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“I would kiss you if I hadn’t promised not to,” he growled and my heart rate elevated. “I would devour you just once more, even if that was all the stars let me claim.”
but a heartbeat before his mouth came down on mine, hard and wanting, pushing my lips apart with his tongue and kissing me furiously. He drove me back against some shelving as I tangled myself around him, feeling the thrashing of his pulse and tasting the desire on his lips.
“You can mark me though, Harl. You can bite me, bruise me-” “Is that what you want?” he asked in confusion. “For me to hurt you?”
“Pain is passion, especially in a world as unforgiving as this one. I want you to set a fire in my skin that never stops burning.”
I nodded, slinging my leg over his shoulder and holding my skirt high for him so he could access my underwear. He kissed my clit through the silken material, making me gasp, my back arching as his fingers rubbed between my thighs until he could feel my wetness soaking through them. He slowly dragged them to one side, exposing my pussy and slicking his tongue over my clit with a soft movement that made me shiver.
He laid kisses on my bare flesh, kisses that were hot but didn’t burn. And I so wanted them to burn.
“Stay out of trouble.” He wrapped the cloak around his shoulders, marking him as one of them once more. “I like trouble.” “I mean it, Ever.” “So do I.”
“Blazer? What are you, eighty? No one’s called the Flamebringers Blazers since my great grandmama was born,” I scoffed, turning my focus back to the settlement.
“Because she’s dead or because you’re a loveless bitch?”
“Because I’m crossborn – I thought everyone knew that? My mother and presumably all of her kinsfolk were of the weak-blooded Cascadian variety.
“I take it you’re a Stonebreaker?”
Something about the Dragon made me wonder if my power over him would hold, if even ether was strong enough to contain him.
This was the heart of who I was. This was the bloody truth of me at my core. A monster fit for nothing but bloodshed, a demon set to destroy all that might have been good. Perhaps it was right that I had lost all I’d loved because a beast such as me hadn’t deserved them.
His touch was blazing hot, a contrast to the blood chilling on my skin and I swallowed roughly, wondering if I should just kill him too and haul his corpse back to Dragor as a fuck you to the prince who had offered me this task in place of the vengeance I needed.
“Silence doesn’t taste as good as your rage, little dove, so I think I’ll keep taking my chances with the latter if it’s all the same to you,”
That mouth of yours gets us into more trouble than all the enemies we hold in The Waning Lands combined.
The spark in that damn Dragon’s eyes kept haunting me and eventually I had no choice but to drag the bedding out into the corridor beyond his cell to set up camp there.
Occasionally, however, when Everest Arcadia got too close, she stoked up a fire in my flesh that was somehow kindled from the passive silence of my soul.
It had been a long time since I’d felt any such thing, too long to truly remember how that particular emotion was capable of clawing through my chest.
How could that boy have become this man?
I knew why, but the how was hard to recall. It had happened abruptly, one moment my heart had been full of grief and the next, silence.
a Raincarver had followed me to my quarters with the intent to murder me and instead had incited a carnal fury from the depths of my unfeeling soul.
I deliberated each move I had made since I’d discovered what she was. Every action had a reaction and mine more than most.
But making a Raincarver my Fearsire was a decision that could equal my end as surely as it could equal my ascension. And more importantly, Mirelle’s ascension.
Everest herself was still in denial of her own power, but I had read every text in Pyros that contained mention of the Void. It was a weapon that could neutralise our enemies’ magic and their Orders; nothing fit that description more than her.
“Forgive me, Esrin.”
The meaning in old Pyros was ‘prince’ and it was a word used by many of the Ember Wing – The Matriarch’s ruling mob.
Only un-Awakened Fae could walk untouched through the magical barriers bordering the other lands - a fact little known by the masses and long may it remain that way.
I’d experienced terror through many Fae in the past, but there was nothing like the flood of power I gained in the moment before a Fae’s death now, the harsh, ruthless tide of fear gifting me magic untold.
His laughter carried to me now from across the lounge and others laughed with him, at ease, enjoyment a thing North Brimtheon found in all circumstances.
Why he still bothered with my lifeless, inanimate self, I was yet to understand, but he always had affection to offer me, never seeming to run short on it, while I remained desolate in return.
My smiles for him were false, if ever I wore one at all, only doing so because Mirelle had once told me how fiercely it pained North that I showed him no love.
There was a time when I had always beaten him, until Mirelle had pulled me aside and told me that North was embarrassed by his losses and it would be good for me to let him win sometimes.
North’s ego was fragile, I understood that to a degree, though it was difficult for me to fathom the way emotion played into his sense of importance in the world.
I longed to feel even a fraction of their emotions, but instead, all was still.
He preferred the quiet company of the moon more often than not, and I was one of the few Fae he kept truly close.
But when it came down to it, the only real emotions I could recall experiencing in recent history pivoted entirely around my Fearsire.
“She will not come between us.” “Never,”
“The world might not ever understand you, Kai, and fuck, maybe I don’t myself sometimes. But I know I love you and you love me back. That’s all that matters when it comes to family anyway, right?
Fair wishes from Cinder Vale, I anticipate your return greatly. A warm welcome shall await you at the palace when-
The Tome of Eventide Brews, Page 113
An urgent tug in my chest told me my Fearsire was being drawn to me to fulfil the needs of the soul-tie and feed me her terrors. She would come. She had resisted it the past few weeks, but I could sense the roaring of the Nightfire in her veins and the demands waiting to be met.
But I’ve never seen you put your cock near the enemy. That’s a line we don’t cross because that’s for sickos and freaks. And we’re not either of those. You know that, right?” “I know that.”
Her hair was a thick mass of dark curls and her eyes were a shade of brown that was almost metallic in quality. Eyes that kept my attention far longer than most eyes did.
There wasn’t an ounce of terror in her now, no taste to gain, but that would soon change. My cock began to harden and I frowned, looking down at it, unsure exactly what had evoked the reaction.
But before I could find the source of that ultimate fear, a wild power tore from Everest into me. That unholy, dark magic she possessed. The Void.
It rushed deep into my chest and unlocked something inside me as it had time and again, unleashing a raging storm that shattered everything I knew about myself and left me reeling.
His eyes fixed on Mother first, then us, a steely determination in his dark eyes. But his arm was bloody and a cut on his cheek was oozing red as he ran to meet Mother and grabbed her hand.
“My brave Kai. You need to go with your mother and Cato. Get them to Blackthorn Peak. It will be safe there. The Matriarch’s army will be on the way. Can you do that for me?”
I scrambled after him, panicked and reaching for his hand, but the hounds were upon him and he was torn away from me. He fell painfully quiet, the silence of his screams so loud that it hurt.
