A Promise of Peridot (The Sacred Stones, #2)

by Kate Golden

“Please, stop,” he ground out. “Just for— I just need a moment.” “Stop?” “Talking, moving, breathing . . .” he said between clenched teeth. I laughed a bit and dragged my hands down his long back until I felt him shiver. “I thought you were the great Kane Ravenwood, king of sex, stamina of a racehorse, unwavering will of a dragon—” “Look who’s being cruel now,”

But Kane pried my fingers from my lips. “Never do that again,” he warned, eyes lit with something primal. “I want to hear every sound you make when I am inside you.”

“You can live in my nook forever, bird.” “I love you.” “I have always loved you.”

“You’re sick.” “Yes,” I admitted. “Completely lovesick for you. I have been for months.”

“You love when I call you my king?” She scoffed. “So drunk on power.” “I love when you call me your anything.”

“If I recall correctly, you almost killed him. When you broke into my study. To steal from me.” “Well, that was after you kept me in a dungeon.”

“I swear to the Stones, Kane, if you have kept one more horrible secret from me, I will castrate you.” “I doubt castration will be necessary, but I don’t want anything else between us, either.

The kid was a weasel. A thief, a coward who paraded around as brave but seemed to always protect himself first and everyone else second, if at all. He was a self-serving, boastful creep who likely knew of Arwen’s suffering at the hands of his father her whole damn childhood and did nothing about it.

But Griffin pulled me into him. Awkward at first. Stiff.

“I’m sorry, brother,” he said.