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I gasped, my hand flying to my throat. With the excitement of the day, I’d all but forgotten about the Fae with the fiery eyes. Now I remembered, and my belly fluttered.
His voice wrapped itself around me like treacle, sweet, sticky, and oh, so exciting. I whimpered quietly as I pressed my thighs together. That guy was pure sex appeal, and it never entered my mind I shouldn’t let him in.
Without missing a beat, he moved past me through the kitchen, his gaze scanning the area for any threats. His hand lay on the handle of his sword, prepared for trouble.
I followed him, a little alarmed after all. “What is going on? Why are you here?”
After convincing himself that there was no immediate threat, his face relaxed, and he finally released his weapon. Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed my upper arms and pulled me close.
“I could feel your agitation. I had to rush to find you, to make sure no harm befalls you.”
His hot palms on my bare skin felt like brands, sending shivers through my body. Yet his words confused me. “What do you mean, you felt my agitation? How can you feel what I feel?”
He let go of me and stared at the ground. Was he embarrassed? Suddenly, he didn’t seem so dangerous anymore.
I waited patiently, looking at him properly for the first time. His eyes were black, with no signs of the fire living within them. He was much taller than me, with big hands and muscular thighs.
The bulge between his legs was the size of a wine bottle. I swallowed drily. I’d never considered myself to be a perv who’d ogled men at every opportunity, but this guy… Daeary. I caught myself before sighing dreamily.Get a grip, Beth.
But honestly, the contrast between his pale skin and his black hair falling over strong shoulders… Oh God, I did sigh. This time, he looked up, his eyes amused, and his gorgeous lips pulled into a grin. Thankfully, he kept his mouth shut.
Instead, he scanned the dining room one last time, and then sat down. His gaze ran from my face to my chest and lingered for a moment. Then he skimmed past my hips to my feet, and back up again.
“Nothing seems to ail you. If you are not in acute danger, then our connection is even stronger than I thought.”
Connection? What was he talking about? “I don’t understand.”
He drew a deep breath, as if to calm himself. “There is a link between us, my lamb. I felt your apprehension, your fear. I assumed it was something you were experiencing at this very moment. But clearly, you are in no danger. So I ask again, what else is troubling you?”
His genuine concern made me slump my shoulders, and my eyes welled with unspilled tears. “I don’t know why I trust you, but since you ask, I came to this realm to find my family. Now that I have, I’m terrified. I should love them, but I don’t know them yet. The ones I’ve met are not as friendly as I’d hoped. Two of my best friends”—I didn’t think it was right to call them my lovers in front of him—“are trapped in this realm, and I don’t know how to free them.”
My voice trembled at the last words. I struggled to control my emotions after admitting how overwhelmed I felt. Daeary leaned forward and pulled me into his lap.
The warmth of his body, the comfort of his big arms around me, it was too much. All the sadness, the anger, and the fear poured out of me in heaving sobs. It only lasted a few minutes, but when I was done, I felt a lot better.
There was no judgment in his expression, only understanding. His thumb brushed across my cheeks, wiping away the wetness. His eyes had heated to smoldering embers, and I stared in fascination at the orange glow.
He pulled me closer until our lips met. It was as if lightning had struck me, my skin tingling where he brushed past it. He withdrew for a moment, growled under his breath, and crushed his mouth against mine forcefully.
Wild abandon replaced his earlier tenderness as his tongue entered my mouth, stroking across mine. Had I thought his fire was quiet, burned down to embers? How wrong I’d been.
There was a smokiness to him, a taste of hot metal, and his skin smelled of gunpowder. It should have been unpleasant, but it wasn’t. I chased his flavor, pushing against him as he devoured me.
Every brush of his hand against my skin, every stroke of his tongue against mine, fanned the flames hotter. When I ran out of breath, he stopped kissing me. Then he lifted me by the waist as if I weighed nothing, and swung my legs on either side of his hips.
I gasped, “Wait. Anybody might see us.”
Daeary lifted his face and sniffed. “There’s nobody here but us, my lamb. The guard is asleep. But somebody died here recently. I can smell the spilled blood. It’s too much for that person to still be alive.”
Before I could answer, he grabbed my neck with one hand and held me in position as he plundered my mouth. His other hand snuck between us and cupped my breast. I moaned when his thumb brushed over my nipple. His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel his hardness under his breeches.
“Goddess, I will not leave until you’ve given me your body, your soul. You belong to me tonight.”
“Yes,” I whispered before lunging for his mouth again. My mind brushed against his comment, but couldn’t linger. He was too distracting. I didn’t know what was happening to me, where this wantonness was coming from. My legs spread wide, I rubbed myself against his cock, moaning loudly as it pushed against my opening. My lips were slick, and my clit was already twitching.
I’d never been so close to an orgasm from rubbing against another person without even taking my clothes off. At least he was as affected by our chemistry as I was. His breathing was erratic, and his lower body ground against mine.
I threw my head back, opening my mouth to get more air into my scorched lungs. His lips latched onto my neck, and he sucked hard. I should have been annoyed—I hated being marked for all to see. But instead, the pain sparked even more lust in my belly.
