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“You're thinking about my hands sliding up the insides of your thighs right now,” he said. “About my fingers slipping inside the wet folds of you. Working against your swollen clit, rubbing you until you're panting and whimpering, begging for me to sink my cock into your—”
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For the second time since we sat down to dinner, Renfis nearly choked on his drink. He spun in his seat, giving Fisher a scandalized look that said, really? I'm sitting right fucking here, but Fisher paid him no heed.
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Ammontraíeth,”
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“You'll be laughing on the other side of your face soon.” Carrion used one hand to dust the snow off his pants and the other to flip me off. “It's almost your turn. My ass can't take much more of this.” “I bet that's the first time you've said those words,” I called. He stuck out his tongue like a petulant child. “I'm more of a giver than a receiver, actually.”
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Black shadows spilled from Fisher's fingers. Smoke roiled up the table legs and swept across the tabletop like morning mist rolling across a field. It swallowed our food, the wicker basket, everything. With a crash, the table flipped, toppling to the floor, and then Fisher was on his feet, lifting me out of my chair, lifting me from the ground...crossing the tent. 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.
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“Fuck.” He snarled the guttural curse into the crook of my neck, at the same time driving his hips upward
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“Fisher!” I cried out his name. He let out a wordless, animalistic growl in response
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Fisher pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning. He looked up, looked at me, and my stomach dropped. “Fisher—” He crossed the tent so fast. Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me again. Hard. Fast.
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He shook his head emphatically, his eyes begging me not to speak. Quickly, he took hold of my hand and placed it onto his chest, right in the center. Thum, thum, thum, thum, thum, thum....
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“I can't believe you're eating cake,” I groused, dragging a footstool dangerously close to the fire. “It isn't cake. It's quiche,” Carrion said around a full mouth. “What’s quiche?” “Dunno. It's made out of eggs and some other stuff. It's delicious. Here.” He held out the slab of food. “Want some?”
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Danya,”
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Lorreth,”
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“She's mine,” Fisher said.
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He made straight for me but barked out a question to Ren. “Have you got the annoying one?” “I have,” Ren answered tiredly. “Uh, I hope you’re not talking about me,” Carrion said, but Fisher didn't honor him with a response.
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Fisher's tattooed hands came around me and worked deftly at the cloak's tie, unfastening it so that it slid from my shoulders. “You never wore the dresses I put out for you,” he murmured into my hair.
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“Swift. Earlier. Back in the war room. You were trading that cake back and forth with him for ages.”
“Because I fucking said so.” “Is it some weird Fae custom that I don’t know about?” “No,” he answered stubbornly. “It doesn’t mean anything. Share all the bowls of stew you like with Lorreth or Ren. Just don’t share food with that prick. It's bad enough that you insist on sharing air with him. I'd rather you didn't eat off the same fucking plate, too.” “What have you got against Carrion?” “I don’t want to talk about Carrion,” he growled.
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Fisher drew his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes the softest I'd ever seen them. Gently, he gathered the flyaway hair that had escaped my braid and carefully swept it behind my ear. “Breathe, Little Osha.”
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“Malcolm’s a high Fae vampire. The very first. We were cursed thousands of years ago, and the Fae turned into something very like Malcolm. When a cure was found, my great-grandfather and most of the other Yvelian Fae took it. They were horrified by the monsters they'd become and wanted to return to their old lives. But there were those who liked the dark magic the curse afforded them. They liked the power and the promise of immortality.” “Aren't the Fae already immortal?” Fisher chuckled. “No, Little Osha. We’re not. Our lifespans are the subject of much research and conjecture. We outlive
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“You don't hate me as much as you pretend to,” I said. He stepped toward me, leonine, predatory, dangerous. “Don't I?” “No, you don't.” “That's an interesting theory.” “I don't think you hate me at all.” He laughed but took another step forward. “You think very highly of yourself then, don't you?”
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“You want to bite me,” I whispered. “Hah!” He threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, you have no idea what kind of tightrope you're balancing on right now, do you?”
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Fisher's hand closed around my throat, fury carved into the lines of his handsome face. “Careful,” he growled.
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His lips crashed down on mine. He stole my words, claiming my mouth with a ragged snarl.
Fisher groaned, taking the weight of them in his palms. He kneaded the flesh, cursing, his eyes feasting on my chest.
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Fisher's eyes flared as he grabbed the front of my pants by the waistband and pulled me roughly to him. “You asked for this. When you're sore from coming so hard and you can't recall your own name, remember that, Little Osha.” He held my gaze as he yanked open my pants and shoved them down my thighs.
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He shoved his right hand between my legs and grabbed me by the throat with the other, startling the shit out of me.
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he tore my underwear to one side and plunged his fingers into the molten wet heat of my core, but his hand closed around my windpipe, stealing my ability to breathe.
Kingfisher purred as he plunged his finger...
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“My, my. So worked up already? You're slick as hell. What do you taste like, mm? Are you going to scream for me like a good girl when I have you ride my face?”
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Fisher bowed his head, leaning into me, his mouth so close to mine. “When you take all of me, remember to breathe.” He let go of my throat,
“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.”
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“Put the soles of your feet on the bed.”
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Fisher took hold of himself as if he knew what I'd just been thinking, slowly shuttling his hand up and down his cock. “Let your knees fall open,” he demanded. “I—” “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.”
“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.”
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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.”
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“Such a pretty flower, blooming just for me,” he rumbled, climbing up onto the end of the bed. His hands closed around my ankles,
I screamed as he yanked me down the bed toward him.
He ran the tip of his nose up, up, up, inhaling deeply as he went.
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“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.”
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“Do not fucking dare finish that sentence,” he snarled. “I don't want a mouthful of soap and perfume. I want to taste you.”
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“Not yet,” he murmured against me. “You don't get to come until I say so.”
“Not yet,” he murmured against me. “You don't get to come until I say so.”
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I felt his growl vibrating through me,
he dipped his fingers inside of me, teasing my entrance with just the tips of his index and middle finger,
“Fisher, please,” I panted. “I want...I want...” “Don't worry. I know what you need.” He thrust his fingers deep,
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He wasn't going to stop me this time. He drew me to my climax with determination, a gratified growl of victory ripping from his throat when he pushed me over the edge.
I felt his hands tighten on my thighs as I bucked and writhed,
Fisher was on his knees between my legs, the head of his cock butting against my entrance. His right hand found my hip. When his left hand found my throat again, a veil of shadows flowed down his arm and up my neck in a warm, heady caress.
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“Oh, no, Little Osha. You're gonna be looking right at me for this,” Fisher said. “Look.” He waited until I'd made eye contact with him again, then his hand moved up to my jaw. He held me almost tenderly as he said, “You still want it?”
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His smile was pure, powerful male satisfaction. “Hold on tight then. I hope you're not afraid of the dark.” He thrust forward, slamming himself inside me,
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