Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

There were no butterflies in my belly from that kiss because he slaughtered every single one of them with a flick of his tongue.

“There’s something so enticing about all the trouble you can get into when the sun has burned to ash and all that’s left is the hidden cloak of midnight.” I lean farther into him. “Can I play?”

This party is one massive pussy tease. I’ll fuck the next thing that bumps into me. I need something.

I wish he’d fucking bite already.

There’s just no way a human is this fucking hot.

I bring my cum-covered thumb to her mouth, dipping it inside. “You taste that, baby girl? Yours.”

I feel him in my bones and inside my skin, so why do I not feel him in my mind?

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growls. “Did I say you could come into my room?” I counter,

“I can feel you in my stomach,” she gasps, clawing at the sheets beneath her, so I take her hands and put them where she wants. The heat of her palms slides beneath my shirt and a tingling sensation zips down my fucking spine.

“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?” “Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”

Never again will I be satisfied by the taste of another, now that I’ve tasted what’s meant to be mine.

They blame it on climate change. Nah. That was just the devil with a chip on his shoulder.

“Why are you doing this?” she shouts. “If you don’t like me, why am I here? Why did you take me from my home?!” “I am your fucking home!”