When Scarlett opened her mouth to him, he groaned, and the sound rumbled through her as his tongue swept in, and she tasted his cloves and honey flavor. Again, that lush smokey smell mixed with his ash and cedar scent. She pulled back, breathless. “You said Fae can scent emotions and other things.” “I did.” His voice was gruff, and he was breathing as fast as she was. Then the scent that sometimes mixed with his was…arousal. A slow grin formed on her mouth. “That could be a useful tool, Prince,” she crooned.
