King of Flesh and Bone (The Pale Court, #1)

by Liv Zander

“Shh… never evade my touch, mortal, or deny me your warmth.”

“There is no part of you I have not yet seen, sensed, or stirred. Whenever

you consider disobeying me, know that I can make you. And nothing, nothing, bores me more than to make you.”

“Every part of you, my little one, will serve me for eternity, starting with those lush lips. They will wrap around my length while I thrust against the back of your throat. And once you know the taste of my seed by heart, I will make every other orifice mine to play with. To fill and stretch until you quiver with need, begging me to allow you release.”

This is why i love reading fantasy. The language spoken is swooooon worthy!!!

“Mmm… you can’t imagine, little mortal, how I ache to plunge into your warm flesh. To have you again and again until we’re both so consumed with need, we will redefine the meaning of eternity.”

“With that insolent mouth of yours, you’d make a poor whore indeed.” He sunk deeper into his throne and gave a suggestive thrust of his hips. “Undo my breeches and take my cock out.”

“You’re mine, Ada.” His dark whisper against my ear pebbled my skin. “My servant, my plaything, my woman. I’ll never let you go.”

She’d tried to run from me. Remnants of anger surged through my core at the memory. Fingers itched to break her neck with little more than a thought and bind her soul to her body. The dead had little interest in leaving the Pale Court. Even if they wandered, they always returned to their master. I was Ada’s master.

It was only right that Ada now sated the desires of my flesh and suffered the crimes of my flaw—utter possessiveness. My little mortal had come to me. And I would keep her. For eternity.

“Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Never my whore, forever my woman.”

“Enosh…” Clink. Dignity, gone. “Enosh…” Clink. Duty, gone. “Enosh…” Clink. Hope of escape? Gone.

“Her thoughts are muddled already. Mortals do poorly if deprived of light and stimulation. I tried it. She slit her wrists.”

He cupped my cheek. “Become my wife. Give your vow before a priest and god—any fucking god—and take me as your husband.” The shocking question stuttered my breath. “W-what?” “I want your commitment, your devotion, your vow to remain by my side. To return to it, should anything ever separate us.”