Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

For everyone who hates the word cock— I have devastating news.

“You will always be someone else’s villain, whether you deserve the title or not. Your duty is to ensure their hate is unjustified.”

P.S. I felt you laughing yesterday. I wish I could have heard you too.

“But owls eat other animals. They are fierce predators.” Their gazes collided in the mirror. “They swallow their food whole, and when someone threatens what is theirs, they attack without question.” His father smirked. “Seems perfect to me.”

P.S. I think about you a lot. I wonder what you look like or sound like or if you snore. And I wonder if you think about me too.

Seeing Amelia for the first time was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would love her more than anyone had ever loved another.

Hello, Love, My imagination did not do you justice. You are beautiful. Yours, Nick P.S. Are the other girls at the orphanage taking your food? I’ve included a basket of things for you to keep in your room, just in case.

Inside the bag is a mold of my hand, so when you feel like holding someone’s hand, you can hold mine and not the lanky blond boy’s who walked you home. Seeing your perfect hand in his unworthy one made me murderous, little mate. You are mine, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep you, no matter how unconventional or vicious I have to be. Always remember that. Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. I wish I knew your favorite color. Mine is red, like blood.

The garish brown fabric mocked Amelia as she stared at the mirror. It had a hideous floral pattern with mixtures of red, pink, purple, and yellow. If she ever met Ora, she would choke her with it.

I hope you think of me too and not that man who walks you home from work sometimes. Would you be sad if something happened to him? I wouldn’t. Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. I lie awake some nights when you touch yourself, wondering if you’re naked or slipping your hand under your shift. Gods, I hope you’re naked. The mental image will be my undoing.

“My mate is not nothing,” Rennick snarled. “She is everything.” In one swift move, he grabbed his dagger from its sheath at his waist and sliced Gilpin’s throat.

but you are mine, little mate, just as I am yours. Do not ever forget that. I’ve left you something as a reminder that I will do whatever it takes to keep you. Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. Viciously Yours, Nick

There isn’t another woman in all of Eden who could take me from you, little mate, nor is there another man who could take you from me. I won’t allow it.

Your body is my altar, little mate, and I will worship you until the end of our days.

“We will move back. I will follow you anywhere, little mate, even to hell if that’s where you wish to go.”

he was hers. It might be he who chased her today, imploring her to leave with him, but Amelia knew, deep down, she would follow him to the ends of Eden, whether he wanted her to or not.

“Everyone has a moral line they won’t cross.” His chest heaved, and Amelia braced a trembling hand against his chest. “I don’t need a line to know what’s considered good or bad, but if I did, there isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for you.” He lowered himself and brushed his lips against hers. “I will

My cold-blooded killer

“If he was a good person, he rests now in an eternal paradise. If he wasn’t, he deserved to die anyway.”

“Every time you show me more of yourself, I thank the gods for you.”

Home. This kingdom didn’t feel like home, but he did.

“Your happiness is not the only thing that makes me happy, but make no mistake, if a sacrifice is required, I will do it. Nothing is more important to me than you, little mate. Never forget that.”

“No one will harm a hair on your head or speak ill of you, and if they try, I will mount their heads on the front gate.”

“You can’t murder someone for not liking me. You would likely have no kingdom left.” He straightened and shrugged. “It would be easier to manage.”

“We will leave. If you leave, I leave, so if you’re trying to leave me, that won’t work.”

it was you I wanted,” she whispered through her tears. “Your letters; he was only a face. I don’t care about him. I care about the man who wrote to me for years, whose loyalty never wavered, the man who I considered sneaking through the barrier to search every kingdom for, consequences be damned.”

“You love me.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Yes. I wanted to tell you in a grand way,” that I hadn’t thought of yet, “but my mouth decided it couldn’t wait.”

love was a raging inferno, incinerating its victims from the inside out.

“Your cunt will soak in every bit of me.” Oh my.

“You are everything I need and better than anything I ever wanted.” Words escaped her at the fierceness in his declaration. “You think I give a fuck that you’re physically weak?”

couldn’t care less what shape your ears are or what kingdom you’re from. You are good and kind and everything I’m not.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. “I once watched you set your pile of books in the snow to open a door for a woman juggling three children. You took in a pet fox, for fuck’s sake.” With each word, her mouth opened more until she stared at him slack-jawed, like the trout on her necklace. “You thought I might not come for you, yet you learned to cook my favorite dish, anyway.”

“If we weren’t mates, I’d pray our paths never crossed.” She flinched, his words inflicting physical pain. “My fated mate wouldn’t have stood a chance. No bond could compare to how you make me feel. Don’t ever question my loyalty and love for you again.”

“I’m a good king, but I am not my father. I am not good. My soul is not beautiful or bright or even a shade of grey. It is an unforgiving inferno, and if our people refuse to accept you as their queen, they will burn their way into the afterlife.”

“Gods.” “Not even they can save you from me, love. Don’t bother calling for them now.”

“Get off the ground,” she hissed, glancing at the others. “I just needed you to bend a little.” “I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”