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I swallow hard. “Oh.” I can’t find the right words to ask him to elaborate because I’m scared he’ll give me more fated mate clues to check off my list of things I’ve felt in these last few hours. “So that’s not what you had with her?” Lame, but it’s all I can think to say.
“Not at all.” His eyes cloud with sorrow. “If she’d had been my destined mate, she couldn’t have thrown herself into the River of Souls rather than face a life with me. Worse, I know she wasn’t my mate because I didn’t die with her.”
Oh Jace. I rush forward to take his face in my hands, to erase the pain, to do anything but feel the grief and guilt radiating off him. The warmth of his blue skin, the dark ink of his tattoos beneath my fingers, the chiseled grooves running under his cheekbones—those details that are so very him center me and draw me in.
With his pupils being bright instead of a human’s dark, it’s harder to track his gaze, but his attention definitely drops to my mouth, his lashes lowering.
Temptation, want, and need overwhelm. Pushing aside fear, caution, and common sense, I press my lips to his.
Let’s see if I can kiss my gargoyle’s hurt away.
13
JACE
KNIGHT OF WANDS: GO FORTH AND CONQUER
Just Don’t Forget Impulses Come With Consequences
Rosemarie’s kissing me. Her mouth’s a temptation, sin incarnate laced with sweetness. Her sage and spices scent wraps around me, and I give in to the need to taste her. She’s everything.
I have no idea what I’m doing, and I don’t want to scare her, but when she draws back to blink as if clearing away surprise, I mourn the loss of her pressed against me. My body’s on fire, and she holds the cure.
“I didn’t, I mean I did.” She sounds so uncertain, so unlike her sure self. I would appreciate the cute fluster when my body’s not screaming come back and kiss me once more, a hundred times more. “But if you didn’t want?—”
“Do it again,” I whisper. I’ll beg if she asks. I’ll say whatever she requires to have her put her mouth to mine.
She smiles, a shy and sweet thing that I want to taste. Would the curve of her lips with a grin flavor her kiss differently from the one before?
When she settles her wonderfully plump ass on my thigh and asks if that’s all right, I want to hold her there forever. But she strokes my hair off my face and circles her arms around my neck, petting the strands at the nape, and I tell her, “You can do anything you want with me. I’m yours.”
The vow comes out playfully, teasing.
But I mean it.
I should’ve known while spying on her, should’ve realized I’d be helpless to resist Rosemarie. I can’t deny her. I’m hers as much as she’ll let me be.
She trails her fingertips over my wings, and I shiver with pleasure. How does she know secrets of where to touch me to elicit such need? My erection presses against her, something I’ve never known with another, and I shift her in my lap so as not to scare her away, but instead she smiles and snuggles closer.
Wicked woman.
If she wants games, I can play along. I growl and curl one corner of my lips to show her a bit of flirty fang. Nothing to frighten her.
She holds a hand to my chest as if wanting to touch the sound, and her acceptance of me as I am—a monster—wraps around me as if she’s bound me to her. I hope she never unchains me from the hold she has on me. Her mouth crashes against mine, and I take care to be gentle. She’s delicate, fragile. Except she licks her tongue into my mouth, and dear gods, I can’t help but crush her against me.
My hunger takes over. I need to taste as much of her as I can, to press her against me and feel every inch of her soft curves, to let her know that I’m hers, to mark her as mine.
Mine.
No, I have to take care not to break her. I slow to lazy, drugging kisses, determined to fight the frenzied desire thrumming through my blood.
Rosemarie licks along a fang and nips my bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.
Evil minx.
I don’t know whether to reward or punish her. She takes the decision out of my hands by straddling me. The woman presses her heat to my erection, and I almost spill there and then. I’ve heard tales of bedding a woman, gossip about the passion that overwhelms, whispers about how a lover could take over your soul.
I hadn’t believed.
