Well damn, she’s powerful. I’ll take that dance off now instead of a fight.
Lana folds her arms across her chest, acting unimpressed. “That’s all you’ve got?”
Serenity openly laughs at the arrogance in my girl’s voice. “Oh Anal … you asked for it.”
With a few soft words and a flick of her wrist, Lana goes flying backwards with a screech, tumbling over and over.
She’s the cutest tumbleweed I’ve ever seen.
Serenity calls out to the rest of us as we pick ourselves up. “Let’s head to where you’ll be staying so you can get situated.”
This chick is damn powerful and I don’t want to fuck with her. I will never admit that out loud though because Lana would chop my dick off. I have too many plans with Lana and my dick to have it chopped off this early in life.
Ash rushes over to Lana and picks her up, whispering soothing words to her as she dusts herself off.
Yikes—that had to have wounded her ego.
“Onward, fam,” Leo quips as Serenity and her men weave their way through the cobblestone street.
Lana wanders over to Zedd, clearly avoiding drawing attention to herself after how she had her ass handed to her. She’s not used to losing so I can guess she’ll sit back and lick her wounds for a bit.
As we make our way through the city, she begins interrogating him about the structure of the buildings around us and I tune them out, captivated by the bright colors that don’t seem to clash. Even the people who walk around the streets are dressed in strange clothing in various shades and colors.
It’s pretty strange how the city is so lively and vibrant, while Serenity and her men are decked out, head-to-toe, in black.
Curious, I call out to Serenity’s back. “Hey, if all these witches seem to love color so much, then why are you all dressed in black? And I’m guessing that’s your house on the hill? The black one?”
“I’m color blind!”
Oh shit, I’m such an asshole. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realiz—”
“I’m fucking with you. I just like black.”
All of her men break out into laughter as I facepalm, deciding to shut the fuck up for the rest of the pleasant walk. Minutes later, we arrive in front of a navy-blue, two-story home with a large, wrap-around front porch behind a fence gate. It looks like Barbie and Ken’s marital home.
Serenity throws the door to the gate open. “Home sweet home. The fridge is spelled to give you ingredients you need and we’ve already zapped in clothing and essential items so make yourselves comfortable. Take the rest of the night to settle in. We’ll be back bright and early to start your training tomorrow.”
As soon as she finishes talking, they vanish into thin air without a goodbye. I will never get used to that.
I turn to Lana, sweeping the air with my arm and bending at the waist to put a smile on her face. “My Queen, your palace awaits!”
She clasps her hands together and bats her eyes at me. “Will you carry me over the threshold?”
“It would be my honor.” I straighten and scoop her bridal-style into my arms, enjoying the way she fits against me.
One day, we’ll do this for real.
Wait, fuck. That’s so far away. Don’t think like that this early, Luke. You’ll scare her off.
Pushing the large, white front door open, I carry Lana over the threshold and get our first look at the interior. It’s a completely open floor plan with dark hardwood floors, cream walls and a high ceiling. We walk straight into the living room where a gigantic, flat-screen TV hangs over a fireplace, home to plush white couches, bright decorative pillows and a cream throw blanket that looks as soft as a cloud. In the kitchen, farthest from the front door, all the cabinets are white, state-of-the-art, stainless steel appliances reside, and a large granite island with barstools finishes it off.
The witches sure know how to live in style.
I look towards the stairs, deducing that the bedrooms are likely on the second floor, and make our way up there to deposit Lana onto bed.
She lightly slaps my chest. “Luke, you can put me down now!”
I purse my lips and shake my head like I’m so sorry to tell her that’s not possible. “No can do. A Queen shouldn’t have to walk any more than necessary.”
She rolls her eyes but gives in. I know she loves it. She’d jump on us for piggyback rides when we were younger and proudly declare that my legs aren’t for walking—they’re for admiring.
Upstairs, the second floor is split into what appears to be only two rooms. I walk through the first door on the left into a fully-modernized bathroom that reminds me of a spa. A large, walk-in shower calls to me while Lana’s gaze is lasered in on the standalone tub, big enough to fit three of us. She squeals in my arms. “I need to soak in that tub!”
I chuckle at the childlike excitement in her voice and move to the other door, grinning because I think I know what to expect. I open the door to a large, white, four-post bed, the size of two California kings pushed together. It’s front and center in the room with an array of decorative, lavender pillows at the head.
Looks like we’re all going to get real comfy, real quick.
Lana looks perplexed and my grin spreads wider. “Where are the other beds?”
I toss her into the middle of the bed and she flies through the air, shrieking, before bouncing on the mattress. I stalk over to her and say, “This is the only one.”
“I don’t think this is how a Queen is treated!”
Crawling on all fours on the bed, I smirk. “I’d love to show you how a Queen should be treated.”
A sharp intake of breath parts her pretty lips and my cock jumps. My little minx definitely likes dirty talk.
Loud, thudding footsteps like a stampede sound up the stairs and Lana kicks me away. Hale bursts into the room with the rest of the crew following close behind to the sight of Lana casually lying in bed and me slumped up against the wall now.
“Are you okay?” Hale asks. “Why did Lana scream?”
My twin leans against the doorway and laughs. “Oh, I think Lana is just fine, guys.”
“Yup,” she chirps, trying to pretend her cheeks aren’t flushed with arousal. “I’m great!”
Hale shakes his head before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Well, now that we’re all up here and it’s clear there’s only one bed in this house, I think it’s time we had that talk.”
Zedd nods, sitting next to him. “Yes, I think it’s needed.”
Leo helps me up and we both climb back into bed, resting against the headboard, sandwiching Lana between us. “Count me in,” he says on behalf of both of us.
Ash leans against the wall, almost looking bored. “Yup.”
Lana’s eyes dart around nervously as she wiggles to sit up all the way, stuttering, “Uh, okay. I … I guess we can do that. Yeah.”
Get ready, Lana, because once this talk is done and you give me the go-ahead, I’m going to make you writhe on my tongue all night long.
Chapter Thirteen
Lana
Hot In Here by Nelly plays on a loop in my head as I shift uncomfortably between the twins. They’re radiating so much heat, it’s making me want to rip my clothes off and fan myself. Strictly because of the temperature, of course.