A Taste of Poison (Entangled with Fae #4)

by Tessonja Odette

That’s all the permission I need before I reach out and bury my hands in his soft hide. A hum of bliss rolls through me as I stroke my hands over his silky fur. My rational mind tries to remind me that he’s likely coated in blood, but all I care about now is soothing my emotions, numbing my panic, my sorrow, my agony. “You are so soft,” I say, only half aware that I’m speaking. “It’s taking all my restraint not to squeeze you hard and bury my face in your neck right now.”