Free Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) by Jennifer James Page B

not even allowed to exist on the fringes of the grotesque’s
society. It also would have left Theo without the protection he needed while
his Censure kept him trapped in his hunting form as little more than a piece of
statuary. Logan transported him from place to place, spoke to him every day—the
sound of his twin’s voice pulled him back from the brink of madness many times.
    Theo realized that for all his hundreds
of years of punishment, what Logan had endured was much, much worse. And all
because Theo’d followed his heart and fallen in love with a human. Of course
his youth and inexperience had been part of the problem. He’d been new to the
patrolling arm of his aerie and arrogant. The surge in his powers that
accompanied his transition to adulthood left him with a false sense of
confidence. He’d been so sure if a problem arose, he’d be able to return to his
perch and stop it.
    Relationships with humans weren’t
absolutely forbidden, but they were frowned upon. And yet he’d insisted on
keeping her. Sonja. He’d failed the people under his protection. A small band
of outlaws swept into his section of the city, pillaging and setting fire to
the buildings. So many injured and left homeless.
    The shower turned off, and he rolled
into a sitting position. Sorrow threatened to swallow him. Succumbing to
Callie’s charms had been a mistake, but the real problem lay in his actions
following their tryst in the alley. She should never have accompanied him to
his home. The nymph’s presence should have been reported to the aerie as a
potential cause for concern. He should have kept up his vigil on the edges of
Logan’s watch territory. Even as he was without his wings, humans stood little
chance against him in a physical confrontation.
    But other supernaturals posed a problem.
Once again, he considered Callie and the danger she was in just by being around
him. Booker was right, if she stayed with him, she would die. He’d never hurt
her on purpose, but he didn’t have to. Enemies of the aerie waited for a
weakness to exploit. And Callie would make the perfect hostage.
    He had to get rid of her before things
became worse.
    He surged to his feet, shrugged into his
jeans, and padded into the living room. The skin on his back itched from dried
blood and the as yet uncured cement on his wounds. Gods, what kind of impulsive
idiot was he, making love to the female with bleeding gouges on his back. Why
she hadn’t left in disgust, he’d never understand.
    Making love? Shit, he had it bad. She’d
wormed her way into his heart in less than twenty-four hours and carved out a
corner for herself.
    The door to the bathroom opened, and she
emerged in a swirling cloud of steam. Drops of water spun and danced through
the air in front of her, coiled up her legs and over her bare arms. She carried
the scarf she’d worn yesterday in one hand and clutched a towel to her chest
with the other. The magnificent waves of her hair hung down her back in a blue
curtain.
    When they made eye contact, his resolve
wavered. The brilliant gold of her irises were dulled to a tarnished copper.
They stared at each other for moments that stretched on until he turned away.
    He caught her posture changing out of
the corner of his eye, saw her shoulders slump and the steam around her
disperse into nothing. A few short steps took him to the couch, and he
retrieved the bag of clothing he’d purchased for her that morning to replace her
ruined skirt and top.
    “Here. I bought these for you.” He
thrust the package at her and retreated to the windows on the far side of the
room. She accepted the bag, confusion clear in her features.
    The rustle of the plastic and her
surprised gasp reached his sensitive ears. The part of him she’d managed to
invade smiled despite the tumult bombarding him. He had to end this, now,
before it got any worse.
    “Theo, thank you. This dress is
beautiful.”
    A shadowy reflection in the glass
revealed Callie dropping her