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“I’m not sorry about protecting you,” he murmurs. “But I am sorry I can’t figure out what Titania has cursed you with.”
“She’s my problem too.” I shuffle closer and sweep a lock of hair from his furrowed brow.
Tension rides his posture as his black, unwavering gaze holds mine. Then his tongue darts out to taste me. It’s so unexpected that a tingle shoots up my arm. His next flick of wetness heats my blood, reminding me of how that tongue felt between my legs. I stifle a moan.
“Fox...” I don’t know what I’m protesting. No words form as he slowly kisses up the back of my hand, heading for my wrist. His fangs pierce my sleeve, and he drags it up my forearm. The scrape, the soft kisses, steal my breath. Our noses touch when he looks at me, waiting for me to say when.
“Kiss me,” I whisper. “Kiss me now.”
His lips curve. “As you wish.”
Chapter
Forty-Five
FOX
Willow’s mouth tastes like the stars. When she parts her lips, inviting me in, I catch every last one with my tongue. Each time she whimpers, my cock hardens another impossible increment. I never knew it could feel so heavy, so full of desire for one person, but I need to be inside her, to feel her all around me. It’s driving me mad.
I claw at the bindings of her cape. She arches impatiently into me.
“Take this off.” I forgo her cape for the buttons on her shirt. Not buttons—a leather strap first. A baldric and a vest. It’s also too much. I snarl and tug her shirt down. “What is all this?” The pieces mystify me. “Why are there so many layers?”
“Shut up. Keep kissing.” She yanks off her cape, then slides her cool hands beneath my shirt. My sharp exhale is captured by her mouth. Hungry, insistent lips devour my own. She nibbles. Licks. Bites. Clashes teeth with my fangs and doesn’t slow. My queen’s impatience is a heady drug coursing through my veins.
“I love it when you get like this,” I growl between kisses and attempts to remove our clothes.
“Like what?” she pants.
“Like you don’t give a fuck about anything but having my mouth on you.” She pulls away to fumble with the buttons on my trousers. “Like you’ll let me do all the nasty things I’ve dreamed of doing to you, no matter where we are, no matter who watches.”
Playful, golden eyes flick to mine, ceasing my heart. But the damage is done. I’ve seen her interest twice now. I’m dead. A soul levitating from a body. She’s perfect for me. For us. The gods knew exactly what they did when they spilled her soul from the Cauldron’s Wellspring. She is the?—
Her frustrated snarl cuts me off as she fists my shirt and shakes me. “Stop. Composing. Well-damn poetry. In your head. And startfuckingme.” Her face softens with a whimpered, “Please.”
“So needy for this body. Now I have no choice but to take this torturously slow.” I unbuckle her cumbersome baldric with punctuated flicks. She throws her head back and seems to pray to the cave for patience. I suck on the hollow of her throat, satisfied when goosebumps erupt over her flesh.
“Fox,” she begs, fisting my hair until it pulls.
“Yes, my queen.” My hoarse whisper makes her shiver. “I’ll fuck you now if that’s what you want. I’ll fuck you so hard they’ll hear you scream my name from the palace.”
She freezes. “Shit. We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
I glance at my brother’s statue with a wayward smile. “Styx won’t mind.”
Her adorable, bashful squirm jerks my cock.
“I mean here—this temple. The Baleful Hunt might return at any moment. Can youflickerfrom here?”
A quick check of my senses confirms the wards block me from using magic to leave. We’ll have to exit first.
“No,” I reply, “but Sylvanar is on the warpath. He’ll still be interrogating people tomorrow.”
“Good. I can’t wait any longer.” Flushed cheeks and bright eyes, she bites her plump lower lip and plucks another button on my pants. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I feel like I’m in heat.”
“Heat?” My brows pinch.
She is so focused on my pants that she barely lifts her gaze. “It’s a wolf thing. I get all feverish with the irrational need to mate around my cycle, or when I meet my...” A flash of chagrin crosses her features. “No, it’s not that.”
