Flame and Starlight (The Esteria, #1)

by Dana Isaly

“You can tell him that his stupid training has literally killed me and that he doesn’t have to worry about keeping me alive any longer.”

Now that Nyxa had forced my hand and made me change, it was more like I was between two courts: a court of flame and a court of starlight.

He got a wicked glint in his eyes, and his hand grazed my collarbone, and then his fingers wrapped themselves around my throat. His thumb caressed my jaw. “Or you wanted to rip off Leona’s pretty little head out of jealousy.”

I scoffed. He called her pretty. My stomach clenched.

“Have you seen me?” I asked, knowing I was not a dainty flower. I was not that tiny blonde from last night. I had curves and a belly under this dress.

“And Alyssandra?” “Hm?” I asked, turning around. “I never want to hear you talk about your body like that again.”

Had to give her credit for her massive lady balls.

“I thought it would keep you safe, Alys, because everything I love gets taken away from me. And if he finds out you’re mine, he will increase his efforts tenfold, and I cannot stand the thought of losing you. I don’t want this life for you.”

I pushed my butt back into him, trying to find him. His hands stilled me and slowly pushed my pants down to my knees, and cold air licked at my skin. His arms snaked around my waist, and he cupped me, pressing the heel of his palm into the apex between my thighs. I moaned, and my legs would’ve given out had he not been holding me up. A finger slipped inside. I was heated and soaked for him.

“So wet for me, little duck,” he purred in my ear. He pulled his hand away, and I looked back at him to beg for him to touch me, but the second our eyes met, he was inside me.

“You chose me,” he said in a whisper on my lips. “No one has ever chosen me.”

“Sit there and behave for once, High Lord.” I started to move against him, while still pressing the blade against him just enough to make sure he didn’t move. It was my turn to be in control.

“Come for me, High Lord. Show me what I do to you.”

“And why do you think there would be a war? You’ve got quite an inflated sense of self-worth there, Wheezy.”

A small sheet of paper lay across her pillow, and I picked it up, nearly ripping it as I opened it. Asher, You told me that no one had ever chosen you. This is me choosing you. This is me choosing your life over mine. Alys