Glow of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #2)

by Penn Cole

“But rest assured, my Queen, when I do kiss you, there will be no confusion. You will know that I have claimed you—and I won’t have any desire to deny it.”

AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

“Let me guess,” I teased, trying to ignore the warmth rushing to my face. “You preferred when I wore nothing but a towel?” His expression heated, and the flush in my cheeks plummeted straight down to my belly. I laughed nervously and looked away. “Or maybe you prefer me in muddy pants and a borrowed tunic.” “Only when it’s mine.”

Oh lord have mercy

“What do you want, Luther?” His eyes dragged slowly to me. He held me there like a butterfly cupped between his hands, fluttering against his touch and wondering if he would be my doom. Every hair on my neck stood on end as he turned his lips to my ear, his voice low and rough. “Something I cannot have.”

“Oh, it will.” I smiled brightly and took a few steps closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “And when it does, you can beg for whatever scraps I give you, just like you did with Ulther.”

He shot me a dark look. “With all due respect to my lovely cousin, the only person I’m getting down on my knees for is you, my Queen.”

His hand curled into a fist, tugging at my hair—gently, but enough to pull a gasp from my lips and an arch from my back. He leaned into my ear. “If a kiss is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”

“Then I heard you kicked Iléana right in the tits. The left one.”

“When are you and Luther going to put all of us out of our misery and fuck each other already?”

And Kindred be damned, I would show this realm what it meant to mess with a Bellator.