The Longing of Lone Wolves: Season of the Wolf, a Fantasy Shifter Romance (Fae Guardians Book 1) by Lana Pecherczyk

Author:Lana Pecherczyk [Pecherczyk, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Clarke hadn’t received a gift like the one in Rush’s hands for… she blinked, trying to remember. It hadn’t been since her father had given her the charm bracelet and the watch.

He’d carved it himself.

“When did you have time to do this?” she asked.

“To be honest”—he scratched his head—“I started when we were walking here. I just didn’t know what it was until earlier tonight.”

Her finger traced over the intricate pattern around the dial. Roses and willow branches. “You’re very talented.”

He touched his fingers to his lips and hand-signed his thanks.

She shifted toward the fire to see the palm sized sundial better, trying hard to hold in her emotion, but her brows knitted together with the effort.

“You don’t like it?”

She turned, eyes watering. “I love it. I… I’m speechless. Why?”

A pink tinge stained his cheeks and he dipped his gaze. “I don’t know. I think... I think I just wanted to give you something you needed. Something that could help you, even after I’m gone.”

His words hit the deepest part of her soul. Never before had anyone thought about her needs before his. Twice now. He’d saved her life at the bog. And now this? Suddenly, she no longer felt like a foreigner in a strange land. She felt like her old life was a dream, and this was her new reality. She crossed the floor, intending to thank him, but he stepped back and lifted his palms out.

“I don’t want you to think I did this to manipulate you, or...”

To force her, he meant. The alarm in his eyes hurt to see. It shot straight to her heart and stabbed deep.

“Rush.” She swallowed. “But I do like you. You haven’t forced me. You’ve done quite the opposite. You made every attempt to make me hate you, yet… here I am. Wanting you.”

His lips parted, eyes wide. He didn’t believe her.

She flattened her lips and pulled the vials from beneath her shirt. “Look.” She handed them to him, speaking fast and bumbling. “I intended to use these on you, or with you, or whatever. Anise sold them to me. She’s the barmaid downstairs. Apparently elves love their elixirs. Do you know what they are?”

His gaze narrowed on the pink and blue vial and then sharpened with recognition. He growled and threw the blue into the fire. Flames burst as though gasoline had been thrown. Still agitated, he braced his hands on the mantle, head bowed. Every muscle in his back rippled with restraint as he took a moment to calm himself.

“Jeeze,” she blurted. “You fae are sensitive with your masculinity.”

He whipped around, eyes blazing. “I don’t need any help being aroused for my mate.”

Clarkes eyes dipped to below his belt and saw the evidence tenting there. She had to bite her cheek to hold back a smile. “Nope. No you don’t.”

Anguish stifled his expression. He turned back to the fire. “You think this is funny?”

He wanted her. Now he knew she wanted him. So why was he avoiding her? Had she not been clear enough? She wasn’t ready before.

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