Within Obsession and Lies (A Court of Gilt and Shadow, #1)

by Stacy Jones

Other people dream of being special. They wouldn’t, if they knew what a nightmare it is.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

Arawyn had spent the last ten years afraid of that well inside her, and she wouldn’t go back to that. You have to use it to understand it.

the view of the night sky had always soothed her.

“That’s it, moín Firláh,” he practically purred. “Let me give you what you need. Come for me. Come for us.”

“Ah, fuck, Baby… I’m gonna… ” Through the pleasure engulfing her, she felt his big body jerk, felt the hard bar of his cock pulse through the layers separating them and knew he was following her over the edge. Listening to him grunt with every hard, rhythmic buck of his hips against her ass, knowing it was her pleasure that broke his control,

“Because I know what it is to be haunted. I know the toll of fighting your demons alone. And I know how much it helps to have someone in your corner, to know that someone has your back. Let me be that for you, Arawyn. Please.”

“And if you’re wrong? What then, little brother? If we let down our guards, and she betrays us, what then? This time, you may not escape with a few scars. This time, I may actually lose you.”

“What can I do to help?” Viper asked, moving to the oven to turn off the timer. You could take me back to the bedroom… She almost said it. Almost.

Every encounter he had with his Firláh deepened their connection. He’d never be able to leave her behind. The realization was startling, but also, so damn right. He was falling for her. Deeply. And there wasn’t an ounce of doubt left. She was his, and he was undeniably hers.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted. “Have you?” Intrigue filled his baritone voice. “Have you touched yourself, Firláh? Have you thought about me while you came around your fingers?”

“Something amusing, Little Vixen?” he murmured. “You’re a Fairy Prince,” she chuckled. “I thought you’d be much smaller and more… fluttery. You mentioned wings earlier. Are yours little sparkly things?”

“I have wings, yes, but they don’t sparkle. And they’re not small,” he purred.