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She’d brought peace to the light fae realm. Maybe she could lead this world to peace, too.
He shuddered, running a hand down his tired face. “If we make it out of this alive, I would be honored.”
“Now, wait a minute,” Ethne cut in with a frown. “That doesn’t solve my biggest issue with this. Otherworld and Underworld are two very separate realms. They can’t be ruled by one person.”
“We’re working that part out,” Bree told her.
No one else made any arguments against the plan. Instead, they turned their attention on the approaching army when a scout rushed in the open door and delivered the news they’d all been dreading. The demon army was only a couple of hours away. And even though the walls were manned with warriors, Bree did not think they were in any way prepared.
* * *
Bree quickly bathed and donned a fresh pair of fighting leathers. If she engaged in the fight, she’d shift into her Redcap form, but she felt more grounded in these clothes for now. They made her feel like the warrior she was.
As she gazed down at the leather straps, she tried to calm her racing heart. The demons were here. They would attack this place. Every fae might die. She shuddered to imagine what the world would become if they failed.
A knock sounded on her door. She crossed the room and pulled it open to find Taveon leaning against the doorframe. Bree had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t felt him coming toward her. But now that he was here...
Her breath caught. His damp hair curled around the sharp tips of his ears, and his strong jaw clenched with a need she felt coiling her core. All her tangled emotions from their jagged past rose up around her, threatening to trap her in their peaks.
Taveon strode in and cupped her cheek, kicking the door shut behind him. His lips were on her a breath later, hot and electric. Her toes curled in her boots as she leaned into him, as she wound her arms around his neck and tugged him close.
Now that he was here, she never wanted to let him go.
He pulled back and searched her gaze. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.”
“Then don’t stop,” she whispered back.
“We don’t have much time. The horn will blow any minute now,” he murmured.
“I don’t care. Just take me.”
His mouth claimed hers. His hand slid down her face, stopping when his thumb reached the hollow of her throat. With a soft growl, he pressed harder, tightening his grip on her neck. She melted against his touch, need spiking inside her.
Taveon backed her up against the wall and pulled at her leathers. Flushed, she reached for the belt around his trousers, her trembling hands fumbling with the buckle. She needed him. Right now. Any second longer without him buried inside of her and she might very well explode from her overwhelming desire for him.
And she could feel that same emotion churning through the bond.
He pulled back and undid his belt. She sucked in a gasp of cool air and pulled her clothes off with a quickness while Taveon shrugged off his own. His ridged abs were a sight to behold, and his impressive length strained toward her, throbbing with a need she felt between her aching thighs.
Taveon dragged a thumb across her swollen nipple. She cried out, arching toward him. He was back on her in an instant, lifting her leg to hook it around his waist. With a shudder, he leaned into her. His hard length slipped between her wetness.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside of her. She moaned, squeezing his shoulders as a shudder of sheer pleasure shook her entire body.
“Fuck,” he growled, dropping his head against her neck and dragging his mouth along her heated skin. “You feel incredible, Bree.”
Taveon eased back and then thrust inside of her once more, slamming her back into the stone wall. Desire dripped down her legs. Groaning, he slid his hand between them and flicked his finger against her core. Tremors engulfed her, driving away any lingering thoughts of war.
Holding her tight to the wall, Taveon shuddered against her, his teeth grazing the skin at her neck, his lips tasting her. She moved against him, quickening the thrusts, desperate for more. His finger against her core was an anchor to her pleasure, tugging her closer and closer to the bottom, where she knew she would crash.
When he slammed into her with a growl, she could no longer hold on. An explosion of incredible light took her into the abyss. The earthquake shook her, rattling her from within, and Taveon’s roar that followed matched her every emotion. His pleasure rocked through her, following her own, the feeling amplified by their bond.
Taveon slid his hands into her hair and carried her over to the bed, where he gently laid her onto the pillows. He climbed in beside her and cradled her against his chest. She could feel everything he was feeling.
“I wish we had time to do that again,” he finally said after moments of silence. “Because now that I’ve touched you, I never want to stop.”
She snuggled against him and sighed. “Me too, Taveon.”
But he already knew that. He could feel it all. Unfortunately, there was no time left for them to steal.
Because that was when the horn blew.
