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A dark shape hurtled towards us from behind the wraith, speeding through the water unlike anything I’d ever seen. His wings expanded, and contracted, pushing him faster toward me.Kade.
The wraith must’ve heard him coming. Without warning she released my ankle and pushed me upward to the surface before she disappeared quick as a loosed arrow out to sea.
The air hurried to fill my lungs when I broke the surface. I was light-headed and fought to stay afloat.
“Where’d it go?” Kade bellowed, bursting from the water not an arms length away. Steam rolled from his shoulders, and the water near me warmed as his anger unleashed his Grace. But the steam stopped, and the water cooled when he beheld my face, “Damn, Liana,” he cursed, pulling me to him, “Lets get you back to shore.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kade had me wrapped in a blanket on the settee. A fire blazed in the hearth.
“No shit you aren’t safe at the palace,” he said after I told him what the wraith said under the water, “We know that, already.”
“But it saidhewill not stop. Do you think it was talking about Ronan?”
Kade handed me a mug of warm tea and sunk down onto the settee beside me, wearing nothing but his still damp trousers, “I don’t know, Liana, but good intentions or not, if another one of those ugly things touches you, I’ll kill it.”
“You can be such a brute,” I told him, earning myself a tight-lipped smirk from the Draconian. I shoved him, “I’mfine,” I told him for the third time since he’d pulled me from the sea. “And I promise, no more swimming, ok?”
His ochre eyes fell on me, tracing a line from the top of my head down to my collarbone, stopping to rest on my exposed shoulder.
“It’s getting late,” he said, “You should get some rest. With any luck, Finn and Alaric will get to the bottom of these assassination attempts and we’ll be back at court tomorrow.”
I nodded but knew sleep wouldn’t come, I was too wired on the aftereffects of the adrenaline still coursing through my body. Rising from the settee, I dropped the blanket to the floor, baring myself to the fire. My skin was still slick with wet from the sea but dried as I neared the hearth.
A low rumble started in Kade’s chest, audible from where I stood—just out of his reach. “Liana,” he warned, and I turned to find him clutching the arm of the settee. The look in his eyes made my insides squirm.
“Yes, Kade?” I said, knowing exactly what the sight of my near-naked body was doing to him. Etiquette be damned. After so many days spent in perpetual worry, I wanted to feel good—neededan escape, and I knew my golden-eyed warrior would oblige me.
Kade locked his lips onto mine before I had time to register he’d moved. The kiss was not gentle, it was wild and hard and hungry. His warm chest brushed against my breasts and my nipples hardened in response. His tongue flicked against mine and I moaned, my nails biting down into the hard muscle of his back.
“Gods, Liana,” he said between fervent kisses, his hands exploring the curves of my hips, “I want you,” he growled, and pressed his cock against me, compelling another moan from my lips. The feel of his hardened length made my pulse thunder in my ears. As if in answer to an unasked question, my sex wetted.
He lifted me onto him, his hands cupping my backside, and carried me to the bedchamber. I fell onto the bed, and he bent over me, his wings spreading out to reach either side of the room, surrounding us in a cocoon of tempered darkness.
I reached up to stroke the soft membrane, and his delicious groan reverberated in my core. He pinned my hands above my head and descended upon me. His tongue flicked my nipple and my back arched, breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached down with his free hand and my panties vanished with a flick of his fingers.
Kade moved slowly, like a wildcat stalking its prey, licking and nipping and biting flesh as his mouth went ever-lower. He released my hands and took hold of my hips with burning fingers, tugging me to the edge of the bed.
“What are you—” I said, but the words were swallowed up by the raw—pure sensation cascading through me when his mouth settled over my sex. His tongue circled my opening, and my body tightened in response. My hips moved against him, urging him to go faster, harder. I thought I might die from the building pressure—from the heat. From the unchecked energy coursing over me, through me.
The heat built to a precipice, and I bucked and writhed, calling out his name as my release exploded through me.
My eyes flew open and were met with fire. Where my hands had been clutching the cotton sheets a fire was spreading. Kade jumped back, pulling me from the bed. His hands felt cold against the blaze of my skin. He released me as though burned, and the fire in my palms extinguished.
I couldn’t move—could hardly breathe. What had just happened? Kade darted to grab a pitcher of water from the basin and tossed it over the bed. A plume of smoke coiled up from the blackened, tattered bedding.
My Grace was ice—not fire.I couldn’t have…
“Iknewit,” Kade said, “I knew your Grace was fire.”
But only that morning, frost had blossomed beneath my fingers.
Impossible.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
