Page 28 of Forever My Siren Luna

I freeze, and Killian perks up, a tinge of excitement traveling through him.

“Brush your hair?” I asked.

“Yes!” she huffed, exasperated with me. “It’s night time. It’s my kissing brushing time with that jerk. Give him to me.”

“I want to, but I’m scared,”Killian admits. “She’s mad.”

“She might be more mad if you don’t get out here and do it,”I told him.

He huffed, then pushed forward, taking over for me and carrying her inside back to our bedchamber. Cherum is following closely behind, and stops a maid on the way to ask her to help ready my mate for bed.

Holding her in my arms again, even with her singing off-key and waving her hands in the air in her drunk tirade, feels absolutely amazing. I never thought I would get this chance again. After what happened earlier, I knew her coming home to me, or coming back to the packhouse at all for sleep may never happen, but here she is.

Yes, she’s not entirely with it and her scent is overpowered by booze, but she’s still here in my arms. It’s where I always want her to be and I’ll take it any way I can.

When we get to our room, I sit her on the bed as I pick up the brush, and she immediately starts to undress.

“What are you doing?!” Killian stops her hands.

Val chuckles deeply, then moves up on her knees, flattening her tongue on the side of my face, surprising all of us as she runs it from my chin to my hairline before shifting into her beast form.

She ripped the clothes right off Lira, which is probably why she was trying to undress.

“Oh, the lass is going to be mighty embarrassed to hear of this tomorrow,” Cherum grumbles, letting in the maids as Killian begins the process of running the brush over Val’s furr. She is lying across the bed, purring with each stroke.

“I missed this,”he admits to me, watching her finally calm frame relax into the bed with such tenderness. “I missed mate.”

“I missed them too, buddy,”I said, watching his movements.

The maids and Cherum stand by as Killian works through her fur, and when I’m about halfway through, Val is deep asleep and unconsciously gives control back to Lira.

There she is, completely naked in my bed, mumbling something about shoe laces in her sleep. Killian, scared of his restraint, retreats back into my head, giving me control.

Cherum and I avert our gazes away from her, and he directs the maids to get her in a dress or gown. When they try to touch her, her eyes fly open and she snarls ferociously.

“It’s hot!” She snapped. “Get off me.”

“Lira,” I went up next to her and tried to help the maids, but it was to no avail. She was dodging every attempt to get the dress around her neck. “Come on, Lira. You will hate me tomorrow if you wake up naked in the packhouse.”

“It’s hot!” She snapped again, this time almost biting one of the maids.

“Let her go,” I told them. “She isn’t going to let you near her face.” I’m going to have to do this.

“I don’t want a dress,” she grumbled when I tried again. “It’s too hot. Where’s my tunic?”

It’s in a hundred little scraps on the floor.

An idea comes to me, and I slip out of my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders and offer it to her. “Would this be better?”

Her eyes aren’t on the shirt. They’re on my chest, her hand coming out and touching me, then trailing down to the waistline of my pants. I notice the shiver that travels up her arms from the sparks, and I almost smirk.

Almost.

“You’re very good-looking for such an arrogant bastard,” she sighs.

“Thanks,” I muttered dryly, before somehow managing to finally get her in my shirt.

She is just staring at me, and I think it’s at my chest, but then her hand lands on the necklace hanging off my throat. “This is mine.”