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For the hearts that once shined so bright
“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.
“Sweetest creature...” His lips curved, and he closed the space between us to whisper against my mouth. “No one’s intentions for you are more wicked than my own.”
“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.”
“I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”
“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.”
“I require a bride.”
“I intend to go to war, and although I intend to win, it would be irresponsible of me to attempt as much without someone to rule in my stead should death find 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 wouldn’t have sought a creature as desperate and foolish as me if he wished to belong to someone in kind.
“Distance and energy are no match for desperation.”
Ice could hang from the wooden ceiling. For when his hands cupped my hips, my entire body flooded with heat. 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.”
There was no weakness when one held no heart.
“Though if you ask me, and I told him this hundreds of times, she was born for the Wild Hunt, not a royal house of Folkyn.”
“No, Lilitha wished to go anywhere and do anything she desired, despite everyone’s insistent warnings, and in the end, it was her end.”
“My people believe it is an honor to see a female through the heat, and sweetest creature...” He licked the arch of my ear. “I’ve never felt so fucking honored in my entire life.”
“Let me live inside you like you do me.”
“Most of all, I hate that I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Things that have been stolen from us.” He hadn’t meant me, yet I was too hesitant to ask what he did mean.
I wanted no part of this war. I wanted to live without being used by scheming males. I wanted to breathe without feeling the burn of betrayal and missing someone I never should have wanted. I wanted to escape everything I’d foolishly hoped to find and have the freedom to find something else.
