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“What do you think this means?” I whispered.

“I don’t know, luv. But it has to mean something.”

It did.

It had to mean something.

Because Selediel, the celebrated beauty who was chased from Land’s End to Sky’s Edge centuries ago, looked exactly like my fae.

My gal.

My bestie.

The fated mate of the future king of Land’s End.

Gayliliel.

Chapter 20

Martini

I was in the closet, putting the finishing touches on my accessories, when my male strolled in.

I knew he was coming. He’d not only text commed to share when they left, he’d done the same on their approach.

I had hoped to knock him dead with my outfit by being ready early and hanging with Gayle or Aleece and making an entrance for pre-dinner cocktails, so Tanyn’s timing was bad (I refused to think mine was, or that I’d frittered away too much of it picking the perfect earrings—that said, I’d picked the perfect earrings).

Though, it was also good, since we had time for him to update me before we were set to meet the others for drinks.

I turned to him with a smile, then I let out a surprised shriek because he was on me.

No, not on me.

All over me.

He ripped up my skirt, a delicious feat, considering how the usually immovable latex dragged against my skin. He then ripped off my panties and lifted me by the cheeks of my ass, slamming me against the wall.

“Get me in you,” he growled.

Given the fact my sex had flooded due to his actions, I did not delay.

Working between us swiftly, I released him from his jeans, took hold, lined him up, and he stroked in.

Taking all of him, loving every inch with a ferocity that lowkey terrified me (just not in that exact moment, in that exact moment I was feeling very different things), my head slammed back into the wall.

Tanyn slammed into me.

“Bloody fucking hell,” he grunted as he thrust inside.

I rounded him with arms and legs, tilting my hips to get more and sinking my teeth into his neck until I tasted blood.

“Bloody fucking hell,” he groaned as he thrust harder.

I fisted a hand in his hair, forced his mouth to mine, but he didn’t kiss me.

His teeth caught my lower lip and tugged it viciously.

The pleasure from the pain detonated between my legs, and I whimpered.