Page 49 of His Little Devil

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Page 49 of His Little Devil

“Does your mom know that you’re down here?” I ask her, and she rolls her blue eyes.

“She’s the one who sent me to find you. You are late for supper and my stomach won’t stop talking about it. She's worried about you, and I'm hungry. Mom made homemade mac and cheese with the good bacon,” she whines and rubs her stomach.

“I think that means it’s time for you to call it,” Kalee says with a small laugh. I toss her some more cash and stand.

My head feels fuzzy, but that’s how I like it. If it was left to me, I would stay in a perpetual drunken state until we leave.

There are only a few more days until I’ll be back at the cottage.

Mylie takes my hand and tugs me up the beach, but I freeze, thinking back to what she said. Her mom wasn’t making dinner tonight. She had plans to go somewhere good for dinner. She’s been talking about the restaurant all week.

Ripping my hand from hers, I turn and stare.

“Who are you?” I ask, and Mylie looks shocked before giving me a smirk. Her face has a perfect sheen to it, and if I wasn’t drinking, I would have noticed the glamour sooner.

“I’m impressed, Donovan. There may be hope for you yet.” With a wave of her hand, Mylie’s face disappears, and there stands Luke.

My blood boils, and I’m about to start throwing fireballs at his face, but he doesn’t give me a chance.

With a snap of his fingers, I start to shrink. “What are you doing? I feel funny,” I groan, but my voice doesn’t sound normal. If I had to guess what it did sound like, I would say feline.

Luke hovers over the top of me, then bends and scoops me into his arms. “Oh, aren't you a handsome little guy? Yes, this will do quite nicely. Now, let’s get you home to my bride,” he coos.

KANE

“One more time, love,” I shout, and Silver glares at me. “The harder you fight your inner magic, the more time and endurance it’s going to take!” I grumble.

“What the hell happened to the woman who made an entire room full of muffins? This isn’t hard. All you need to do is picture the clothes in your mind,” I remind her again.

Earlier, Silver mentioned that she didn’t like wearing the lingerie, but it’s all that Layna and Luke have provided. I asked her why she didn’t just conjure other things, and she looked at me like I was crazy.

I know I’ve only given her one lesson, but surely Luke, Thimon, or Merida have been teaching her things too.

How is she going to perform the ritual at the wedding tomorrow night if she can’t even conjure a fucking bra?

“Okay, love, I am getting frustrated and hungry. Let’s take a break,” I suggest and she sighs. Her shoulders droop, and she looks exhausted.

I wave my hand and dress her in some comfortable pants and a sweatshirt that belongs to me.

“I’m never going to get the hang of all of this,” she mumbles, then pulls the hood over her head and tries to hide.

Moving closer to her, I laugh. “I have had centuries to hone my craft, love. Just take it day by day. Now, how about I take you for a walk around your new home?” Looking up at me, she nods and I offer her my hand to take.

She accepts, and I portal us to the volcano. There is a bench made out of souls in front of it, and I lead her there then conjure us a picnic basket of sorts.

“Is it always so hot?” she moans, taking the sweatshirt off, and I nod. Closing her eyes, she tries to focus, and I bite my bottom lip when she conjures a bikini on herself.

Opening her eyes, she looks so proud, and I can’t stop myself from leaning over and taking her lips with mine.

Fuck, she tastes like sin, and something heavenly—a total juxtaposition. The connection I feel to her has my magic going wild.

Closing my eyes, I try to control it. Silver moans into my mouth and I know if we don’t separate, I’m going to disobey Luke right here and now.

The way I react to her isn't natural and it's starting to make me wonder if she's my fated mate.

It's rare for my kind, but not unheard of. And if I needed to pick someone to spend the rest of eternity with Silver Forest would be at the top of my list.

Gently pushing her away, I rest my forehead on hers. “We should stop. How about a snack?”




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