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he’d lost his magic, and by the Elves’ blood, he desired her. He hated that he’d have to fuck her to keep his curse at bay, and for once his beast demanded something more than casual sex. Warrior and king, he usually kept his emotions in check, but with Meena he could be himself—except his curse drove him as much as his heart.
He’d make their four weeks together the best month of both of their lives, but when the time came for him to move on, her loss would leave him dead inside. Afterward he’d hunt down the Witch who’d cursed his family, and then he’d do whatever it took to make her break her spell. