Court of Claws (Blood of a Fae, #2)

by Briar Boleyn

“But you,” he continued, ignoring me. “I will never apologize for saving you. I will never fucking regret coming for you. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. So don’t ask me to say sorry. Don’t expect me to. And don’t you ever, ever fucking say you didn’t deserve to be saved again, do you hear me? Listen to me clearly, you are worthy. You deserved saving. You deserved much more.” A dark look came over his face. “So much more than I’ve given you.”

sleep was to dream. I had begun to fear my dreams.

“You have the most beautiful laugh, you know. You rarely use it, but when you do...” He took a breath and to my shock I felt him tremble. “It shakes the world. My entire world.”

“This. The touch of your waist, your hips, your skin beneath my hands? It sets me on fire, Morgan. I'm in awe of you, every part of you. Can't you tell? I'm spellbound. You've awakened something in me I thought was long dead. Something I never thought I'd ever come close to feeling again. And now I live for your presence. For the hope of your laugh, your smile. All of this. The court. The throne. Bringing you here. I know I can never convince you, but it is all for you. What I do is for you, always.”

“Your scent is intoxicating. Do you have any idea what your fragrance does to me? The longing I feel when I'm this close to you?”

“Your brother and his court? They had no idea who you really were, what you were capable of. But I see you, Morgan Pendragon. I see you truly for everything you are and everything you will be and I claim you as mine.”

We would enter a place the plague could not touch us, hidden between worlds, concealed in the fabric of time itself. And we would not emerge until the world was safe for us once again.

But while you're laughing all alone, I'll be here thanking the gods I have a woman beside me who leaves me with no doubt that she is my equal in every way. Morgan Pendragon is far from insignificant. She's a force of destiny and you would do well not to trifle with her or ever let her name cross your lips again.”

“Here's to the fae and mortals alike, united by starlit dreams that span the skies. Gazes ablaze with stardust, their dreams become tapestries of hope as they envision guardians of realms and leaders of empires who are truly worthy. May their dreams find refuge.”

“You're mine,” he growled, as he set his mouth to my neck. “You're mine, Morgan. Here, now, always.” He bit down. “You were fucking made for me. Do you understand?”