underground.”
The archaic meaning of the word “ark” means refuge. The animals had been safe, deep underground, when The Maker decided to try the whole human experiment again. Noah never really built a boat. In fact, his family being in the refuge at all had been a mistake. Drunk old man had hidden his family from marauders in a cart attached to a horse, which just happened to be on our list to round up.
Of course, the drunk old man took credit for it, when it was all over. Made up the story about building a boat, getting all the animals on it. I’m pretty sure that’s how he story ended up in that book.
Zeph is distracting me again, licking my collarbone like I’m a lollipop.
“You smell so good,” he whispers, his hips pressed into mine. I can feel him growing hard again. I’ve watched a lot of men have sex over the years, but I’ve never known a man like him—so insatiable. Now that I know what he is, it makes so much more sense. “Like honey or syrup or something. Must be the fey in you.”
“Oh, Zeph, I’m getting sore,” I complain when his hand moves between my legs, cupping me. But I moan and lift my hips up anyway.
“Not enough lubrication then.” He licks the shell of my ear, making me shiver, remembering his tongue. “I’ll fix that.”
With a shot of blood in him, he’s even more amorous than before.
“Okay.” I sigh happily as he kisses his way down my body. I can’t resist him. I don’t care if I’m rubbed raw and bleeding—and it’s not that bad, not yet—I won’t be able to say no. I want him. All the time, I want him.
Zeph has just settled himself between my thighs when the doorbell rings.
“Goddamnit!” he swore, grabbing a pair of boxers and yanking them on. “I told him to call first!”
“Who?” I half-sit, frowning at the interruption.
“Char.” Zeph scowls, eyes narrowing as he glances at me. “You stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I nod, but get up anyway, watching as he hops down the hallway, pulling on a pair of jeans as he goes. He disappears around the corner. Zeph answers the door and I hear another man’s voice, but not the words. I know he told me to stay, but I’m too curious—always my downfall—so I grab a robe off the back of Zeph’s door and wrap it around me, heading after him.
“I think I saw a penguin out there, it’s so cold.” A man’s voice. Not Zeph. “They say it’ll be twenty below today. Even colder tonight. I think the last time it was this cold, I had to pull wooly mammoth hair off of my suit.”
I suppress a giggle, but Zeph doesn’t laugh.
“We don’t feel it, what do you care?” Zeph snaps.
“Just making conversation, old friend.”
“I told you, I don’t have time for small talk. How long has she been like this?” Zeph asks as I near the end of the hall. The kitchen is to the left, but they’re not in there. The voices are coming from the right, toward the living room and the front of the house.
She? Who’s she?
That jealousy feeling comes up again and I swallow it down. I stop at the end of the hall, hesitating, not wanting to make my presence known.
“I told you, she just fell yesterday.” It’s the other man’s voice. Char. “But it’s like she’s not quite here. Remember Joph?”
“I remember. Muriel?” Zeph’s voice, soft. “Muriel, can you hear me?”
Muriel. Who’s Muriel? Has she fallen and hurt herself? But how can Zeph help her?
“Just do your thing, my friend,” Char says. “She’ll come down to us.”
I stand barefoot in the hall, shivering, confused. I know I should go back to bed and wait for Zeph, like he asked me to, but I can’t. I want to know what’s going on. I have to see. I edge a little closer to peek around the corner, but I’m still in the shadows. Now I can see a beautiful woman’s profile. She has long, dark hair and is reclining on the couch, still wearing a coat far too big for her. Zeph, sitting beside her, is facing me, but he’s looking
The archaic meaning of the word “ark” means refuge. The animals had been safe, deep underground, when The Maker decided to try the whole human experiment again. Noah never really built a boat. In fact, his family being in the refuge at all had been a mistake. Drunk old man had hidden his family from marauders in a cart attached to a horse, which just happened to be on our list to round up.
Of course, the drunk old man took credit for it, when it was all over. Made up the story about building a boat, getting all the animals on it. I’m pretty sure that’s how he story ended up in that book.
Zeph is distracting me again, licking my collarbone like I’m a lollipop.
“You smell so good,” he whispers, his hips pressed into mine. I can feel him growing hard again. I’ve watched a lot of men have sex over the years, but I’ve never known a man like him—so insatiable. Now that I know what he is, it makes so much more sense. “Like honey or syrup or something. Must be the fey in you.”
“Oh, Zeph, I’m getting sore,” I complain when his hand moves between my legs, cupping me. But I moan and lift my hips up anyway.
“Not enough lubrication then.” He licks the shell of my ear, making me shiver, remembering his tongue. “I’ll fix that.”
With a shot of blood in him, he’s even more amorous than before.
“Okay.” I sigh happily as he kisses his way down my body. I can’t resist him. I don’t care if I’m rubbed raw and bleeding—and it’s not that bad, not yet—I won’t be able to say no. I want him. All the time, I want him.
Zeph has just settled himself between my thighs when the doorbell rings.
“Goddamnit!” he swore, grabbing a pair of boxers and yanking them on. “I told him to call first!”
“Who?” I half-sit, frowning at the interruption.
“Char.” Zeph scowls, eyes narrowing as he glances at me. “You stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I nod, but get up anyway, watching as he hops down the hallway, pulling on a pair of jeans as he goes. He disappears around the corner. Zeph answers the door and I hear another man’s voice, but not the words. I know he told me to stay, but I’m too curious—always my downfall—so I grab a robe off the back of Zeph’s door and wrap it around me, heading after him.
“I think I saw a penguin out there, it’s so cold.” A man’s voice. Not Zeph. “They say it’ll be twenty below today. Even colder tonight. I think the last time it was this cold, I had to pull wooly mammoth hair off of my suit.”
I suppress a giggle, but Zeph doesn’t laugh.
“We don’t feel it, what do you care?” Zeph snaps.
“Just making conversation, old friend.”
“I told you, I don’t have time for small talk. How long has she been like this?” Zeph asks as I near the end of the hall. The kitchen is to the left, but they’re not in there. The voices are coming from the right, toward the living room and the front of the house.
She? Who’s she?
That jealousy feeling comes up again and I swallow it down. I stop at the end of the hall, hesitating, not wanting to make my presence known.
“I told you, she just fell yesterday.” It’s the other man’s voice. Char. “But it’s like she’s not quite here. Remember Joph?”
“I remember. Muriel?” Zeph’s voice, soft. “Muriel, can you hear me?”
Muriel. Who’s Muriel? Has she fallen and hurt herself? But how can Zeph help her?
“Just do your thing, my friend,” Char says. “She’ll come down to us.”
I stand barefoot in the hall, shivering, confused. I know I should go back to bed and wait for Zeph, like he asked me to, but I can’t. I want to know what’s going on. I have to see. I edge a little closer to peek around the corner, but I’m still in the shadows. Now I can see a beautiful woman’s profile. She has long, dark hair and is reclining on the couch, still wearing a coat far too big for her. Zeph, sitting beside her, is facing me, but he’s looking
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