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But my definition of impossible needed revising, it seemed.
fickle
askance
“transmute”
don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
He set down the piece of bread and meat he was holding and sat back in his chair very slowly. His expression was suddenly serious, his eyes alert, his voice low and smooth as velvet. “You’re making it worse.”
“And… and why does it smell like a brothel in here? If you’re going to spend the night out whoring and drinking, the least you could do is wash the smell of sex off you before showing up for breakfast.”
“I’ve fucked plenty of humans,” he whispered. “Does that surprise you?”
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little
Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
“If you try to punch me again, I’ll tie your hands behind your fucking back,” he promised. He was still smirking, but he meant it. I could see it in his eyes. “You’re still standing here,” he said in a taunting tone. Fuck. I was still standing between his legs. What the hell was wrong with me?
Lightly, the same way he’d placed his hands on the small of my back. “Go on. Pull back. I won’t stop you,” he said. “Or you could kiss me. You could kiss me. I’ll just sit here. I won’t move a
“Why would I do that?” “Because you’re intrigued. Because you’re bored. Because you’re super fucking aroused right now, and you want to follow through on whatever li...
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face. “I didn’t say I minded. But for next time, that’s where the line is. You want to cross it, I’ll happily join you on the other side. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I fought to shove down the mortified heat that rose up the back of my neck. “There won’t be a next time.” Fisher grinned
grousing,
underfoot.”
baleful
“That’s right. But I wasn’t just covered in your blood, was I? I was wearing another of your… perfumes.”
“When you were grinding yourself all over my lap, you marked me up very efficiently,” he purred.
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
Pheromones
“If I were evil and using your oath for my own purposes, I’d order you onto your knees for me,” he said, cutting me off. “I’d order you to part your legs for me. I’d order you to suck and fuck me until you passed out from
exhaustion. Is that what you want, Little Osha?”
“You don’t think I could have taken him?” Even I knew I couldn’t have. Of course I did. But it still was fun to bait Fisher into thinking I was serious. But Fisher didn’t take the bait. “He wouldn’t be the general of this army if you could have.” He nodded toward me as I swallowed down a mouthful of soup. “So you are compliant sometimes,” he said softly.
baying
He nodded. “Don’t share food with that prick again, Little Osha.” “What?” “Swift. Earlier. Back in the war room. You were trading that cake back and forth with him for ages.”
flippantly
“I can’t wait to hear what kind of sounds you make when I thrust into you for the first time,” he purred. “I’m going to make you pant for me, Little Osha. And when we’re done, I’ll close my eyes and replay the sound of you moaning in my head every time I stroke myself to completion.” Gods. Just the thought of him touching himself…
“No arguments, Osha. I’ve driven myself half-crazy wondering what you look like. I need to fucking see. Put me out of my misery.”
I’d never been timid in a bedroom before. I was in way, way over my head this time, though. I fought a wave of nerves as I let my knees fall open, and Fisher unleashed a strained growl. “Perfect. You’re absolutely fucking perfect. If Danya does rip my head off tomorrow, at least now I’ll die happy.”
had drawn blood. “You smell so, so fucking good,” he said thickly. “Back in the forge at the palace, I caught a hint of this. I knew then I had to taste you. This smell has been haunting my fucking dreams. I haven’t been able to think straight for remembering the scent of your need.”
“Do not fucking dare finish that sentence,” he snarled. “I don’t want a mouthful of soap and perfume. I want to taste you.”
“Yes. I want it. I want you.” His smile was pure, powerful male satisfaction.
“Because the camp will still be in chaos. I’ll have a lot of things to take care of, and I want to know exactly where you are.”
When I’d picked up a pitcher at the Winter Palace and filled a glass for myself for the first time, I’d thought the sound of that rushing, free water would be my favorite sound until the day I died.
“When I imagine you, Little Osha, you’re very rarely wearing clothes.”
but he shook his head, hauling me out of it again by my wrists.
“I don’t think so, Little Osha. Come on. Here. You’re sleeping in the bed.”
“There are two kinds of forever, Alchemist. One is heaven. The other is hell. It doesn’t matter what I do. Make sure you choose your version of immortality wisely.”
Speaking of which. I glared at him even harder. “You slept with me.” He grinned shamelessly. “You’re welcome.” “Carrion!” “What? You’ve been fucking Fisher for the past gods only knows how long!”
“Please leave, Carrion,” Fisher said flatly. “I’ll come and tell you everything I remember about them later, but for now, I want to be alone with my mate.” He said it with such pride. My mate.
