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“Why not?” Rook asks. “It worked for me.”
“Queen Dulcamara will be furious to find me gone. And she has that golden dragon.”
Rook crosses his arms over his chest. “I know.”
“Can you take me home?”
“Where’s home?” I ask.
A smile shadows her mouth. “A little cottage at the edge of the Thornwood. Enchanted to be impossible for strangers to find.”
“Right, you’re a sorceress.”
Rook glances sideways at me. “She can enchant your cave. Remember?”
“I don’t want to hide away from the world. Unless it’s with you.”
We fly together to the edge of the Thornwood, where Lark tells me to land in a woodland glade. Cursed roses saturate the night with perfume. Rook leaps from my back and helps Lark down. She strides into a swirling cloud of mist. The air ripples under her outstretched hands and a quaint little cottage appears like a mirage.
Rook embraces his sister. “Stay safe.”
“Goodbye, Rook.” Lark hugs him back. “Go be with your mate.”
When we return to Hexfall, it’s still night. It almost feels like coming home. We climb into the tower of thorns together.
My stomach lurches. “Rook.”
“What is it?”
“I…I’m not in heat. The fever has cooled from my blood. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel crazy with lust.”
He tilts his head. “You don’t want to tear off my clothes?”
“I never saidthat.”
He laughs and unbuckles his armor. I drag his shirt over his head; he peels off his leather trousers. Finally, he’s utterly naked. I back him against the wall of the tower and capture him in a kiss. He kisses me back, his lips claiming mine, before he escapes and pins me against the stones. I hook my legs behind his hips.
“No,” I say, “I definitely still want your cock.”
With a wicked smile, he strokes himself in his fist. “I’m all yours.”
He grinds into me in one long stroke. I tilt my head back at the glorious sensation.
“This is good,” I say, “but…”
“Tell me,” he murmurs the words in a voice of darkest velvet. “Confess your fantasies. Maybe I can make your dreams come true.”
“Not dreams. Nightmares.” I swallow hard. “I loved it when you hunted me down. Captured me. Fucked me in the forest.”
His eyes burn. “Like a monster?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve already pinned you with my cock.” He strokes deeper to punctuate his point. “Or does it excite you to be captured?”
“I want to be pursued. Possessed. I want that feeling between fear and desire.”
A growling moan escapes him. “Intriguing.” When he slides out of me, I can’t help my soft noise of protest. “If you want me to stop, at any time, tell me.”
