The Skye Trilogy: Isle of Skye, Isle of Night, and Isle of Dawn. * Bonus: Scrumptious Skye Confections Cookbook* (48 page)

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I tried the night I got back,” he said wryly. “When we were outside the hospital? You wanted no part of having any conversation with me.”

“All you had to do was say; ‘I haven’t slept in six months or fed in fou
r, can you help a brother out’? And I would’ve dropped everything right then and there.”

“I don’t want to argue,” he said wearily

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked, touching my hand to his forehead. When he took it and looked into my eyes every part of my body began to tingle again. One touch from him was all it took to make my head spin.

“Bed?” he asked in a low husky voice

I just nodded in agreement. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I came out my mouth went dry. Mathias was completely naked under the sheets. I knew this because I could see that his clothes thrown over a chair by the bed. I tried to be as nonchalant about this as possible. After all, we were just going to sleep. The poor guy had been awake for six months.

Holy fuck there was no way I was going to be able to do this.

“Are you coming to bed?” he asked amused

“Yes.” I answered flippantly. I drew back the covers on my side and lay as stiff as a stone. When I heard his low chuckle, I threw out my arm and hit his shoulder.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt something caressing my hip. For a second, I thought Cupcake had pushed himself against me, and he was having one of his chasing the squirrel dreams. I almost drifted back to sleep until I realized those caresses were way too light to be coming from my hundred and sixty pound pup. When I felt a hand make their way from my hip to across my buttocks my breath caught in my throat.

“I know you’re awake.” Mathias said softly in my ear

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I turned over. The first and only time we had slept together I had woken him up, and he tried to kill me. Was this the predator or Mathias?

I slowly rolled over and was relieved to see his beautiful eyes staring back at me without a hint of red.

“I woke up first and I didn’t want to kill you,” he said

“Thank God for small miracles.” I answered breathlessly

His only reply was to lean down and place a tender kiss on my lips. I was taken aback. Our first and only kiss had occurred months ago in Vermont just before we stepped through the portal to the Isle. That kiss had been almost punishing and passionate, nothing like the tenderness he was showing now. Slowly he explored my mouth with his lips, gentle at first, then a little more firmly. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth almost hesitantly my first thought was ‘Oh crap, please do not let me have morning br
eath’. All those insecurities flew out the window when he started swirling his tongue with mine.

For a few minutes, I was lost in his sweet exploration. Over and over, he plunged into my mouth until I was weak with pleasure. I let out a little protest when he tore his lips from mine for a second only to cry
out a moan when he shifted his body onto mine. He tore the sheets off the bed, and I could see his magnificent naked body covering mine.

I traced the contours of his shoulders all the way down to his back with my hands. I reveled in the fact that I could touch him like this. When he took my hands and threw them over my head, I looked into his eyes and was rewarded with a searing glance of intensity. He grasped the ends of my shirt and quickly disposed of it across the room.

When he first started to knead my breasts, I let out a moan of appreciation. He had fondled them gently before he bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth. I felt the graze of his teeth and almost had an orgasm right there and then. I raised my hips against his hardness that was protruding into my thin pants.

But he kept teasing me for several minutes until finally he gradually pulled my pants down inch by inch until there were no barriers between us anymore. His hand came back up my leg and stopped near the junction of my thighs. He stroked my hips and my inner thighs until finally his fingers grazed the entrance to my sex.

He parted the folds and slipped his finger teasingly into me. I let out a quiet sigh. I felt like I had waited for him my whole life. I impatiently ground my hips up off the bed. I wanted more, and I needed more. When he finally thrust his finger up inside me, I came instantly. I cried out in satisfaction as I clutched his shoulders.

The orgasmic daze finally cleared around me, and I looked up to see his face that was set in a satisfied grin. I smashed my lips to his, and we were once again locked into a passionate kiss. I felt his fangs come down inside his mouth and thrust my fingers in his hair. Turning my head to the side, I forced him to my neck to drink.

He hesitated at first but when my hand travelled down to his manhood and stroked him he quickly changed his mind. I stroked, and he sucked. I felt his penis grow larger and larger in my hand. Finally, he lifted his head, and I licked the small smear of my blood on his lips. I continued to lick and kiss my way from his lips to his neck.

He let out a small sound of approval but when I bit his neck he growled. I didn’t even think. I just started sucking at the small wound I made in his neck. He folded my legs around him, and I tore my lips from his neck back to his mouth. I was wet and eager with anticipation. I wanted him inside me more than anything in this entire world. I wanted him finally to make me his.

I wanted him to claim me as his mate.

At first I didn’t even register the fact the phone was ringing. I honestly thought my ears were buzzing from the lack of air that I couldn’t seem to suck into my lungs fast enough.

When the phone started buzzing a second time we both stiffened and cursed again. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. “Don’t even think about it Guardian Worthing.”

Mathias sighed and dropped his head against my neck. “I have too. Fuck me.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” I replied

He chuckled and untangled himself from my body. “That’s not a very ladylike thing to say.”

“Do you see a lady here?” I asked smartly

Mathias smiled and grabbed his phone. “This had better be good,” he snarled

I shimmied my way over to him and lightly kissed him across his back and shoulders. He was listening so closely to whoever was on the line that I decided something else was in order. I slinked to the floor and before he could protest I took his length into my mouth and started swirling my tongue before continuing to suck vigorously.

