The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

That everything done to prevent what was coming had only ensured that it would.

For every hardship, there must be prosperity. Hate could not exist without love. There could be no joy without knowing grief.

Kieran gripped our clasped hands, and my cheeks dampened.

“Do you think I want to leave her side? Or that I want to leave yours?”

“You must be getting really tired of being the one to keep both Poppy and me in line.” Kieran chuckled as he approached. “Someone has to do it.”

I would always know his voice.

“You’re in pain,” he said, his voice strained with anguish. “I can take it away. My blood is yours. My strength is yours.” He shuddered. “I am yours.”

“She’s about to go full Primal on your ass.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky.” “I love you more than all the fish in the sea,”

I’d never seen a God of Death, but Casteel looked like one then.

“Now, they rise. Not from the blood and ash, but from the ruin and wrath of all they created.”

“So, tell me something, Casteel. Will you become the…fatal flaw in her armor?” he asked.

“The truth isn’t bold.” I crossed my arms and turned my attention back to him. “It’s just the truth.”

“Life always prevails,”

The moment I tasted her lips, felt her against me, nothing—fucking nothing—else mattered.

She looked thoroughly debauched.

“It’s so annoying when you two tag-team me,” I muttered. Casteel opened his mouth as what sounded like a choked laugh came from Kieran. “What?” I frowned, and then my eyes widened, my face heating. “That was not what I meant!” “Good. Because I think you like that kind of—” “Casteel,” I hissed.

Casteel watched me for several moments. “Good girl.”

“Because I’m not going to let you do this to her—to us.” The breath he took was shaky. When he spoke again, his voice had turned coarse. “I won’t let you do this to yourself.”

There had better be a massive tub behind one of those doors, or I would riot.

It was big enough for two—possibly even three—people,

Surely, not everyone would respond as well as Casteel and Kieran had.

“You’re uncomfortable.” The frankness of his statement caused my brow to furrow. “There’s no reason to be.” He paused. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” My lips pursed. “I haven’t forgotten. And I didn’t say I was uncomfortable.”

Us.”

“Let’s not borrow tomorrow’s problems,”

“I don’t expect you or anyone else to do what I am unwilling to do myself.”

Come for what’s mine, and I will undo your very existence.

at me, Casteel, and Kieran.

Most involved in the resistance are young,

I guessed it went back to the reason Aylard was behaving himself. It had to do with what was between his legs instead of what was in his chest and head. Whatever.

“You should be asking what we should do,” Casteel said. “The three of us. Together.”

That’s how we walk away from this. Together. That’s how we live.

“I’m a walking red flag,”

“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to have to kick Reaver out of this chamber.” “I would like to stop looking at your dick,” Reaver commented. “You sure about that? I think you like staring at my dick.” Shaking my head, I stared at the canopied bed top. It was way too early— “That would be the wolf,” Reaver replied. “Not me.”

Every time she called me Cas was a miracle.

I wanted to experience that with her. I wanted to experience it with both of them.

“So incredibly violent,” he purred. “I like.” Flushed, I shot him a look of warning. “A lot,” he murmured.

There is nothing I won’t do for you. There isn’t anything you won’t do for me. And the same goes for Kieran.

We won’t leave you, Poppy. We will not fall.

All I could think about was losing you—either of you.”

“And I never see you as just Poppy,” he continued. “Not when all I can see is my everything. My world.”

Delano…he was too pure.

We need to discuss this with Kieran.

I was instantaneously hard.

“I half-expected Kieran to kiss you before he left.”

“If there is wine, then the answer is yes—always yes.”

“Good girl.”

“Yeah, my Queen.” The words sounded guttural. “Like that. Like however you want.”

“There are worse things than dying.”

My palms tingled with the desire to introduce them to his face.