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

by Briar Boleyn

“Demeaning? Humiliating? Revolting?” I offered. He grinned and eyed the pile of books I had near me. “Were all of those books thesauruses by chance?”

I lifted one of the books. But then I thought of the damage it might do if I threw it. To the book, not to Draven. I had my respect for the written word to consider.

“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.”

The world around us faded into dark oblivion as we began to move through the steps of a dance as old as time itself. His touch was a symphony of sensation upon my skin as he gently slid his hands up and down my back, teasing and caressing.

He kissed me as if he couldn't get enough of me. As if he couldn't fuck me without kissing me. As if he needed me, every inch of me, as if my body were a part of his own and we were becoming one.

“Because cowards are more dangerous than honorable men,”

A companion shares the path, no matter where it leads and no matter how painful.