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“Do you like having fingernails, Carrion?” he asked politely. “I—” Carrion gaped. “I do, actually.” “I thought so.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my mate,” Fisher said quite amicably. “And if any part of your body, literally any part of it, comes into contact with hers, then I will remove it.”
Gods, but he was perfect.
You okay, Little Osha? You’ve gone red.
It’s hard to concentrate on camp logistics when I can smell you across the room, though, Osha.
Be under no illusion, Little Osha. You are all I can smell.
Archer. I’m not the lady of the house.” “Yes, you are.”
“No other will ever claim this seat.” He said it matter-of-factly, drawing out the chair in question, gesturing for me to sit down. “From now on, you are Lady of Cahlish.”
And I still loved the male walking beside me.
“You know I would marry you,” he rushed out. “You must know that I want to.”
Now I can’t think of anything I want to do more. Marrying you would be…”
“A Fae wedding ceremony is extremely sacred. It is the greatest commitment two lovers can undertake in Yvelia. Not because they swear to love and honor each other for all their days. Not because they give each other their hearts, either. It’s sacred because they give each other their names. Their true names. And I can give you everything else, Osha. But I can’t give you that.”
“I love you, Fisher.” It was the first time I’d said it.
“I love you, and nothing else matters beyond that. Wherever you are, I’ll beg the gods and all the fates to let me be there, too,”
“Say what?” “Don’t play with me.” “But I—” “Please.”
“I love you, Fisher. Of course I do. Always. Forever.”
Little Osha.
“I can’t wait for you to show me.”
The high that came whenever Fisher looked at me was way better than any bliss I’d found on the rooftops overlooking the Third.
He was more than an addiction. He was life itself. We were separate beating chambers of the same heart now.
You smell like excitement. You smell like laughter. And peace. And love.”
You are home.”
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“I despise the gods, Saeris. I’m Oath Bound by this land and the blood of kings. I swore I would never offer up a word of gratitude to them again, but you have made a liar of me. You’re a gift that cannot be ignored. My heart…”
But for better or worse, you have brought me back to life.”
“Three nights. That’s how long I’ve paced this room, fantasizing about fucking you raw, Saeris Fane.”
“I was praying you’d live all of the others.”
“I want you,” I whispered. “Please…”
Take me. Claim me. Fuck me. Own me.
“Careful, Osha,” he said roughly, kissing along my jawline. He stopped when he reached my ear, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. “You might just get what you wish for.”
“You taste like the end of the fucking world,” he purred. “Just kill me and be done with it. Nothing will ever be better than this.”
Little Osha.”
“You are the single most stunning thing I have ever seen, Saeris.”
“You possess the kind of magic that could undress me, I’m sure of it. Care to give it a shot?”
Now there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for this male;
“Come now, Osha. Where else would an acolyte kneel to worship but at the altar of his god?”
“No, don’t stop. You can grind yourself against my mouth all you want.”
Fisher had bitten me and had started to drink. The gods only knew how much of his venom he’d injected into me at once, but I came. On. The. Spot.
“Thaaat’s it. Good girl. Ride it out.”
“You’re not human anymore, Saeris. Think you can keep up with me now?”
I wanted him so fucking badly.
Osha,”
I had to have him,
“Feeling a little feral there, Osha?”
“Oh, believe me. I want to fuck you. Need proof?”
“This little bubble you’ve created is trapping your scent, you know,” he said. “The scent of you is driving me fucking crazy.”
“Come. Here. Now,”
“Suck,” I told him.
His eyes rolled back into his head, and Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate, slayer of the last dragon and Lord of Cahlish, obeyed me.
“Osha,” he said in a warning tone.