His breath came out in a hiss. He grabbed my hair and yanked me back. When he shook his head, I pouted while I waited for him to finish his call.

“Willa…” he started to say

“I don’t care. I don’t care if the Rau are invading right now, ok?” I interrupted

“Milton found the paintings,” he announced

If there was anything that Mathias could have said at that moment to bring me out of my lustful state, it was that.

“Where are they?” I asked as I jumped up and clutched the sheet to my naked body.

“He uncovered a clue in the diary I found.” Mathias said as he walked away from me into the bathroom

I stood there stupefied. I must not have heard him correctly. If there was a diary concerning any clues as to the paintings surely, I would have known about its existence.

I finally fled into the bathroom after him and found him in the closet pulling on clothes. “What diary?”

“When I was in Yuma, I found a small book lodged behind your bookcase,” he said calmly. “At first I thought it was yours. I tried to read it but then I realized that it had been written in some archaic language.”

I peered around the room moving my head back and forth until finally Mathias asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for cameras.” I answered. “Surely this must be some joke.”

“I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry.”

“You forgot to tell me.” I said slowly. “You forgot to tell me that you found a diary that contained information on items that I have been trying to find for months.”

“I’m sorry, ok?” he said angrily. “I fucked up. I should have told you, but I was a little busy trying not to kill you since I came back to the island.”

“Hmmm, let’s see, ‘Willa, I found a diary with clues about the Fae Sanctities’. That’s how many words? Eleven? You mean to tell me you were too busy to say these particular eleven words to me in the past few days?”

“Can we not do this right now?” he asked, pulling on a black long sleeved shirt.

“Un-fucking-believable,” I said in a huff. I grabbed a pair of jeans, underwear and my own black long sleeved shirt. I dressed as quickly as I could before I faced Mathias again. He had changed his shirt to dark gray.

“We matched,” he said before leaving the closet

I stomped out of the closet after him; I then teleported to the living room so I could confront him when I saw that he had left the room in a sprint.

“This conversation is not over.” I declared angrily

“Yes it is,” he said just as pissy as me. “I apologized for my oversight. This conversation is done.”

“In your mind it’s done. In my mind, it’s still going on and on and on.”

Mathias rubbed his eyes. “Christ on a crutch. Willa, you can yell at me later.”

Just then Cupcake and Oscar came into the room and stood between us. I stalked over to the door to let them out.

“Polly.” I yelled. When she didn’t answer, I yelled again. Finally, she appeared in the crooked doorway of her new home.

“Jeez, what’s crawled up your butt?” she asked grouchily

“I have to go to the Guardian offices.” I replied. “Milton has found the paintings. Do you want to know how?”

“Oh do tell,” she answered sleepily

“From a diary that Mathias found at my house in Yuma.” I said sweetly

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked

“I just found out.” I answered. “Apparently someone was too busy to say eleven words to me over the last few days.”

“Sucks to be you Mathias,” Polly chuckled. “Good luck.”

“Feed the dogs and keep an eye on them. I’ll hit your digits up later.”

“No problem. Have fun. Wish I could be there. Not.” And with that she ushered Cupcake and Oscar inside her camper and slammed the door.

“There.” I said striding past Mathias. “I’m ready.”

Mathias was over by my side in a heartbeat. He pushed his hands into my hair and crushed his lips to mine. When he finally withdrew, we were both breathing heavily.

“This is not over,” he said. “We will finish what we started later.”

“I may just go ahead and finish without you.” I replied saucily. “After all you seem to have no problem withholding things from me.”

I laughed when he glared menacingly at me. I took his hands, and we were outside the Guardian offices. As we walked down the dark stairway suddenly Mathias grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. He ground his hips into mine, and when I felt his heaviness near my sex I almost sunk to the ground. Luckily he held me up.

“Might I suggest you think about what you would be missing before you threaten to withhold anything from me?”

He took in my stricken expression and laughed as he disappeared through the doorway.

Peckerhead, I thought.

 
Chapter Nine

“Did you know about this?” I asked Jeremiah when I walked into the conference room. Winifred, my parents, Julia were already gathered, along with Milton, Riah and Robert.

“Mathias told me about it yesterday,” he replied. “Why?”

“Oh, just wondering.” I said before shooting an irritated look at Mathias. He responded by rolling his eyes that only increased my foul mood.

“What did you find Milton?” Mathias asked. “Were you able to translate the diary?”

“I did,” he answered excitedly. “Well, most of it, but we’ll get to that.”

“So where are they?” Riah asked

“The paintings are indeed in England. They are located at the family home of Viscount Ravenwood in Salisbury.” he replied

“Ravenwood?”
  I asked looking at Riah who had gone still, “As in Riah’s family?”

“It’s a remarkable coincidence.” Winifred remarked

“I do not think it is a coincidence.” Julia said thoughtfully

“What’s the story here Milton?” Mathias asked impatiently

“King Cormagglia is the one who commissioned the paintings by Patcoena. He was the one that was behind all of this. According to Patcoena’s diary, the king was concerned when his wife birthed a daughter. He surmised that one day the Fae Lords would try to overthrow her from the throne. What I gathered was that he was the one who created the Sanctities as well as wanted to leave behind a clue of sorts for the one chosen to wield those weapons.”