Page 108 of Sky’s Edge

“No contract, we’re courting. But at the end of it, you are going to be my queen,” he announced.

“Not gonna happen,” I retorted.

“Tell me you haven’t been thinking of me.”

I had.

All the time.

Yearning for him.

“I haven’t.”

“You’re lying.”

I pushed at him and snapped, “Get away from me!”

He didn’t budge, but held on tighter, and said, “All I can do is think of you.”

This farging male.

He was eviscerating me.

“Well, you should have thought of that before you sent me away.”

“I told you, you could stay.”

“You didn’t mean it.”

“I’d had my pride stung.”

“Oh yes. I got that, sire. You made that abundantly clear. You also scraped me right the hells off before I had a chance to apologize for it.”

“But you did anyway,” he whispered, and I knew, with the way those words sounded, my note meant a lot to him.

Fuck that too.

“Yes, I did. Because you deserved it. What I did not deserve was you going balls to the wall to win me, telling me you’d never let me go, that I was yours, and you were mine, and then making that not so in one fell swoop of your kingly hand.”

He dropped his forehead to mine, and his voice was rough when he said, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

With an almighty heave and some of my own demon strength, I pushed from his cage, but I only took one step to the side before I confronted him again.

“Tell me how you’d feel, I took you to my childhood home. It was an emotional journey, one you were not prepared for. And then I gave you Hurley. And Zyr. And Manny. Avie. The lynx. Your mother’s cove. Laying myself bare to you.” I spiked toward him. “Showing you everything. Giving you everything. In two days.” I straightened and spiked two fingers in the air. “It took just two days. And less than two days later, I swept it all away.”

“And now I’m back,” he pointed out.

“So what?” I demanded. “What happens the next time I sting your pride, Your Majesty?”

“We’ll fight. Or sulk. Or whatever the fuck. Then we’ll fuck and get on with it.”

I crossed my arms on my chest and asked, “So you have it all figured out?”

“I know Catla Truelock would not let me fuck her on her couch unless she wanted my cock, and all that came with it.”

“That was an angry goodbye fuck.”

“That was a, yes angry, and totally spectacular we’re-doing-this fuck,” he contradicted.