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This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
“You’re pretty when you blush, y’know.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t bother trying to escape.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant that I was dying of boredom in here.” Captain Harron let out a mirthless laugh.
My silent scream died on my lips as Death carried me into the pool. The darkness took me before the silver could.
He was frighteningly tall, his bare, muscular forearms covered in intricate, interwoven tattoos that blurred as my eyes tried to focus on them. The murderous look on his face softened somewhat when he saw Everlayne.
“Chastise me tomorrow, please. Right now, I need two things. Whiskey and a bed.”
Despite the wicked grin he wore (courtesy of my sharp tongue, it seemed), the general was pretty pissed;
“Humans are usually weak, fickle creatures, but I’ll admit, I admire this one’s loyalty. She values her family over everything else. There’s something to be said for that.”
Even with the cruel smirk playing across his mouth, Kingfisher was savagely handsome.
“My looks. My sword skills. My personality—” “Your personality is trash.”
“Bait me and see what happens.”
He didn’t need to do it. No, he did it because he wanted to.
“Straight for the jugular then, Little Osha? Ruthless. I like it.”
“I just wanted to see if you knew what hard work was. I told you I was magic,” he whispered. And then he was gone.
“It’s because I bite.”
“Elroy swears that a man will lie about the size of his cock every time a woman asks him.” Kingfisher stilled. “Are you asking me how big my cock is, Osha?”
A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”
He was cold morning air, and smoke, and fresh-turned earth, and a thousand other complex scents I didn’t even have names for.
a look of wry amusement on his irritatingly handsome face. “I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
“Admittedly, I do enjoy when a female kneels for me, but in this particular case…”
He looked down at himself, his mouth twisting into a cold smile when he caught me looking at his upgraded armor. “You like it?” he purred.
The sight of them sent a thrill of panic-tinged intrigue through me. Heat rose up from the pit of my stomach, my blood rushing to my cheeks. Kingfisher’s gaze snapped up, singling in on mine. “Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
“Yes. Just now, actually. I’m going to keep it as a souvenir.” “A reminder of the time a weak human girl landed a hit on you and drew blood? You want your friends knowing about that?”
Kingfisher leaned forward, his tongue running over his teeth again. He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
So much skin. So much ink.
“If you want it, come here and touch it,”
Heat flared in the center of my chest. The way he was looking at me… there was nothing friendly about it. Kingfisher and I weren’t friends.
If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“No, you’re not. You should be, but you’re not. That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
He kissed me back. His hands stayed right where they were, where he’d promised he’d keep them, but his grip grew tighter, his fingers digging into my hips as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting and probing with every sweep.
Fisher grinned so hard that a small dimple appeared, forming a deep groove in his cheek. A godscursed dimple.
his eyes alive with hunger.
I caught a glimpse of the midnight sky beyond: a handful of brilliant white lights flickered in the black. I didn’t want to ask, but the sight had stolen my breath.
“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.”
“The mountains. I’ve seen pictures of them in books before, but I never knew they could be so… majestic.”
The sword was an extension of Fisher himself. For a moment, it was all I could do to sit and stare at him,
That smile. Slightly open-mouthed, flashing the smallest hint of pointed teeth. I had to be so, so careful around that smile.
“Mm. You’re right. I don’t think you will invite me. When the time comes, I think you’ll beg—”
“You could eviscerate a man with that expression. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
He bit down on his bottom lip, eyes alive, flickering vivid green and silver. I knew what his amusement looked like now,
“Why? I’ve seen the way your skin breaks out in goose bumps when I speak to you like this.”
“If I were evil and using your oath for my own purposes, I’d order you onto your knees for me,”
“I watched you for a while back there. You fight well,” he murmured.
I should not have let him do that. I should not have kissed him back.
He’d kissed me.
“She’s mine,” Fisher said.
“You were worried about me,” Fisher said roughly.
Fisher drew his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes the softest I’d ever seen them.
Fisher’s hand closed around my throat, fury carved into the lines of his handsome face. “Careful,” he growled.
