Bound by Ravens (Bound by Ravens, #1)

by Jesikah Sundin

To otters . . . You're not monsters. Don't ever let Irish mythology tell you differently, you adorable, whiskered darlings.

“I need to catch something far prettier than your mouth.”

“Seduce—” Then he kissed me. He. Kissed. Me. Tongue and everything.

“Fifteen belongings you have taken. Fifteen articles of magic not yours.” The witch wheezed a laugh. “And so you will only know fifteen feet of separation from the other.”

Now get off!” I lowered my mouth closer to hers, delighted by the quick intake of her breath, and whispered, “Good girl.”

“Taryn, my sweet whiskered alley rat, the one my soul calls Rynnie, I can’t deny our hot, sparking chemistry a second longer.”

bound by ravens.

Nice ehehe

I needed to move or I would curl up into a fetal position and angry cry myself to sleep.

I twisted around to face her and let my gaze slowly drift down her body. “After his wife undresses before him first.” Her cheeks blushed scarlet, but her dark brown eyes threw daggers at me. “If he scrubs all the mud—” “Oh, he will,” I playfully cut in. “He will scrub every inch of clothing they own to watch his wife strip bare.” She arched a dark brow. “Been awhile for the Otter King, has it?”

“There’s a legend that the Dobhar-chú will fall into a deep sleep only when a beautiful virgin maid sings him a lullaby.” She scoffed. “Why do males make a girl’s virginity magical? The hubris to think he steals her magic from bedding her.” “Oh love,” I said with a cocky smile, “it’s not to steal her magic. He pines to be the first to show her a male’s.”

“It was that she be beautiful. And, love,” he paused, his voice growing rough, “your beauty is now proven legendary.”

They were mine. Even after our mate bond was dissolved, I would tear down mountains if another male kissed her.

I’m ready to walk sixteen feet away and point a stick at your heart as you come flying back to me.”

“The Fiddling Duck,”

'The Snuggly Ducklin' ahh vibes

I knew it wasn’t just our mate bond riddling my head. I was falling for Taryn Hunt.

“I’m fine,” she ground out—and froze when noting the feral gleam in my eyes. Aye, these are murder eyes, Rynnie.

she added with a wink and sauntered off. And stars above, I followed her like a dog on a leash.

Falling stars lit our shared smiles as we danced. And . . . I felt myself falling too. Moon above, I hadn’t felt this happy in an age.

Finn leaned down to whisper in my ear, his heated gaze locked onto Lady Winslow’s the entire time. “I only want you, Taryn Hunt.” He bowed, kissing my hand and, while lowered, his gaze slammed into mine. “Only you, love.”

He dragged a canine down my neck and, friends, my knees buckled.

“Steal another kiss and don’t stop.” Dark green strands fell to his shoulders and tickled my cheek. “Even after our curse is broken, keep stealing kisses from my lips.”

I became the night sky, every twinkling star above, the moon, the sun, and every wish made upon the heavens.

I was nothing more than a mistake, after all. And I . . . I didn’t know if my heart would survive it. Yet, I couldn’t stop yearning for what could never be with him.

Didnt she hate him too though?

Two souls could collide under the right circumstances and feel whole for the first time. Two hearts could intertwine so fast, the beat of one craved the other to an obsession.