Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

“Because love isn’t for me, Ava.”

“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.”

“If I could,” he purred. “I would teach you what you really are, and I would make sure you never forgot it.”

We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else. If you feel we go too far, it’s only because you are living a lie about your true nature.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Because underneath it all, you are as vicious as the rest of us.”