Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)
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She’d thought it over all night. First, she’d slather her tongue and lips with holy oil and bite her tongue hard enough to fill her mouth with blood. Taking him off guard would be hard, especially with Amelia there, but all she needed was to press her mouth to his to transfer the oil and then bite him hard enough to bleed. He’d have no choice but to swallow her blood. It was a foolproof plan.
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“You can’t tell me what to do,” she shot back, hiding a smile. Had she known he was this fun to rile up, she’d have done it sooner.
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“No, the fuck he’s not,” she snarled, pressing her knife into Ora’s neck hard enough to pierce the skin. “If you move, I will paint the snow with your blood.”
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Amelia yanked on her hair harder. “Don’t speak to him.” Her eyes met Rennick’s, and the sadistic fucker smiled so wide she thought his face might split in half. She dug her knife deeper into Ora’s skin and leaned down. “When you get to hell, tell Orcus hello for me.” Ora struggled and screamed, but Amelia ripped the knife across her throat and held her in place to watch the life drain from her eyes.
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“I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”
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Rennick laid a hand on her lower back. “Charlie is your familiar, love. Whatever you felt was him.”
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She waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing important.” Charlie’s feline mouth turned down, and Amelia stifled another laugh. Of course, her familiar would be a lynx version of her husband.
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“I thought you were dead,” Dean rasped, lifting her into his arms. Fawn kicked her legs and thrashed around. “Put me down!” He lowered her to the ground and stared at her with wonder. “You’re stunning, Fawn.”
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“I’ve known your name since I was thirteen years old. My father had men searching the four fae kingdoms for you.” He stopped with a pained expression. “But when we were fourteen, I felt agonizing pain, followed by a deep sorrow.” Fawn trembled under Dean’s intense gaze. “And then I felt nothing at all.”