Able to feel him staring at her across the jet, Angel chose instead to keep her gaze on the window. After all, it was her first time outside of Dale and she was determined to make the most of it. She hadn’t come just to stare at Layon the entire time or put up with his alpha male bullshit. Yet even as she gazed out at the open ocean, marveling at the white caps of the waves, all she could really think about was how pissed off she was with herself. Layon had practically offered her exactly what both she and her wolf were craving, and yet she’d been stupid enough to turn him down. Worse, she’d been stupid enough to strike him. His constant staring, goading her and clearly attempting to make her uncomfortable, wasn’t helping. In fact, it was doing quite the opposite, making her want to charge across the jet and jump right into his lap. Her insides were twisting with desire and her thighs squeezed together at the heat that was pooling between them. The more he stared, the more she r
She's so beautiful.The thought came unbidden into Layon's mind as he caught himself staring at Angel who, by the sound of her gentle breathing, was now fastasleep in an awkward position in the chair across from him thanks to the belt around her waist that she now refused to take off. Thinking of how fearful she'd been for him when the jet had been jolting all over and he'd hit his head, he couldn't help but smile. She was feisty and stubborn and more than a little annoying at times, but she was also cute and beautiful throughout. Even nowwith her red hair a wild mess, half hiding her creamy face, she was all he could see.Stop it, he snarled at himself the moment he realized what he was doing. It didn't matter what he wanted, that he wanted to cross the jet andgive it another go at getting intimate with her again, once they were off the jet everything would revert right back to normal. Why put ourselves through it?Layon asked himself, knowing that if he allowed himself to have
After easily getting through security, Angel couldn't help but wonder what she had been worrying about. Of course, they'd have had no problems, not when the security guard checking them was a female fairy who quite clearly had the hots for Layon. Angel had been forced to grit her teeth the entire time watching as the pink-haired pixie-featured woman ran her hands all over his body in a long and very drawn-out search, giggling and fluttering her pink eyelashes at him the entire time. The way that Layon had flirted in return didn’t help the matter, but there was one good thing about it. With the woman's attention on him, she barely batted an eyelid in Angel's direction, leaving them in the clear to wander right out of the airport. "Could you be any more cringe?" Angel asked almost as soon as they had made it through security and were headed through the airport in the direction of the main doors. Though the airport itself was cooled by aircon, Angel's overly sensitive shifter skin coul
From the outside, the fairy court looked like nothing more than an old gothic cathedral, but on the inside, it was like something out of a fairytale. A huge stone castle fortress with a literal forest growing inside. Every wall, archway, and window was decorated with vines and trees and climbing plants. Birds, bees, and other insects hummed throughout the place. The scents that filled the air were nothing like that of the pollution of the human world outside the court's doors, and Layon and Angel glanced at each other in astonishment several times as they were led down the forested hallways by a rather tall and pretty fairy whose professional demeanor left her looking strict and unapproachable. “This place can’t be real,” Angel exclaimed when they had been walking for several minutes. Layon couldn’t help but admire the innocent astonishment on her face that made her look even more angelically beautiful than normal. “It’s huge compared to the outside!” Layon had to agree. They se
The feather-light silks that the fairies had draped over her in a sheer gown that left little to the imagination were softer than anything Angel had ever worn before. They seemed as soft and fragile as spider silk, and it took her a while to grow used to the movement of them, fearful that they might slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. The only thing that seemed to hold them in place was the golden rope belt that had been tied loosely around her waist. She stared at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that was surrounded by grape vines, barely able to recognize herself. So used to seeing herself in leather and black and the odd skater dress, she felt as though she had stepped into some kind of fairytale. The attendants that had been assigned to her were like handmaids, and they'd brushed out her hair into long cascading curls that fell over her shoulders like red waterfalls, decorated here and there with irises. The paleness of the silks she wore against her creamy porc
Still flustered from his moment alone with Angel, Layon was entirely unprepared to face the fairy queen. She sat upon her throne made of twisted tree roots and branches, a crown of grape vines upon her head, the most ethereal and regal beauty that Layon had ever seen in his life. Yet it was not a beauty that could be entirely attractive because beneath it was a sense of danger, a sense of wisdom, an ageless being that seemed to be able to maim and kill with a look. She could not be looked upon for very long and Layon found himself bowing his head low in her presence, confused by the feeling of submissiveness she caused within him as his wolf tried to battle against it. "Why are you here?" the queen demanded, her voice both musical and menacing, sending a shiver down Layon's spine. "We have come to bring my sister, Reebah Silverdale, home," Layon announced, then thinking quickly he added, "Your Majesty." He could feel her ice-cold stare on him and was more than a little relieve
They were practically thrown into Angel's room as though they were prisoners being hounded into a cell. The lack of windows made the place claustrophobic even with all the trees and flowers pumping oxygen into the room, and for several minutes she stood silently watching Layon pace up and down, long after the door was locked behind them. "Layon, what is going on here?" Angel asked when she found she could take the silence no longer. Layon stopped his pacing for only a moment to gaze at her with a pained expression before starting all over again "This was a terrible idea," he mumbled almost as if he was talking to himself more than her. "I never should have brought you here." "Layon, what does the fairy queen know?" Angel asked, fearful that she already knew the answer. And if she did, it would make going home next to impossible, not only for her but for them both. She took a step toward him and again he paused, looking at her with such a conflicted stare that she wanted noth
They might have been lying there for several minutes or even hours.Layon couldn't be sure, but he found it was not long enough when he heard the sound of knocking on the guestroom door. Angel tensed against him. Stroking her hair back from her forehead, he kissed her gently upon the head before calling, "What is it?""Your sister and the queen's grand-nephew arrive, sir!"yelled one of the guards from the other side of the door. At the same moment, Layon andAngel broke into action, offering each other an alarmed glance as they hurried to make themselves more presentable. Layon couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched Angel flit up from the bed, looking almost as thoughshe were a fairy herself in her long silken gown.His attention was drawn away from her by the opening door, and he found that he only just managed to drag his pants back on before his sister and her boyfriend wandered into the room. Reebah's face twisted with a look of disbelief the moment she entered.