Of Mist and Shadow (The Mist King, #1)

by Jenna Wolfhart

“What did he do to you?” the Mist King repeated in a soft, dangerous voice that curled across me like the mists.

The Mist King lowered his head to my leg, pressed his lips against my roiling skin, and...sucked. A shudder went through me as his hands gently gripped my thighs, his mouth working, his lips caressing.

Suddenly, he whipped off his cloak and draped it across my shoulders. The intoxicating scent of mist and snow enveloped me. My mouth popped open to argue. I didn’t want his cloak anywhere near me. For one, it had touched him. And two, well, it had touched him.

“You’re right. I do bite sometimes. But I wouldn’t do it to you. Unless you asked.”