Brimstone (Fae & Alchemy, #2)

by Callie Hart

“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.”

“Don’t you know? There isn’t much I wouldn’t sacrifice to make you happy, Osha. A little healing magic is the least of it.”

You can own your fantasies with me, Little Osha. There is nothing in this realm or the next that I won’t give to you if you desire it. All you ever need do is ask.

Kingfisher huffed, smiling as he ran the tip of his nose along the skin that led south of my belly button. “Come now, Osha. Where else would an acolyte kneel to worship but at the altar of his god?”

He growled into my pussy. “Fuck! You taste incredible.”

I barely heard Fisher’s satisfied drawl over the explosions going off in my head. “Thaaat’s it. Good girl. Ride it out.” I needed to breathe. Hah! No chance. Tiny black spots danced in my vision. My pulse throbbed slow and hard at my temples. Dum.

“Feeling a little feral there, Osha?”

Fisher watched me with hazy eyes, still pumping his hands up and down his cock. “Come. Here. Now,” he ground out.

His magic cocooned us, cradling our bodies as we shook and trembled. There was no need to speak. We clung to each other for a long while, blood-high and love-drunk.

I love all of you.” He blew a dark curl out of his eyes.

“I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.”

She was mine. And sometimes, the urge to throw her over a table and fuck her raw in front of everyone so that they would know that was too much to fucking bear.

I was going to do more than make her shake. I was going to make her fucking tremble. I was going to make her weak for me.