and then smiled softly. “That’s probably more than is needed but thank you. And I can totally see why you’d win a blender for comments like that. Maybe your friends should have gotten you a woodchipper instead.”
Something thumped from the upper level, and Rurik released his hold on Liberty’s hair. He tucked himself into his jeans once more but didn’t button them again. Instead, he went on high alert, remembering why he’d first rushed over to her home to start with. Was someone else really in the house?
Liberty touched his upper chest. “Rurik, ignore it. Sometimes, when I lose control and make a lot of things float around, they land in different spots. And sometimes those spots are edges of tables. And that often means there is a delay before things hit the floor. If that makes sense.”
It did.
He watched her carefully, thinking about the flickers of movement he’d seen in the front-facing windows. “Before I came over, were you making things move around throughout the house? Making them float? Like what happened with the pie?”
She blushed and nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you, and thank you for coming to check on me.”
He exhaled gradually, letting go of the notion that they weren’t alone. “Is this something you’ve always been able to do?”
“I think so,” she whispered. “I can only remember back so far. Beyond that, I sort of dream about earlier years. What happens in the dreams could be real or it could just be my imagination. Though today, at the university, I think I had another memory from back then. It wasn’t a good one.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Why aren’t you flipping out?” she asked.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Liberty, do you want to talk about what happened to you at the university?”
She shook her head and tears welled.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to talk about any of it if you don’t want to.”
“You lied before. This freaked you out, didn’t it?”
“In truth, I’m more freaked out by how much I want to fuck you and by something a friend said to me earlier than by knowing you possess telekinesis,” he stated evenly. “In case I was not clear, I want you…badly.”
She began to laugh and then cupped his face and leaned closer, kissing his lips in a loving manner. One that had his chest tightening with feel-good tingles and his arms wrapping around her.
When she broke the kiss, she wiped his lip. “Thank you for making me laugh. I was so scared that I freaked you out and that you’d call the police or something on me.” She then stiffened. “Your father said you are the police and you told me you work for a secret something or other.”
He tilted her chin up. “Liberty, what I do for a living isn’t something that’s talked about openly. I can tell you that nothing you did today alarmed me. This is not my first brush with someone who possesses this gift. I’ve run into more than I can recall, and those do not even take into consideration people with magik—people my kind term Fae.”
“Your kind?” she questioned.
It was his turn to tense. If he confessed what he was to her, would the tables turn, and would she be scared of him? Making things float was one thing. Seeing a man turn into a giant bear was something altogether different.
If the information Auberi had recovered from the mole’s notes was to be believed, and Liberty was his mate, she’d figure out pretty damn fast that he wasn’t human. There was no time like the present to tackle the matter. “Liberty, I need to tell you something.”
She leaned in more and then licked his collarbone. What was left of his sanity abandoned him.
He locked gazes with her. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nodded, a glint of anticipation showing on her face.
The smell of her cream flooded his senses. He growled again.
She drew her fingers down his torso slowly, making his cock react once more. The top portion of his shaft popped free of his already open jeans. “I want you to do that—what you just said—but I’ll admit, the counter isn’t doing my butt any favors. Can we move this to a bed?”
“We can,” he said, lifting her once more.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked through the kitchen, mindful to avoid stepping in any of the smashed pie on the way. He carried her through the hall and the living room, right to the stairs, and paused.
She kissed him tenderly, still clinging to him. “My room is the first one on the right up there.”
“Then upstairs and to the right is where we’re headed,” he said, making her laugh softly. The mere sound of it caused his cock to flex.
She wiggled against him as he walked her up the stairs, still holding her. “You should put me down. That way, we can run to my room and get to the naughty parts faster.”
He grinned and increased his pace, getting her to the room in seconds.
Her breath caught. “You’re like crazy strong.”
He entered the room with her and the moment he crossed the threshold, he went for her mouth.
She, in turn, worked herself free from the apron enough to pull it off and toss it aside, along with her top. He wasted no time getting her to the bed, where he laid her out gently. He temporarily tucked himself into his jeans once more so he could focus on her and then went to work easing her out of her pants. She was left lying there, looking up at him with a pair of
