A Hunt So Wild and Cruel (Mythic Holidays, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

You endangered our subject’s life—I gave her a damn good orgasm. We are not the same.”

“Fine. Do it then.” Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. “Fuck me until I break.”

“Shit,” he exclaims brokenly. “Gods… you’re perfect. You feel like the end of everything—it’s like fucking the velvet cunt of Death herself.”

“Damn this gorgeous little body—damn you—you’re my blissful end, Lauriel. My darling oblivion.”

I love you as you are, and I will love you even if you never change. And because I love you, I want you to be the best woman, the best queen, the best and brightest damn soul you can be. Slough off everything that’s been done to you—everything that isn’t really you—and become your true self.”

“I’m a butcher,” he says passionately. “A brawler. A fool sometimes, then and now. When I love, I love wholly and simply. And I’ve set my love on you. No matter what you do, what you choose, I’m yours. Your warrior, your guardian, your ghost. I’ll be the voice that tells you the truth when you fucking hate it, and I’ll think of you until my very soul is devoured by the Void. You can’t stop my love, Lauriel. You can’t stop me from having faith, and I believe in you more deeply than I’ve believed in anyone, even myself.”