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“I will be all right,” he murmured. “I simply am not in this moment.”
“I could do without your sarcasm, old friend.” “You could, but you know you will not.”
You needn’t be my ally to be my lover.”
Her embrace was tender and shy, unsure and uncertain. It was perfect.
When he reached out to her, she crawled into his embrace, laid her head upon those blue ink markings of his, and shut her eyes. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was not.
she pushed up to sitting, careful not to crush his wing—well, she tried. She was seated upon it. “Oh—” “It does not hurt. They can deflect arrows and swords. Your arse, while it could be considered an instrument of war, poses my wings no threat.” He smirked.
“I enjoy your organ more.” When his face split wide in a fiendish grin, she wailed in embarrassment as she realized what she had said. “That is not what I meant,
She should be pushing him away. But even though he supported her weight easily… She did not release her arms from around his neck. I am doomed.
Closing the distance between them, he smiled as he watched her cheeks turn slightly pink at his nearness. Her eyes went wide, and she froze like a doe in a hunter’s sight. And in many ways, she was. And in many ways, she was also the one wielding the bow and arrow.
He could kiss her until the stars blinked away and died. He could drown himself in her, drink his fill of her, and still be needy for more.
Desire, confusion, fear, lust, excitement, trepidation, and need. Yes. Those were the seeds he would sow this night. And perhaps tomorrow, he could reap a bountiful crop.
I will protect you. I will love you. I will set the sky aflame for you. But I cannot change who I am. I cannot change what I was made to be. Not even for you. And my heart will shatter to pieces for it.
I am a puppet of their desires, even as I am the master of my own.”
With all the rage she felt in her heart, and all the pain and terror, she screamed for them. She screamed because they could not.
“Do you have any idea what that was about?” Anfar asked. “Not even a fuck of a clue.”
I must hate him. And yet I do not wish for him to hate me in return.
“I do believe I hate being in love,” he murmured to no one in particular. “I do think this is rather terrible.”
“You have found yourself in a corner, Seelie. If you murder her, I will murder you. If you continue to restrain her? I will wage war upon your people to have her freed. If you give her to me, I will wed her…and destroy you all.”
He was her hunter, but he was also, in the strangest possible way, her safety.
Perhaps she would cry and simply say no. And if she did, he would relent. He would always relent. There was a fine line between pinned down and forced down, and that was a line he would never cross. Not with anyone. Certainly not with her.
will not be kind to you.” The claw of one of his wings dropped to crook beneath her chin, tilting her head even farther back. “But only if you allow it. Do you understand?”
“Touch me. Feel me. I am yours, as much as you are mine.”
His low, murmured praise sent a warm wave through her. His dusky voice simply did things to her.
“I think you are ready now.” She firmly believed otherwise. But she had no say in the matter.
All she could do was surrender to him. All she could do was be his prey. And oh, how she loved every moment of it.
she was there, staring in awe at the Unseelie fae around her. She knew none of them, but they all smiled at her—some with more teeth than anyone ought to have—and kissed her hand in graciousness.
Someday I will be less awkward. Someday. Today is not that day.
They kissed her cheek, again and again, and then her lips, holding her to them in a passionate embrace. It was only when someone behind her cleared his throat that Cruinn broke away.
Tilting her head to his with a crook of a finger, he kissed her, as if to reclaim what Cruinn had borrowed.
“What would happen if I refused?” “Then, of course, we would do nothing at all.” He frowned down at her and tilted her head back slightly to flick his sapphire eyes between hers. “Do you not yet understand? You are the one in charge, not I.”
“You owe me nothing. You pay me in full, each time you surrender to me.”
He kissed her again, and she swore he could swallow her soul by that method alone.
She struggled so very hard to contain her need for him. “Let go, Abigail. I will catch you.”
“I believe I am falling in love with you, Prince Valroy.” No matter what happened to them. No matter what the future held. He would cherish those words for as long as he lived. If this was love, he would never let it go.
But as she watched him lie down in the pillows, looking ever like the nightmarish prince he was, she had to admit…he made her mouth water. Or go dry. Or, somehow, both.
How was it that she was both frightened of the things he said, but deeply desirous of them all the same?
“Never shall I lie to you, my princess. My queen. My wife. Never. For while you play idle with your words…if you but once gazed upon me with betrayal in your eyes, I would not know how to live with myself.”
You have my loyalty, and my honesty, until the stars burn to dust.”
“See into the soul of me, my beloved, and know that it is yours.”
I lied to you. I am not falling for you. I think I am already quite gone.
His voice was a low dusky rumble when it left him. “Do whatever you wish.”
“I do not want them to think I am some conquered thing, some prize of war.”
The thought hit her, and she shuddered. This was her future husband beneath her. She would have as much of him as she could ever possibly want. And slowly but surely, he was making a glutton out of her.
For in the onslaught of his love, she could only surrender.
“Surrender, Seelie.” “I—ah—I do not—know as I—have a choice—” Her words were barely formed, her eyes now shut as she was overcome by what he was doing to her. “You always will. And you always have.”
I wished for a wife. And I found so very much more.
“I love you not in spite of your darkness, but because of it. Come what may, my prince, I wish to stand at your side.”
