Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

My back slammed up against something solid and hard—a bookcase?—but it wasn’t the shock of the pain that ripped the air from my lungs. It was Fisher’s mouth. His lips crashed down onto mine. For a brief moment, I didn’t react. I’d slipped into a daydream. This was a fantasy. It wasn’t… it wasn’t real. But the second his tongue moved past my lips, past my teeth, and I tasted him, and I felt the blast of his breath against my face, I knew better. It was real. Shockingly so… and I wanted it more than I wanted air. Casting off my shock, I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my feet at the ankles behind his back. I threaded my fingers into his hair, and I kissed him back like my life depended on it. He held me in place, pinning me against whatever was behind me, which freed his hands to move to my waist. They didn’t stay there long. I let out a sharp moan as Fisher’s hands found my breasts. He kneaded the swell of my flesh, pinching one of my nipples through my shirt, and a wave of need crested between my legs. I became hyper-aware of him. Of all the places where our bodies were connecting. I was touching him. Touching him everywhere. He was hard-packed muscle and hot, demanding breath, and the scent of fresh, cool mountain wind, and mint, and the forest at night, and— “Gods! Fisher!” His mouth was at my neck. My skin exploded into goose bumps as he kissed and laved at the sensitive skin there, the wet, scorching heat of his tongue running up the column of my throat surpr...

27 MARKED IT WAS STILL DARK when I came to. It took me a moment to remember where I was and who was wrapped around me so close. Then I lay there, very still, not breathing, hyper-aware of the fact that Fisher’s hard cock was digging into my ass and he was almost certainly awake. I’d shared enough beds with enough people to know by someone’s breathing if they were conscious or not, and Fisher’s breathing wasn’t the shallow draw of someone still lost in sleep. It was deep and far too measured, and he felt tense behind me. He’s going to get up and leave the bedroom. He’s going to roll over and tell you that he doesn’t want you here. He’s going to say something shitty so that you’ll leave. I came up with one terrible imagined eventuality after another, my nerves getting the better of me… but none of those things transpired. Fisher’s hand was still underneath my shirt, but it had half-closed, relaxing in his sleep. The material I’d used to bind my chest had come loose and risen up in the night, and his knuckles were brushing the underside of my left breast. Very slowly but with obvious intent, Fisher opened his hand against my skin again, pressing his palm against my rib cage. I fastened my lip between my teeth, suddenly panicked, my heart rate kicking up as he ran the tips of his fingers along the underside of my breast, barely making contact at all… It was a question. Is this something you want? I could choose how I answered. If I rounded my shoulders and moved away from him,...

He fell upon me like a tidal wave. His mouth found mine in the dark, and the kiss blotted out the world. Hot and demanding, his lips slid over mine, urging them to open, and then he was tasting me, exploring my mouth, his tongue claiming me. I moaned when the tips of his canines pierced my bottom lip. The copper bright tang of blood flooded my mouth, and Fisher huffed out a hard breath, letting out a moan of his own. It coated both our tongues as he kissed me deeper, his hands working their way into my hair, his breath quickening. I felt him, hard against my hip bone, his cock already rock-solid. My stomach bottomed out. Gods, I wanted him. I wanted all of him. My soul was on fire, and I didn’t care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it. His teeth caught on my lip again. On the tip of my tongue. The taste of my blood intensified, but I didn’t pull away. Fisher’s hands slid down my body, cupping my backside, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. His breath came even faster, each exhale punctuated with a ragged groan. Pulling me closer, he kissed me even harder, grinding his cock against my stomach so that I could feel his desperate need. When I get you out of these clothes, you’re in trouble, he snarled in my head. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Fisher! I clung to him, panting, already anticipating the surge of heat I would feel the moment he thrust himself inside of me. Wanting it. Craving ...