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Atticus shook his head. “No, Fox. In my territory, the closer you are to the water, the higher rank you are.”
I looked down at my feet, at the solid ground. I eyed the rounded halls and then turned to Atticus. “Lead the way then.”
He did, taking us down the left hall and around another spiral staircase. As soon as we went around the first curve, I stumbled back.
“Oh,” left my mouth on a breath. The whole wall was glass, showing a crystal-clear view of the lake. Schools of fish swam close, following us down the staircase as it wrapped downward.
The stairs opened up into a hall with a glass tube. Atticus grabbed my hand and pulled me along it. I couldn’t help but be distracted, not watching where I was going at all. How could I when we were walking underwater?
It was surreal, and the pendant sitting on my chest warmed like it appreciated the compliment. I grinned and then looked up as a huge, bright silverfish swam past.
“This is incredible,” I said. Atticus pushed open a door at the end of one of the many halls and underwater sections that shot out all over the lake bed.
“And this is where we are staying,” he said, leading me in. His bedroom had glass walls too, same as Dorian’s. I shivered as the clear water surrounded us.
His room was huge, as big as Dorian’s. There was a bed that was at least twice the normal size. I hadn’t seen a bed so big in my life. It was covered in silks too, low to the ground. His wardrobe hung multiple clothes. He had swords, weights, clutter all over his room.
Over the dresser in the corner, over the chair and desk in another section of the room. That part of the room was covered in parchment, books, and didn’t look organized at all.
It was the total opposite of the minimalistic, clean room of Dorian’s.
He had lanterns in random places, and his wardrobe was open, which looked just as jumbled.
“It looks messy, but I know where everything is,” he grinned.
I laughed and ran my fingers over the bed. “This bed is huge.”
“So am I,” he smirked.
I shook my head, a smile on my lips until I touched the edge of something lacy.
I pulled out the offending item and swung the panties from my fingertips.
Atticus blushed and grabbed the panties. He chucked them in the corner where a laundry pile was.
Then he thought better of it, then put them in the bin.
Dorian smirked. “Might be better to burn them. The arousal on them is stenching up my senses.”
“Was she good?” I asked.
“Who?”
I nodded to the underwear. “The owner of the panties,” I said, slowly walking up to Atticus. Zachariah still wasn’t speaking, but he did seem curious now that we were here.
Atticus shrugged. “They’re all good, Fox. But none of them are you.”
“Smooth, Atti,” I teased.
He shuddered when I said his nickname. His cock thickened against me, and I smirked.
“I’ll change the sheets,” he promised. I pulled his lips down for a kiss.
Something inside made me do it. A need to prove I was his, to claim him as he had been doing to me. To put my scent even more on him so the others knew why I was there.
I had been the same with Dorian.
Which made no sense because I was only allowed one.
My body didn’t seem to care that I had to choose, though.
I pulled back before things could escalate. “You change the sheets, I need the bathroom. Where is it?” I asked.
Atticus nodded to the door we had come through. “First on the left.”
I kissed him again, then left him to get rid of the ‘before me’ scent. And probably for Dorian and Zach to scold him again.
I smiled and left them to it, going to use the latrine and wash myself. The water systems were impressive, connecting so water came from a spout. As far as I knew, the humans were still on wells and buckets.
I took advantage and doused myself in water under the overhead spout, showering the warmth over me.
I didn’t even have to boil the water on the fire first. It was luxury at its finest.
I grinned, leaving the spray of water and turning the spout off.
I used a cloth there to get dry, then redressed. The bathroom had a lot of space, a large tub, stone slab walls with no glass walls, which meant it was a private space.
It was kind of nice to have a moment to myself.
I took a deep breath, collecting myself after my panic and the weirdness of that song in the wind. Then I left the room. I went to turn back into the bathroom when my eye caught a thick door down the hall further.
It called to me, something about the ornate wooden carvings on it making me want to go to it. So I did.
I walked over to it, touching the designs, then the chunky black padlock that was on the handle.
I frowned down at it, giving it a small yank. It didn’t budge. But I wanted inside. My chest was tight with the need for it.
“Kassie.” Atticus’ voice was dark and dangerous as he came up behind me. I jumped as he glared down at me, holding the lock.
I had never seen him so angry, his eyes glowing toward me, his lips pursed.
His wide jaw ticked, his muscles holding back whatever he wanted to do to me.
I let go of the lock and held my arms around me, his narrowed eyes making me shrink back from him.
“And the Fox slips past the wolf,” Atticus growled. “It’ll be the last time that happens.”
17. The Door
“That door is out of bounds. Even for you, Fox.”
I folded my arms across my chest and sneered at that order. “I thought there were no rules?”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “One rule. Under no circumstances do you open this door. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. I wasn’t used to seeing him scowl at me. Sometimes at Zachariah, sometimes Dorian, but not me.
And over a padlocked door that I wasn’t allowed to enter. It made me nervous. What was he hiding?
I was going to drop it, but I didn’t like being nervous or left in the dark when it came to the wolves. Especially when this was potentially going to be my home.
“What’s behind there?” I asked, trying my luck with honesty.
Atticus’s eyes narrowed and his lips turned into a sly smirk. He edged towards me. I stepped back, backing into the door I wasn’t allowed behind.
He pressed me against it, his body up against mine as he put his arms on either side of me.
“Nothing you need to worry about, Fox.” His voice was husky, distracting me as he leaned down to kiss me.
I took the kiss, sighing into it. But my mind was still on the door and what was behind it.
Atticus moved his mouth over mine, one arm leaning above me on the door, one hand skimming down my body.
I moaned as his tongue pushed along mine, my pussy clenching.
I held onto my mind, though. I pulled my face away, intent on asking him more, but he distracted me further, kissing down my jaw, then my neck.
He caressed the skin with his mouth, and it took so much more concentration to keep my thoughts.
“Why don’t you want me to know what it is?” I asked, trying to speak with conviction so he knew it meant something to me that he was already hiding things, but he was a master at seduction.
His hand moved my body, his fingers skimming my skin with feather-light touches that brought it to life.
His tongue stroked over a hidden nerve behind my ear.
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