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The ritual called for innocence, and he had none to spare,
Because love was indomitable, but it could be lost and ruined and squandered.
“You’re the only person I see, Ethan Shaw. I’ve wanted you since I was twenty years old—
These kinds of declarations always ruin me
“And count your blessings, seal, because I have no more patience for your attitude, your misplaced anger, or your fucking suspicion. The next time you cross me, I’ll tear the breath from your lungs.” He tightened his grip, conjuring just enough magic to make Nico sputter and wheeze. “Have I been heard?” Nico gritted his teeth. His cheeks were blush-bitten and apple-red, pupils blown into black saucers. “What’ve you done to me?” he asked, voice hushed and ragged. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t try to get away or fight back. Instead, he ran his hand along the outside of Ethan’s shin—an absent,
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Whys this kinda …??
“You’re tiny and awful. You know that, right?”
Again, Nico stopped him. This time, he took Ethan’s wrist, circling his pulse in a tender hold. “My pelt is my freedom,” he said, swallowing hard. “Most people would take it without thinking twice. Would take me. I know it’s not an excuse, but trust doesn’t come easy, and you…you disarm me. I’m sorry for before—I am—but I need you to understand that I’m trying very hard to keep my wits about me. I can’t remember…anything, really.”
That’s the thing with love—there’s enough to spare.
🥹🥹🥹
“What is it…?” Ethan openly stared at Nico, at his lengthy torso and broad chest and rosebud nipples. Peter did too. Carefully, Peter stepped around the back of the chair and touched the fae markings on Nico’s collarbone. “You’re easy to look at,” he said. “That’s all.”
Okayyyyy Peter
