Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

Fiona pushed me. The bitch actually shoved me from behind. I was so flabbergasted, I didn’t even gasp. I was speechless. I’d come here on a mission of mercy and she’d tried to kill me again! She’d concluded from what Barrons had told her that I would die if I touched the Silver, too, and her final act had been to try to take me with her. She pushed me hard enough that I shot straight through the unresisting Silver and crashed squarely into Christian, knocking him backward onto the bed. We got tangled up in each other, trying to get out. Behind me, Barrons roared. On top of me, Christian made a raw, horny sound and ground himself against me. I sucked air between my teeth. Every instinct in my body wanted to have sex, here, now, with anyone. This place was dangerous. “Christian, it’s the chamber. It makes sex—” “I know, lass. Been here awhile.” He raised one of his arms that was pinning me to the bed. “Get out from under me. Move your ass!” he gritted. When I didn’t react instantly, he snarled, “Now! I won’t be able to say it again!” I looked at him. His eyes were out of focus, fixed on some point inside me, like a Fae prince. I shot out from beneath him and scrambled from the bed. He crouched there a moment on his hands and knees, balls heavy, erection huge and flat to his stomach, then he lunged to his feet, trying to cover himself, his hand a hopelessly inadequate shield. He tried to yank a sheet from the bed, but the black silk was king-sized, for acres of bed. Cursing, ...