My Guardian (Bewitched and Bewildered Book 6) by Alanea Alder Page B
Authors: Alanea Alder
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meet with the other units, so he wanted to take advantage of his visit."
"So where do you live?"
Adriel lifted their joined hands and pointed down the street. "I am the very last house. It is set a bit apart from the others. As the unit leader, I did not want to make them feel like I was breathing down their necks."
"Or they could think that you were trying to act superior to them."
Adriel froze in his tracks. "You do not think they really viewed my actions in that manner, do you?"
Eva tilted her head and looked at him. He found her orange and amber colored eyes mesmerizing. "Probably not since you're very sincere, and your actions show you put the men first. But it could be seen that way by others."
Adriel began to go over his interactions with the men. Did they believe him to be rank conscious? Was he alienating himself from them, and if he was, was he missing things that a good leader would see because of it? He frowned until he felt soft lips on his. He stepped back, surprised. She laughed at his expression.
"Didn't mean to startle you, but you looked too serious. Your thoughts were taking you away from me, and I didn't like it."
"You can reach my lips." He blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
Her cheeks flushed as she dropped his hand to wrap her arms around his neck. "I am kinda tall."
"I like it. Truly. I do not have to bend in half for a kiss. I do not know how my commander manages with his mate being so tiny."
"She's pregnant; I'm pretty sure they figured it out."
He laughed. In the past two days, he had laughed twice. That was more than he had in years. Maybe the city had needed a crazy human and a sexy tiger to breathe new life into the ancient halls.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this." He pointed to their path. "For walking with me and talking. I cannot remember having so lovely a time."
She gave him a wicked smile and stepped back. "Get us to your house and it will get better."
He tilted his head back and began to picture anything but his mate naked and begging. He had sworn to himself that whenever he was blessed with a mate, he would court her and take things slow; he would do it right. He looked back down, and she winked at him.
Gods above give him strength.
They started walking again and his eyes strayed to perfectly rounded ass encased in worn denim.
And stamina.
*****
When they arrived at his house, he found that he was nervous. He had been living alone for centuries, but despite the many years, he had not accumulated much. He opened the door, and she walked inside.
"There is not much..." he began. But he caught her expression. Her eyes were wide with wonder, and she took in every small detail.
Though he did not have a lot, what he did have was very special to him. He had collected small pieces here and there in his travels; in the human world, they would be considered priceless, but to him each told a story.
"Everything is so clean and perfect. I mean, I kinda figured it would be clean since your collar is starched and your uniform looks like it's made of cardboard, but I thought it would be like hospital clean. This feels homey." Her nose twitched. "Is that cinnamon?"
He nodded and led her to a small kitchen. When he was home, he kept a handful of cinnamon sticks in a small pot of water on the stove.
He pointed to the small silver pot. "My mother taught me that. Growing up, I believed that her kitchen was the most magical place in any of the four cities."
Eva turned to him her eyes sad. "You miss her very much, don't you?"
He took a deep breath and froze his features. "I do."
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You don't have to do that, you know. I won't tell anyone if you get upset. You're my mate, and anything that happens between us, stays between us. You can drop your mask with me."
Her words snapped the strings that held his facade in place. When his mask fell away, it felt as if a huge weight fell to the ground with it. He slumped
"So where do you live?"
Adriel lifted their joined hands and pointed down the street. "I am the very last house. It is set a bit apart from the others. As the unit leader, I did not want to make them feel like I was breathing down their necks."
"Or they could think that you were trying to act superior to them."
Adriel froze in his tracks. "You do not think they really viewed my actions in that manner, do you?"
Eva tilted her head and looked at him. He found her orange and amber colored eyes mesmerizing. "Probably not since you're very sincere, and your actions show you put the men first. But it could be seen that way by others."
Adriel began to go over his interactions with the men. Did they believe him to be rank conscious? Was he alienating himself from them, and if he was, was he missing things that a good leader would see because of it? He frowned until he felt soft lips on his. He stepped back, surprised. She laughed at his expression.
"Didn't mean to startle you, but you looked too serious. Your thoughts were taking you away from me, and I didn't like it."
"You can reach my lips." He blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
Her cheeks flushed as she dropped his hand to wrap her arms around his neck. "I am kinda tall."
"I like it. Truly. I do not have to bend in half for a kiss. I do not know how my commander manages with his mate being so tiny."
"She's pregnant; I'm pretty sure they figured it out."
He laughed. In the past two days, he had laughed twice. That was more than he had in years. Maybe the city had needed a crazy human and a sexy tiger to breathe new life into the ancient halls.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this." He pointed to their path. "For walking with me and talking. I cannot remember having so lovely a time."
She gave him a wicked smile and stepped back. "Get us to your house and it will get better."
He tilted his head back and began to picture anything but his mate naked and begging. He had sworn to himself that whenever he was blessed with a mate, he would court her and take things slow; he would do it right. He looked back down, and she winked at him.
Gods above give him strength.
They started walking again and his eyes strayed to perfectly rounded ass encased in worn denim.
And stamina.
*****
When they arrived at his house, he found that he was nervous. He had been living alone for centuries, but despite the many years, he had not accumulated much. He opened the door, and she walked inside.
"There is not much..." he began. But he caught her expression. Her eyes were wide with wonder, and she took in every small detail.
Though he did not have a lot, what he did have was very special to him. He had collected small pieces here and there in his travels; in the human world, they would be considered priceless, but to him each told a story.
"Everything is so clean and perfect. I mean, I kinda figured it would be clean since your collar is starched and your uniform looks like it's made of cardboard, but I thought it would be like hospital clean. This feels homey." Her nose twitched. "Is that cinnamon?"
He nodded and led her to a small kitchen. When he was home, he kept a handful of cinnamon sticks in a small pot of water on the stove.
He pointed to the small silver pot. "My mother taught me that. Growing up, I believed that her kitchen was the most magical place in any of the four cities."
Eva turned to him her eyes sad. "You miss her very much, don't you?"
He took a deep breath and froze his features. "I do."
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You don't have to do that, you know. I won't tell anyone if you get upset. You're my mate, and anything that happens between us, stays between us. You can drop your mask with me."
Her words snapped the strings that held his facade in place. When his mask fell away, it felt as if a huge weight fell to the ground with it. He slumped
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