How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)

by Jeneane O'Riley

The only time I ever felt anything was as I watched another suffer in the pain I caused them. I enjoyed that. I could almost imagine what it would be like to feel those same feelings toward something else.

My blood had already begun to thrum with the excitement of hunting the girl.

Interesting creature, this girl. Assassin or not, she was very intriguing. Disgusting and deserving of only death, but intriguing nonetheless.

“Why won’t you die?”

He was ungodly attractive, like an angel of death.

A large gray wolf bit into the prince’s throat.

“How sweet.”

“The human assassin protects you. I wonder how far she’ll go to save you, brother?”

“I have all kinds of entertainment for you now, mother.”

The prince grabbed a handful of my hair again.

“You see, I’ve just taken ...

He looked to the wolf with a devilish smirk and a gl...

“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll take extra goo...

he whispered darkly as he looked back to me, and his eyes devoured my body as the r...

“Move her cage to my room,”

“You have turned my best men against me. First Alistair, now Walter. Somehow my men have failed to kill you now three times. I will not.”

I’d seen a fire flash in her eyes, a burning madness that threatened to push her to the edge. I wanted to be the one to shove her into the fire.

I shifted, needing a better look at the spots on her shoulders. The tiny speckles of sun. I had noticed them on her nose the first night I saw her—it was one of the few things I could see on her that night. In the darkness of the mangled forest, they had fascinated me. Even once I had returned to the castle, they stole my thoughts. So much so that I had to go to the library to find out what they were. We had a small bit of the sun during the day in the Unseelie realm, but it was more of a gray haze. Nothing that would cause what they called “freckles.”

What would it feel like if she looked at me that way?

She was mine—my prisoner.

She was incandescently beautiful. The kind of beauty you hear of but never witness. The kind that crawls inside your mind and haunts you until it destroys everything and consumes your soul.

She was mine now.

I would rip her head from her shoulders for making me feel this way. Human filth.

“Why won’t you die?”

Something foreign rippled through my gut. I didn’t like him near her, keeping her from me. It made me want to kill them both more.

She punched and kicked at my chest wildly. It was kind of . . . cute. I couldn’t help but laugh.

When was the last time I actually felt anything enough to laugh?

The girl was physically trying to pull me away from the ledge. Gods, she was beautiful. And stupid. A small smile tugged at the corner of my mouth before I fought it away.

I never smiled.

She tried to slap me away. Cute.

I watched as her eyes seemed to morph, the sadness seemed to wrestle with fire, and for less than a second, I saw a flash of her darkness.

It was her who had killed the forest bog. I had no doubt now. Why did she continue to act so sweet and innocent when obviously capable of something so impressive as severing a man’s finger and carving it into a key?

A little fun before I killed her wouldn’t hurt me. It would most definitely hurt her.

I have never wanted to kill someone more in all my years. To be rid of this girl that has wriggled into my mind like a maggot. She was a human.

How poetic to be caged with the creature I had chased for years.

“Do you know how many Fae have the ability to impel? To seep into your mind and melt it as they wish?”

“Two.”

“And I killed the...

He was the most horrifyingly beautiful creature. You knew you should run and hide from him, but instead, he consumed you, occupying all your senses in beautiful wonderment.

“I hold your name as a whisper on the tip of my tongue, pet. One command, and you will pull your fingernails off. I could force you to beg for me until your voice gives out. I could manipulate your mind to crave me and melt it.”

“Does my darkness frighten you, Callie?”

his deep voice whispered mockingly, and mischief sparkled like a fire in his eyes.

“...

I stated, lifting...

“You haven’t even seen ...

“For such a powerful prince, you sure seem to be having a difficult time finishing me off. Taking me to a party? Are you trying to fuck me or kill me?”

“I could easily kill you, but what fun is hearing half a pitiful scream before I kill you?”

His head tilted slightly, giving him a completely unhinged appearance.

“No, fun is knowing I can hear hours and hours of your screams whenever I want for as long as I want. But alas, pet, a good king shares with his peo...

“I wouldn’t fuck you, human, if my own life depended upon it,”