Moral Compass

Chapter Thirty-One

Face bare of warpaint. Hair free of braids. Fallon was beauty embodied in both settings. But his favourite version of the bossy Amazon was definitely the one cuddled up to him.

Just when he'd gotten to thinking she didn't feel the pull he felt, she'd give him a sign. And here was his sign as plain as day. The Amazon had let herself into his bedroom and curled up with him in bed.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she started to stir, revelling in the moment. Basking in it.

"Good morning Fal."

She sighed, curling her body further into his, ignoring the breakage of light through the curtains.

"Seth."

He buried a hand through her hair, winding those chestnut locks around his fingers. "A little curt for someone who crawled into my bed."

"Don't be cocky about it."

"Too late." This grin wouldn't be leaving his face anytime soon. "Too many jokes have formed in my head already. You'll have to deal with them."

Huffing, she pulled away from him. "This was a mistake."

Sluggish and sleepy, she wasn't fast enough. The tracker pulled her right back into his body, locking his legs around her so she couldn't move.

"Fuck off was it." His arms joined the mix, caging her in. "Tell me, did you go to your own bed first before coming here? Did you miss me?" He could picture it in his head. Fallon staring at an empty bed, fighting the urge to go find him. Only she hadn't won this time. "You're all cuddly when you're tired," He whispered down her ear, grazing her earlobe with his teeth. "I like this change of heart. It's a breath of fresh air from what I got in Runealm."

Morally grey Fallon was a scary Fallon. Emotionally detached Fallon even more so.

"That was your fault."

"For trying to help you? Shoot me for it."

"For going behind my back."

He squeezed her sides. "But the view from back here is lovely."

When she finally wormed free of his hold, he smacked her arse—hard. Seeing the red print of his hand on her skin had him groaning.

"Tracker."

Fallon was not so easily amused.

"Can you blame me?" He asked. "Fallon, your arse is something else."

"Dear lord."

Her patience was dwindling.

"What's with the change of heart then?" He asked, getting all up in her face. But she didn't recoil. She didn't shy away. She met his gaze head on. "Did sucking my cock rewire your brain?"

She smiled, eyes landing fleetingly upon his lips. When he darted his tongue out over them, she rolled her eyes. "You're such a dick."

"You want the dick? All you have to do is say."

"I don't want the dick."

"Fingers? Tongue?"

"I want a shower."

"Shower it is."

He'd picked her up before she could argue.

"Not with you." Thrown over his shoulder, she grumbled pointlessly, "I didn't say with—"

"Too late. We're conserving water here baby."

He carried her into the bathroom, setting her down in the shower. Begrudgingly, she peeled her lingerie off. Naked Fallon wasn't a shy Fallon. Only she had that weary look about her when they were naked together. Like she was keeping him at arm's length.