Shadowlander by Theresa Meyers Read Free Book Online

choose, yes, I’ll pick you.” The words slipped easily enough off her tongue. She’s said if . That covered a lot of possibilities in between.
    A smug smile curved his mouth for an instant, but then vanished. Rook opened the large gold double doors at the end of the hallway and gestured her inside with a sweep of his muscular arm. “This way.”
    The room was far larger than anything Cate had expected. Huge windows spanned one whole wall, looking out over the iridescent turquoise sea. A huge four-poster bed that easily could have accommodated half a dozen people, all of them as big as Rook, occupied the opposite wall, positioned to look out at the glorious view.
    The door clicked shut. Cate glanced over her shoulder. “This is your bedroom, isn’t it?”
    A feral gleam in his eye was her only answer.
    Rook moved so quickly he was beside her from one blink to the next. He looked down, his warm breath against her cheek, close enough that the rosemary, mint, and clean male scent of him filled her airspace, giving her no option but to be aware of him and just how near his mouth was to hers.
    “Hey, I didn’t say anything about being your mate before we free Maya.”
    He gave her a devastating grin. Her body throbbed in response. “Who said anything about mating? I brought you here so you could change your clothing for our trip to save your friend, remember?”
    The warm weight of his hands came to rest on either side of her neck, his thumbs tracing the edges of her jaw. His kiss was slow and sensual as he ran his hands over her. They caressed her shoulders, down the swell of her breasts, past the indention of her waist, and to the flair of her hips. Cate gasped. It was kind of hard to think of anything with him touching her so intimately.
    “I think I have something that should fit your form,” he murmured against her lips. Parts of Cate throbbed so hard, she thought maybe she had more than one heartbeat. He moved away, advancing on a large, elaborately carved double-wide wardrobe with two full-length mirrors on the front of it.
    Rook reached in and pulled out a long skirt in soft brown suede, a shimmering ivory silk shirt, and what reminded Cate of a duster from the old West. It was fashioned from plush burgundy velvet with a brown fur collar. He brought the garments to her, spreading them out on the bed. It turned out the skirt wasn’t really a skirt at all, but a pair of wide-legged suede pants with four panels coming down from the waist that gave it the look and swing of a skirt. It was too bad there weren’t any panties. She could have used a new set, seeing as hers were damp.
    “Would you like me to have a servant come and dress you, or would you prefer my help?”
    Cate swallowed hard. Neither. She didn’t want some strange fae watching her strip down, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever get into the fresh clothing if she let him help her.
    “I’m a big girl. I think I can dress myself,” she replied.
    He shrugged and leaned against one of the treelike posts holding the canopy of dark green velvet over the massive bed.
    Cate snatched up the clothing. “Where’s the dressing room?”
    Rook looked around. “This room is not large enough?”
    A blush fired her cheeks. “I didn’t realize you expected me to put on a show.”
    A predatory look flared deep in his gaze. “I offered to help.”
    Something in Cate snapped from the tension simmering in the air between them, creating erratic sparks like static electricity. Fine. If he wanted to stand there and watch, let him. She could dish it out just as well as he could.
    Cate dipped her chin and gave him a sultry gaze from beneath her lashes, then tugged the edges of her blouse from her skirt and slowly began unbuttoning it. First she showed the lace-edged valley between her breasts, then the smooth skin of her belly. His eyes dilated in response, the black growing large enough to almost swallow the chocolate-colored irises.
    She turned her back toward him