Knight of the Goddess (Blood of a Fae, #4)

by Briar Boleyn

THATS MY HUSBAND !!!!!!!!!!!!

“Just turn over and go back to sleep, my love,” a deep voice murmured in my ear. “I’ll go to her.”

three sentences and i already want to strip off my clothes. KAIROS DRAVEN VENATOR PLEASSDRRRRREEREEE

Look at me, silver.

SO CUTE what if i cried

“I am the luckiest woman, mortal or fae, in all of Aercanum to have a mate such as you,” I said slowly. “Did you know that, Kairos Draven Venator? Have I told you?”

you truly are morgan

“I’ll be here, waiting for you to get back.” He flashed me a grin. “Without Medra.”

I NEED YOU

“But it’s my name you’ll be calling, not any goddess’s.”

“I see forever with you by my side. Because long after these scars have faded away to nothing, I’ll still be standing beside you. You and I? We’re eternal.”

Astride him sat my mate, commanding shadows as easily as one might wield a blade.

i need this man CARNALLY

gale.

i'm gale of waterdeep >:)

“You’re not fae, Morgan. Not after what you’ve done here today. You’re a goddess.” He gave a low chuckle, and I flinched. “Don’t say that,” I replied uneasily. “What a ridiculous thing to say.” But it was too late. The Three-cursed man was already kneeling in the dirt at my feet, his hands tracing the curves of my hips. “You’re my goddess, and I’m your knight,” he said as he brought his face up to kiss my stomach and laughed again.

“Especially if they cook up that special recipe they once promised,” Gawain said, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Bugs have a lot of protein don’t they, Hawl?” “Oodles,” Hawl agreed. Draven groaned.

HAHAHAHA #freedraven

Hawl’s eyes met mine over the frying pan. Behind his back, I put a finger to my lips. The Ursidaur nodded.

“Fucking bandits,” Lancelet corrected. “Not all humans are bad.” Hawl looked at Lancelet for a moment then grunted. “I suppose not.”

CUTEEEEE

Lancelet was already chewing and standing. “Well, if I’m sobbing on my horse tomorrow, you’ll know why.”

Oh my god HAHAHAHA

“What’s so funny?” Draven asked, riding up beside me. I looked at him and felt wicked. “I was simply thinking about the way your cock felt in my mouth this morning. So long and hard and thick.”

HUH i was not expecting that what the

I winced, thinking of how Crescent would react, hearing the news of Gawain’s death from strangers. It was cowardly, but part of me had to admit I was glad I wouldn’t be there when it was delivered.

NOOOOO poor cresent holy shit his sister and his husband too whay the fuck this is cruel

“Do you mean Rychel?” I said slowly.

HUH

But there was only one god I worshiped. And he had my body at his command now, to do with as he willed.

Oh you ate with this one

And Nightclaw.

I swear to godif nightclaw dies so do i

And now... I had no Nightclaw.

Well i vguess i have todie now

Pale with a hairless head, his skin stretched taut over a rigid and angular face.

Solas

looked at my mate, taking in his dazed expression, the bite marks trailing down his neck, caked with spots of dried blood.

MORGAN YU NEED TO KILL THAT BITCH

For the one they called the goddess of death. Marzanna. My other name.

BITCH THE GASO I GASOED BRIAR YOURE SOOKOOOOOOO GIRLLLLLL

“You both killed the ones you claimed to love. You stole souls to feed your lust for power. The souls of innocent children,” I said to my father and Vela. “If only you had learned at one point in your miserable, overly long lives where true power lies. Not in taking. But in letting go.”

My destiny lay not with the woman who sought to claim me as her own, but with the one who had always held my heart in her hands.

In answer, my mate languidly lifted one hand. Instantly, Vela flew into the air, dark ties pinioning her wrists, her ankles.

I CHEERED

Medra.

NO THAGS MY BABY

A long, sickly strip of pink flesh flew through the air and landed with a splat at Draven’s feet.

Had to read this as im eating a pink snake lolly...

Bird met sword.

WHAT THS FU CK

And then, with a blinding flash of light, I imploded.

Medra aespa shpernova era????

Not just any kitten. I was staring at a tiny version of Nightclaw himself.

Im going to sob agai

Kairos Draven Venator stood at the edge of the terrace, his hands clasped idly in front of him. He looked very handsome and very charming and very, very dangerous.

THW MAN YOU ARE.

He wore a high-necked black jacket with a crisp, white shirt beneath, its fabric pristine and immaculate against his bronzed skin. The sleeves were gathered at the wrists with black velvet cuffs, embroidered with subtle silver accents that caught the light. The shirt was unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of part of the tattoo he’d recently had emblazoned on his chest.

take off your pants. right now.