“Well…”
The words he left off practically spoke for him. If I was truly here, Fyn would’ve had more permissions for me. I couldn’t do much to him in my ghostly state. I dragged my fingers up and down his chest, edging nearer to his dick with each pass, making his breath sharpen.
“It’s alright,” I said. “I understand.”
“My apologies.”
“Don’t. It’s the truth. With my limited abilities, what don’t you want me to do?”
“The same as I said earlier, you can touch me whenever. I like it, but maybe not anywhere personal unless you wish to start something,” he answered. That was more than a fair request. One, I could easily honor. I mean, he didn’t want me groping him when I wasn’t interested in helping him finish; I got that. However, I believed he underestimated exactly how much and how often I would want to start something.
“Do you like to have sex in public?” I asked, fingers brushing his hips.
“I—” he broke off, taking a heaving breath. “I’ve never thought about it much.”
“Hmm,” I said, moving to lean over him. “What if someone came in right now and saw you needy? Saw you utterly desperate for me? They wouldn’t see me, but they would see your cock hard and pressed against your pants. What if you were stroking yourself while calling my name?”
Fyn groaned, rubbing his bulge. I flicked at him until he pulled away. From his reaction, it was safe to say he liked the idea, but I needed him to say it out loud. This was something I loved, something I’d always loved—the chance of exposure.
“Would you like that, Sunshine?” I pressed, my fingers dragging up his stomach to circle where I was pretty sure one of his nipples was.
“Yes.”
I licked my lips. “I do as well.” I’d always been an exhibitionist, and it was perfect that Fyn was into it as well. “Now, can I see you?”
He glanced at the open archway beyond the glowing stones. “Perhaps we should go to my quarters.”
So he wasn’t ready yet. I was. I loved the thought of someone catching us together, but I wouldn’t force Fyn to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Perhaps one day I would convince him to have sex up here or in the garden. The image of him laying on the mossy ground in the greenhouse while he stroked his erect dick, made me groan.
“Hurry,” I said.
Fyn stood and began to extinguish the glowing stones by touching them with a single finger. I glanced at the windows, bouncing on the balls of my feet. One of them looked over theterrace. Fyn could fly down, and I could jump, speeding the process up. I needed him on his back, cock in hand. Now.
When he finished, I said, “Hurry up, Sunshine. I need you.” I raced to the window and leaped without any hesitation.
“Caleb!” His name tore from my lips as he vanished over the edge. I dove out the window, wings extending. He glanced at me, mouth open and forehead wrinkled. My hands slid through him when I tried to snatch him out of the air.
The ground rapidly approached, forcing me to open my wings. I shot up and screamed, “Caleb!”
He landed with no issue and gaped up at me. I sped to the ground, scouring him. “Caleb.”
“I’m fine, Sunshine,” he said, but my soul continued to thrash against my ribs. Caleb’s arms went around me, making me shiver. “I’m alright. I’m… a ghost. Remember? I can’t die again.”
It was true, but the moment I saw him go out the window all of my instincts screamed to grab him. Logic had fled. Caleb had been in danger, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him.
“Do not do that again,” I snarled, breathing harshly, then added, “Please.”
“You’re being ridiculous, Sunshine.”
“Am I?” I didn’t believe so. My instincts demanded I keep Caleb tucked safely against me. He belonged there after all. Caleb belonged beside me, and I belonged next to him.
“Yes.” His fingers followed their usual pattern up my spine, over my shoulder blades, and down my sides.
I lowered my head, wanting to taste his lips, but I refrained. “Can I call you mate?”
“I would like that.”
“Excellent. Mate.”
