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“You are the most exquisite treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered against my mouth. He bit my lip—hard enough that I flinched. I gasped when he sucked it clean of blood and dragged his mouth over my cheek to vow to my ear, “And I’m going to do such filthy, dishonorable things to you.”
Not only had I kissed a royal faerie of Folkyn. I’d made a deal with the winter king.
“You were hunting for something. I wish to know what it is.” “Why?” “I wish to know everything about you,”
“Did you do something to me?” Maybe he was one of the few faeries who could manipulate desires. The king’s hold gentled. His thumbs rubbed over the warmth in my cheeks with something akin to fascination in his tight features. “No more than you’ve done me.”
Right before my eyes, the king disappeared, leaving me staring at the melting wisps of flurries he’d left in his wake.
“I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”
“What are you doing?” “Admiring the treasure I’ve found.”
“When I break you, it will be with my cock, and certainly not in a rotting pleasure house.”
“I will give you everything,” he said, low and coarse directly above me. “And I will take everything in return. That includes every drop of pleasure I draw from your body.”
His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. He lowered his mouth to mine and rasped, “You are the sweetest fucking nectar I’ve ever tasted.” Our lips grazed with each word. “Kiss me.”
“You will wish for nothing, butterfly. You will have every comfort you need, including the protection of my court in your precious search for this home you desire. Just be mindful that should you find whatever that might be...” Flurries emerged, his words a cold and overt warning. “You will belong only to me.”
He leaned close to rumble against my mouth, “Never thought I’d envy a town.” The whisper of his lips expelled a fractured breath from me. “Nor the fucking snow.” “And why would you?” I asked, lost to his harsh grip on my hips and how it contrasted with the barely-there gentleness of his kiss. “The wonder in your eyes.”
“And in all those years, I’ve never seen...” His thumbs brushed the curving swells of my breasts. “Never touched anything so divine.” I trembled. “And have you ever entertained someone in a carriage?” A foolish question, for he certainly had. “Never had a female in my lap,” he said, watching gooseflesh rise over my skin. “Nor have I placed my mouth on their cunts.”
“Does that please you?” “It does, but it also makes me wonder why I’m here,” I said carefully. “In your lap.” “It’s where I want you.” His thumbs glossed over my nipples as he kissed my chin. “And I always get what I want.”
“Don’t move,” he growled, teeth latching onto the delicate skin under my jaw. “Not until you’ve thoroughly soaked my hand.”
“I do not share treasure, sweet creature. No one is going to see you.”
Finally, Kreed said, “A wolf cannot be domesticated, Princess.” “Neither can females who’ve been tricked into marriage, yet here I am...”
My future belonged to him. My fate had been sealed the moment I’d first laid eyes on him. Perhaps, warned a quiet voice, even long before then.
