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For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.
“Y’KNOW, there’s really no need for all this violence.”
“That’s Zareth, god of chaos and change.”
“You like it?” he purred. “I figured some extra protection was in order this morning since you’re now given to hurling yourself at me like some kind of rabid feline.”
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
“I like being surprised,” Fisher said, spinning his fork over in his hand. “I’m also a fan of aggressive foreplay. It’ll be a fun reminder.”
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
“This is not my brother, Fisher. This is Carrion fucking Swift!”
“The quicksilver closes the gap. With it, we can travel to the realms that orbit those stars.”
“I’ll happily kiss all of your aches and pains better for you once we strike camp. I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
To avoid far more serious pain, sometimes we have to endure a little sting.
“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—”
“We have a fucking Alchemist?” “She’s mine,” Fisher said.
“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.”
This wasn’t just an orgasm. It was an awakening.
“Yes. I want it. I want you.” His smile was pure, powerful male satisfaction. “Hold on tight, then. I hope you’re not afraid of the dark.”
“Witch,” he accused. “You do have magic.”
“Don’t call her Sunshine,” he commanded. “Why not?”
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”
The sword lay across Lorreth’s lap. He rested a hand on the hilt as, still in complete awe of the beauty lighting up the heavens, he began to sing.
“Don’t you dare die on my watch, Saeris Fane! Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
“Eh.” He shot me a rakish grin. “I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
I love Carrion! 😂
“Historically, Marks like that come at a cost. They’re the kind of Marks that people will want to write stories about. And not happy ones.”
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.
God-bound. We were God-bound. Mates.
“Nobody will ever fuck you the way I’m about to fuck you, Saeris Fane. I’m about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don’t forget to tell them I’m the one you worship on your knees.”
“It might not be today, but oh, I am coming to find you, Madra. Fear the shadows, bitch. I’m made of them. One night soon, I’ll climb out of one and slit your fucking throat.”
