by Donna Grant
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Kinsey had feared she was what bothered Ryder, but to hear it from his lips. And the way he said it—as if admitting it was the last thing he wanted to do.
The longing in his voice nearly broke her. She stared into his hazel eyes and melted. With thirteen simple words, he blasted his way through the walls around her heart.
And it scared her as nothing else could.
Her heart and soul were fully exposed, as if she were standing naked in the hallway. Ryder watched her with expectation and hope. Everything she wanted was right before her. She just had to have the strength—and guts—to take the chance again.
She knew Ryder’s secrets now. For three days she’d lived in his world.
Because I can no’ have you.
Kinsey wanted to rest her head on his chest and wrap her arms around him. She wanted to lean on him once more and let him shoulder her troubles. She wanted to know that he would be with her each morning when she woke.
She wanted the dream she’d once had with Ryder. She wanted it all.
He moved closer to her until their bodies were nearly touching. “Tell me you doona want me. Say the words, Kins, and I’ll never bother you again.”
Was he serious? As if she could say them. She couldn’t have said them the day she arrived at Dreagan, and she certainly couldn’t now.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
He dropped his chin to his chest and sighed, a pleased look passing over his face.
“Perhaps the two of you could continue this after dinner,” Con said.
Kinsey had completely forgotten Con was there. She’d been so absorbed with Ryder that everyone vanished.
Ryder smiled as he lifted his head. “I agree. We’ve already kept the others waiting too long.”
Kinsey found herself walking between two very handsome Dragon Kings. A few days ago, it would’ve been disconcerting. Now, it just seemed like an everyday occurrence.
They got a few steps from the painting before Con said, “I’m pleased you didna think I looked too aggressive.”
Her feet halted as she stared after Con entering the arched entryway to the dining room. Con. The gold dragon was Con? Why hadn’t she thought to ask who it was?
“I was going to tell you it was Con when he walked up and shook his head to stop me,” Ryder said.
Kinsey looked at him and laughed. “At least I didn’t say something stupid.”
“You said everything right. Con is warming to you.”
“Right,” she said with a snort. “I don’t think Con warms to anyone.”
Their conversation ended when they walked into the dining room. The room had an even more inviting and warm look than the rest of the house, if that were possible.
The table was a rich dark brown with years of use evident in the markings. It only made the table more beautiful, in her opinion.
The legs of the table were carved into dragons and it appeared as if the table rested upon the shoulders of the dragons.
“Dragons holding up the world,” Kinsey mused. Art mimicked real life. She wondered if the Kings even knew it.
Ryder leaned close. “What?”
“Nothing,” she told him as he guided her past chairs already filled to two empty seats across from each other.
Kinsey was seated beside Lexi on one side and a handsome man with impossibly long black hair and eyes the color of champagne on the other.
Grace sat across from him and winked at Kinsey before grinning like a fool at the man. “This is Arian,” Grace said.
Kinsey nodded at him, and was greeted with a smile.
“I’ve heard a great deal about you,” Arian said. “I’m glad you could finally join us.”
“Me, too.” What else was Kinsey supposed to say? Her parents’ entire house could easily fit inside the dining room it was so large. And she didn’t even try to introduce herself to everyone. There were too many people, and she’d never remember their names.
But they were all looking her way. It was like being under a microscope. She understood their curiousness, because she felt the same about them. Thankfully, everyone was pleasant, offering smiles and waves when she looked their way.
Once Con took his seat, there was a moment of silence. As if on cue, everyone reached for a dish and then passed it to the right.
It wasn’t long before each dish had passed before Kinsey—and there were many. She chose her food and set about eating, listening to the many conversations around her.
“We’re getting close,” Ryder said to a man on the other side of Arian.
“Can you work faster?” the man said.
Thorn grunted next to Ryder. “You’re welcome to join us anytime, Laith.”
Laith laughed. “I’ve got a pub to run, remember?”
A pub? That shouldn’t surprise Kinsey. They did sell the finest Scotch in all the world. Why not own a pub? She was beginning to think there wasn’t anything Dreagan didn’t have its fingers into in some way.
Lexi leaned over and asked, “You overwhelmed yet?”
“Does it show?” she asked, praying she appeared as calm as she wanted to.
Lexi grinned and took a drink of wine. “Not at all. You’re doing a good job. I think the first time I sat at this table I’d been at Dreagan a month.”
A month?! And Ryder had only given her a few days?! Kinsey was going to have a serious talk with Ryder when they were alone.
“Even during that time I’d met over half of everyone,” Lexi continued. “Still. It was a tremendous amount. You’re doing terrific for only a few days.”
Kinsey smiled tightly at Ryder. “I think I’m going to kill him.”
Lexi laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth with her napkin. “I’d like to see that.”
“Be at my room at midnight.”
Lexi elbowed her with a wink. “You do know that’s Ryder’s room?”
Oh my God! What else was she going to learn? Maybe she shouldn’t ask that. It was tempting the universe to throw something else at her.
