Heart of Stone (Rock Star Fairy Tales #1)

Chapter 39

C h apte r 39

Huge Beds an d Promises

After Midnight, Sunday, February 22 nd at the Palace of Lord Rebinus in Demacia , Lorellon

H ours later, Margot let out a huge yawn. She was sprawled on her belly in the huge bed, blankets and pillows mounded around them both, Tobin still resting half atop her, both of them gasping for breath as they recovered from their latest e xertions.

“Need … drink,” she managed, hand flopping around as if she could find a water bottle hidden in the bed. To her surprise, her hand touched something cool and plastic, and she dragged it closer, opening an eye to peer at it. A water bottle rested in her hand. She glanced over her shoulder where Tobin was limp against her back. “Handy little gift,” she said, popping the lid and taking several long swallows. When she had downed half the contents, she tapped him with the bottle, ordering, “Drink.”

“Mmph,” he managed, but the body atop hers slowly slid to the side, and she heard him drink as heartily as she had.

Margot adjusted her body so she rested on her side, looking at Tobin who turned to face her as he finished drinking. Without looking, he tossed the bottle aside. Margot expected to hear it land somewhere on the floor, but there was no sound. Margot’s eyes widened, realizing he must have sent the empty bottle to wherever he had gotten the full one. She wondered where it had come from and where it had gone. Did fae water bottles resemble the ones in the human world? She had so many questions and not enough answers. “Show off,” she said, rubbing her face wit h a hand.

“All that, and the thing that impresses you is the water bottle? Darling, I assure you I have more impressi ve gifts.”

“I know,” Margot assured him. “I enjoy all of your gifts.” Her head flopped, body exhausted. “You are absolutely amazin g, Tobin.”

He reached for her, pulling her boneless body close to him so she fit with her back against his chest. “You are exquisite, darling,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. “Now rest. You are e xhausted.”

“The best kind of exhausted,” she mumbled, snuggling against him, body sated and mind quiet. “This bed is perfection. I like my bunk but being able to spread out is really nice.” She opened an eye to stare at one of the pillows, many of which they had put to good use throughout the night. Tobin adjusted the blanket, tugging it up and over them, and Margot sighed, glad to be with him in his giant bed. “I have to say, Tobin, I had my doubts when I saw this room, but you definitely know your way around a woma n’s body.”

“I know your body,” he told her, hand sliding down the length of her waist, over her hip, and down her thigh. “I know you.”

“You know what I want,” she agreed. “Is that the Connection spell, y ou think?”

Tobin paused before answering, hand coming to rest against her thigh as he contemplated. “Do you remember our fi rst kiss?”

Margot thought back to the night they met, shocked to realize it had only been a few days ago. “We were sitting at the bar,” she recalled, “and I don’t know why, but suddenly I wanted to kiss you more than anything in the world. So I did.”

“A boldness I very much appreciated,” he admitted. “But we weren’t Connected yet. Not until later—when your wings Manifested. Everything before that was just…”

“Chemistry,” Margot finished for him. “Attraction.” She remembered the rest of the night, reviewing the memories in her mind. “You knew exactly how to touch me,” she said, voice low as she recalled the feeling of his hand between her legs.

Tobin’s hand slid down the outside of her thigh and slipped between her legs, fingers gently pressing as they had that first night. “Like this,” he said, v oice low.

Margot groaned, skin both sensitive and battered, rebelling and longing for the caress. She felt him stiffening against her back.

“You wanted me just as much then as you do now.”

“Are you sorry,” Margot asked suddenly, “to be Connected to me?” She recalled Ash’s tone as he replied to something Tobin had said, words that she hadn’t understood then: I will not be forced into a foolish Connection. “Am I a foolish Co nnection?”

“Darling,” Tobin said, pulling her tight with one arm as his other hand lazily str oked her.

“You said you were a fool,” she reminded him. “For being with me.”

“Not for being with you,” he assured her, pressing his lips to her neck as his fingers pressed deeper. “I’m a fool for wanting you the way I do.” He kissed her neck gently, then suddenly bit her, marking her skin. “I know you don’t love me,” Tobin continued. “I know you love him. So that makes me the fool for wanting more than you can give me.”

Without a word, Margot rolled over, tugging him atop her. His body pressed into hers, slowly, gently, but moving with a rhythm that dragged them both into bliss y et again.

Moments later, still gasping, Margot kissed him long and slow, relishing every touch of his skin. “Why can’t you Claim me?” she whispered, heart aching as she stare d at him.

“Oh, Margot,” Tobin promised, as lost in the moment as she was. “Even if it kills me, someday , I will.”