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“I wasn’t eye-fucking you. I was trying to see through all of this… steam.”
“There you go again, lying your little heart out. You like my sweat, don’t you, human?”
was ready to fight, but Kingfisher moved quicker than me. He became a blur of black smoke. Cold wind ripped at my hair, and then he was gone. He rematerialized on the other side of the workshop, murder in his eyes,
thought you were about to get your face torn off.”
“transporting like that when you have a headache is the worst.”
“Graceless fucking gods, human! Stop fucking yelling!”
“It’s going to bite you,” Kingfisher said. “No, it won’t. It—” It bit me.
“Don’t make promises on my behalf,” Kingfisher interjected. “I think it would make a great hat.”
“Finally. A use for all of that ridiculous material. Such a pretty little doll in her pretty little dress, aren’t you.”
“A whole lot of blood.”
“Let me guess. Your virginity.” “Fuck you, Fisher.” “Sure.” He smirked. “But I’m afraid I don’t have any new boots to trade you for your time.”
for the love of all the gods, he was pulling his shirt over his gods-cursed head! When he turned, his chest bare, a sea of swirling black ink marking slick muscle, his expression was trained into a blank mask.
banks of powerful muscles flexing on either side of his spine as he made notes in a book he’d conjured from somewhere. So much skin. So much ink. His tattoos on his back were interwoven—bold, sweeping lines that seemed to form pathways and tell stories. I wasn’t about to lie to myself; I wanted to know about every single one of them—what they meant and when he’d got them. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of asking, though.
Every line of him was art. With his full mouth, and the faint shadow of stubble marking his jaw, his fascinating eyes, and all of his midnight-black hair, it was hard not to look at him and ache.
Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
But Fisher was the epitome of everything that was strong, and male, and powerful. He was so much more than anything I’d experienced before. He was beautiful. Looking at him made me feel like I couldn’t catch my breath.
Holy. Fucking. Gods.
He spread his legs, the hard, interested light in
his eyes daring me to step between them so that I could close the gap. My heart skipped and tripped all over the place as I took that step, accepting his silent challenge. He was so godsdamned big. His
Fisher rested his tattooed hands on top of his thighs, his bright green eyes following my every move as I reached up and touched the fine silver chain.
could smell him.
I wanted to lean into him and inhale deep.
“We’re bigger. Taller, of course,”
“Our hearts are bigger by ratio.”
“Our eyesight is far superior to yours. Our… sense of smell,” he
“Our sense of taste is superior to yours. Touch. Our sense of hearing is very sharp. We can hear the smallest sound at a great distance.”
“We can hear each other’s heartbeats.”
“Slow. Steady,” he murmured. “Our Fae hearts rarely betray us. We’re calm creatures. But you, Osha? You’re a ball of chaos. Your heart betrays you at every turn.” Quickly, he placed his hand on my chest, right between my breasts. I didn’t have time to react to the contact; he began tapping out the rhythm of my heart against my sternum. “Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum. Fast. Erratic, like a hummingbird. I hear it bouncing around all over the place when you look at me. Did you know that?”
the corner of his mouth kicking up as he tugged me closer to him. His other hand moved from my chest, sliding down, around my waist, settling in the small of my back.
you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
“You can pull away at any time. Looks to me like you’re choosing to stay. It also looks like you’re having to stop yourself from touching me. You want to touch me the way I’m touching you, don’t you? To feel the weight of me beneath your palms. The heat of me…”
“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.”
“Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to know what I taste like?”
“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 muscle.” “Why would I do that?”
I lunged for him, curving into him, crushing my chest against his, driving my fingers into his hair. One second, I was standing there, wanting very badly to put some space between us, and then the next, I was rising up onto my toes, still having to reach up for him even though he was sitting down, and I was pressing my mouth to his…
He kissed me back.
This was the kiss to end all kisses. Demanding, urgent, and carnal.
“Careful,” he panted. “I swore I’d be still while you kissed me. At no point did I promise to exercise restraint if you climbed up into my lap and started grinding yourself against my cock.” I hadn’t—I wasn’t— Fuck. I had. I was. Without even realizing, I’d straddled him. My legs were wrapped low around his waist. His cock was rock hard, trapped between our bodies. I could feel it there, rubbing up against me, applying the most delicious pressure whenever I shifted my weight. Not. Fucking. Happening.
A godscursed dimple.
“Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum. So fast. Like a hummingbird. Get the fox bite looked at, Little Osha. You don’t want that arm falling off.”
Now there was a fox in the bag, too, and by the sounds of it, the furry little shit wasn’t happy about all of the bouncing. He yipped as I sprinted through the hallways, heading down, down, always down. Fae males and females shouted, annoyed as I barreled past them, not giving them time to recognize me for who I was.
“Did you want me to leave you back in the forge? You heard him. He wanted to turn you into a hat.”
“Rule number three. Do not make me do any physical activity,” he snarled. “What part of ‘I am hungover’ did you not fucking understand!”
“Really? Because I believe you’re wearing my ring, and I don’t remember fucking giving it to you.” “Fine, yes, I took your stupid ring, but I didn’t lie to you!” I
“You like calling me that, don’t you. Knock yourself out. You did lie. You lied with your body. With your mouth. You crawled up into my lap, and kissed me, and rubbed yourself all over me, and used the opportunity to take something from me.”
“Who the fuck is Elroy?”
“Cute. And no. Use the dagger I gave you if you like, but you’re giving me your blood. It doesn’t have to be much.”
“Baby.”
“What do you think about Onyx?”
