Can You Take It? (Infatuated Fae, #4)

by Jeneane O'Riley

She and Mendax were a perfect storm of thunder and lightning, and though you could have one without the other, when they were together, the whole atmosphere changed, each exposing a beauty and strength they couldn’t have had without the other.

When she wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck, I was a man lost, and when she let out a quiet moan and lightly nipped at my lip, I was a man possessed.

You should be asking yourself why you have people in your life who don’t ask those questions, or maybe you present yourself as the happy, helpful, reliable guy so no one knows you are a real person with real emotions and vulnerabilities. You use it as a shield. No one is happy all the time, Seelie or not. What a boring life it would be if we never reevaluated what we wanted and grew or faced challenges. What a sad existence it would be to never let anyone see the real you.”

but now the words villain and hero were growing unclear. I started to wonder if maybe we were all just people trying to do our best, the best way we knew how, with what we were equipped with.

“Can you take it?” I whispered, taunting her.

“Do what I say, and you’ll be rewarded,” I said sternly.

“I want to savor this,” I said, looking her in the eyes. “You’re not a quick fuck. I want to enjoy all of this.”

‘I need help kidnapping a woman I might be in love with.’ I refused to take my eyes off her. Even when she saw me staring and made a face at me. ‘Finally, you have come to your senses,’ he said with a wave of relief. ‘About Anna?’ I asked with a laugh. ‘About kidnapping women. You’re far too ugly to get them the standard way,’ he replied.

once you sacrificed everything you had to give, there was nothing left for you to survive off of.

“What do you need, heathen? Do you need my hand? My mouth?”

“We decide our own fates, and I’m deciding to stay with you,”

“Kiss me,” I ordered. “I want you to kiss me while I come in you.”

I was overcome with gratitude for everything that my life was and everything that it wasn’t. Even though I couldn’t have predicted it, as so often seems the case, the Fates had given me all my dreams and desires in the most unusual and pain-filled path and I was grateful for every second of it. Without it, I couldn’t have appreciated how amazing my life—and death really were.