Lexi turned to the woman on her other side and began talking, leaving Kinsey to once more eavesdrop on other conversations.
A few minutes passed before Arian looked at her and said, “How are you finding things at Dreagan?”
“Beautiful, intriguing, magical, and welcoming.”
“You sound surprised at the last part.”
She looked into his champagne eyes and nodded as she swallowed her bite of food. “I am. I’m not sure what I expected when I arrived and realized this was where Ryder lived.” She glanced at Ryder to find him deep in conversation. “When I understood I was surrounded by Dragon Kings, I imagined…” She stopped, unable to find the words.
“The worst,” Arian supplied for her.
Kinsey set down her fork and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Yes. I do believe I did. Though, until I prove my innocence, I’ll keep expecting the worst.”
“Ryder willna allow anything to happen to you.”
Arian said it with such conviction, as if everyone could see it but her. Kinsey put her hands in her lap and looked at her plate. “Why do you say that?”
“Open your eyes, Kinsey. It’s right there for you to see, if you’ll allow yourself.”
She turned her head to him. “I assume you know my past with Ryder.”
“I do,” he said with a bow of his head. “Doona consider us gossiping about you, but rather a group worried about one of our brothers.”
She raised her hand to stop him. “Of course. There’s no need to explain. You’re a family, and families protect their own. The thing is, I thought he was The One.”
“And now he’s no’?” Arian asked with a frown.
Kinsey glanced around the table at all the faces talking, laughing, and enjoying life. “He left me.”
Arian blew out a breath. “Can you no’ forgive him?”
She didn’t know why she felt the need to confide in Arian. Having only just met him, s
he shouldn’t be telling him anything, and yet she opened up to him. “I’m afraid to.”
“You’re afraid he’ll hurt you again, aye?”
She nodded.
Arian shifted so that he was turned toward her. “Ryder is a good man. We all make mistakes. Immortality doesna mean we’re perfect. In many cases, we make more mistakes than mortals.”
“I couldn’t handle another heartbreak like that.”
“I was never in love before my Grace, so I can no’ pretend to know what you’re feeling. Although, I can tell you that you’re no’ the only one sitting at this table who’s been hurt in the past. There’s Sophie, who was hurt terribly by the man she loved.”
Kinsey looked down the table to the left to see who Arian was looking at. There was a redhead with a vibrant smile who gave a nod to them. Kinsey looked at Arian. “So she forgave him?”
Arian made a face. “In order to move on with her life she did. It also gave her the power to love again with Darius.”
In other words, there wasn’t a soul at Dreagan who was in her same predicament. No one could begin to understand her worry about trusting someone who had ripped her heart out before.
“Everyone deserves a chance,” Arian said. “Con’s giving you one because Ryder asked. Consider giving Ryder another chance. You just might be surprised.”
By the time dessert arrived, Kinsey was more confused than ever. Her emotions were all tangled and mixed so she didn’t know where one ended and another began.
She wanted to be with Ryder, but the fear stopped her cold. The past three years had been the worst of her life. Lonely nights, lonesome holidays, and empty relationships that went nowhere.
They—whoever the hell “they” were—said that whatever didn’t kill you made you stronger.
Kinsey wasn’t so sure of that. She felt trampled, crushed by all she’d endured. Yes, she’d survived because a new day dawned and she had to work to pay her bills. So she got up, showered, dressed, and went to work.
At least there her mind was mostly occupied. It was after work when she had to think about dinner that got her. All her friends were in relationships, and she hated being the third wheel, so she never went with them.
Grocery shopping for one was miserable, but worse was when she went to the movies by herself. She hadn’t thought it would be a big deal. It’s not like she ever talked during a movie.
But it was sitting alone, no one to elbow at the funny parts, or cry with after a sad movie that struck her the most.
So very many lonely nights spent at her cottage. The few times she’d allowed her friends to set her up with blind dates had been disastrous—as they always are. And the dates she found online weren’t much better.
It wasn’t as if she got through a month and shouted for joy that she’d survived. She kept her head down and plowed through one day after the other, only belatedly realizing every New Year’s that another year had passed.
It wasn’t until she reached Dreagan that she felt like she was alive again.
All because of Ryder.
Their gazes clashed, locked. Held.
She knew what he wanted. It was there in his hazel depths. Kinsey gave him a smile. That’s all it took for Ryder to stand and walk around the table to her.
He held out his hand for her. Kinsey didn’t hesitate to give it to him. Neither looked around as they left the dining room and headed to his bedroom.
Whether she could open her heart to him or not, her body wasn’t going to be denied.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Ryder shoved open the door to his room and pulled Kinsey in after him, not bothering to turn on any lights. She yanked at his shirt as he pushed her against the wall for a kiss.
They frantically removed each other’s clothes, losing their balance and laughing through their kisses. The laughter died the moment they were finally skin to skin.
With his chest heaving and desire coiling tightly within him, he ran his hands down her back and over her shapely bum to her thighs. He gripped her legs and lifted her so that she straddled him.
He pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply. Her nails gently scoured his scalp as she moaned and shifted her hips.
Ryder tightened his grip to keep her still. But she was having none of that. She reached between them and grasped his engorged rod, her fingers stroking and teasing.
He moaned, belatedly realizing Kinsey had broken the kiss and somehow managed to slip from his hands. Ryder looked down to find her kneeling in front of him.
His cock jumped eagerly when she lifted her face to him and smiled seductively. A breath left him in a whoosh when her lips slid over his head, taking him deep in her mouth.
The pleasure of her warm mouth over him was exquisite. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back as he fisted his hand in her hair.
The strings that bound him to Kinsey strengthened, tightened as they shared their bodies. The future crystalized before him, and he knew Kinsey had to be a part of it.
She’d softened toward him already, but Ryder knew it still wasn’t enough. He was going to have to prove himself in a big way. Then spend the rest of eternity making up for being the fool who’d walked away from her and the love they shared.
Ryder groaned aloud when she cupped his sac, rolling his balls in her hand. He pulled out of her mouth and tugged her to her feet.
Then he had her against the wall, one hand hooked beneath a knee as he slid inside her. Kinsey’s eyes went wide as he filled her.
There was no need for words. Their hands and lips—their bodies—said everything. The beauty of their lovemaking, the deep connection it wrought, couldn’t be denied by either of them.
And as he looked into Kinsey’s violet eyes, she knew it as well. Whatever walls she’d kept erected around her heart the previous night were coming down, one by one.
Ryder could feel it, sense it. He didn’t bust through them, but instead opted to let them fall when she wanted. Three years ago she began to love him not knowing the real him. Now she knew—everything.
This time her decision would be based on all the facts.
Their gazes were locked as he began to move his hips in long, hard thrusts. Ryder felt his love for her growing, encompassing every inch of him.
He’d left Glasgow without ever telling her. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
“I love you.”
Her lips parted, her gaze searching his to see if he spoke the truth. Ryder was done hiding anything from Kinsey. He wanted her to know every part of him—the good, the bad, and the ugly. She was the only one for him, the only one he could ever see himself standing with.
Ryder didn’t expect her to respond, nor did he let her. He increased his rhythm, pushing her toward her climax. He needed to hear her scream of pleasure, to know that he gave her fulfillment.
He held her close, heart to heart. She was his life, his very breath.
Her fingers dug into his scalp and her breath hitched a moment before he felt her clench around him. She moaned, her eyes falling shut as the climax swept over her.
Ryder watched the pleasure cross her face, the ecstasy and delight that pulled her lips into a small smile that made his gut clench.
His arms held her as she sagged against him. He bent and grasped her other leg, keeping himself deep inside her as he walked to the chair.
He then sat, his hands moving to her hips. Kinsey dropped her head back, her lips open in a soft sigh. With her hands on his shoulders, she began to move her hips.
His balls tightened when she rolled her head from one shoulder to the other before straightening. Then her eyes slowly opened, the seductive glint in her violet depths making his heart beat faster.
Only Kinsey made him feel this way. Millions of years, and a single woman moved him as no one else ever had—or even came close.
The moonlight streamed through the window over her. Ryder caressed a hand up her back as she rotated her hips. As if she knew she held him in thr
all, she pushed him back when he attempted to rise up for a kiss.
She then reached up and pulled her hair free of the ponytail that was half-fallen. He groaned as she shook out her long dark locks.
All the while she continued to move her hips, keeping him at the edge of a climax.
To his delight she ran her hands down her chest, pausing to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. Ryder sucked in a breath when the tiny buds hardened.
Did she have any idea how sexy she was? How she kept him teetering on a climax with little effort?
Ryder followed her hands as they continued down her front to where their bodies met. She caressed her swollen clit and moaned.
And it was more than he could take.
In a split second he had her on her back on the floor as he pounded into her body, the need to claim her body and heart burning fiercely within him.
She met his thrusts, urging him onward. And when he drove so deep inside her that he touched her womb, she held him tight as he climaxed.
* * *
Rhi stared in silence at the piece of paper on the table in front of her. Just as Balladyn had said, it took them going through over sixty books, gathering the clues and pieces together.
The only hiccup came with some of the older texts that were faded too badly to make out. Not even magic fixed them. Those were the parts Balladyn had guessed at, and she agreed with his assumptions.
Then there were the books in an ancient Fae language that hadn’t been used in eons. Rhi understood only a word or two out of an entire paragraph. Balladyn, at least, knew a little more than she, enough to put things together.
It hadn’t taken much to place the words in the correct order. Even as she read them a fourth time, it still sent a shiver over her.
Fae be warned. A group with immense power and magic are judge, jury, and executioners for Death—Reapers. They enforce the law and right balance. Be advised, if a Fae discovers a Reaper …
That’s all they had. It infuriated Rhi that they couldn’t finish the message. She wanted to know what would happen if a Fae discovered a Reaper. Rhi was also curious to know if there was more to the message they hadn’t found yet.
Sixty books to find thirty-three words.