Flight (Children of the Sidhe) by J.R. Pearse Nelson Read Free Book Online Page B

his name.
    His body clenched as she came, and she knew he was trying to hold back, but she’d have none of that. Tessa tilted her hips to take more of him, her fingers digging into his hips as she urged him on. “Nathan…” she whispered, closing her eyes. Her nipples tingled at the rough tickle of his chest hair on her sensitive flesh as he moved against her.
    He drove into her, each stroke blissful torture after her orgasm. Her body taut with renewed need, she marveled when he pressed her thighs further apart, shaping her to his will. His fingertips seared her skin with their warmth, the slow pressure building, her pulse hammering.
    With a low growl, he spent himself inside her. She clung to him as the wave crested, her strangled scream hovering on the air. He held her open, his body nestled deep inside hers, thrusting slowly as the pleasure receded.
    Propping himself up on his elbows above her, he kissed her chin, her cheekbone, her eyebrow. Each touch was feather light. “Beautiful,” he said, his expression dreamy. He smiled softly and pulled from her body, wrapping himself around her.
    Again she noticed his heat, the comfort of being wrapped in his scent, his naked skin pressed against hers. She could tell when he drifted off, his breathing even and deep.
    Tessa was still; her limbs pleasantly limp as she basked in the afterglow.
    But sleep eluded her for a long while. Abarta haunted her thoughts, his laughing visage a punishing reminder of the plots that threatened the man sleeping next to her.
     
     
    Ten
     
    When Nathan woke in Tessa’s bed, he was alone. Something tapped against the window, and he looked up to find Season watching him with a smile. He frowned, and covered his head with the blankets. The tapping repeated, but Nathan ignored it. He got out of b ed and looked down at himself. Naked as the day he was born and no clothes in sight. He had to learn the clothes trick. This was ridiculous.
    Thinking of Tessa, and the way she’d unclothed him, he descended the stairs, looking for her. Her books were spread out all over her desk, but she was nowhere to be seen. He spent a moment perusing the open books, but most of them were written in odd scripts he didn’t understand. He saw two in what seemed to be Old English. They were poetry books. He shrugged. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to the collection, and he wondered what she was studying. He didn’t know much about her work, except that she was some sort of curator of a library. She seemed pretty proud of it, so it might be a big deal among the Sidhe.
    When Tessa didn’t make an appearance, Nathan soon grew bored. Had she gone out? Maybe Season would know. He looked down at himself again, but it wouldn’t be the first time the pixie had seen him in the buff. It would probably earn some more giggles, but at least he’d know if she had seen Tessa.
    As soon as he stepped outside the pixie blipped into view right in front of him, a maniacal smile stretching her features. “Nathan. You’re without your clothes again.”
    “I know. I don’t have any clothes. Tessa just keeps using magic to clothe me, and then when I shift I lose them.” He resisted saying anything about the way he’d lost his clothes last night, though the memory stirred his blood.
    Season giggled. “I can help you with clothes. Picture what you’d like to be wearing and I will make it so.”
    He closed his eyes and concentrated on the image. He felt the clothes appear and looked down to find…well, Season had gotten it close enough. It was better than walking around nude all day. He resisted the urge to scratch. What kind of fabric had she conjured here?
    “Are you going out to shift? ” Season asked. “You should wait for Tessa – you don’t know the forest.”
    “ Actually, I was looking for her. Have you seen her this morning?”
    “Not since she rose from the bed she shared with you last night. I had somewhere I needed to be.”
    “I thought you were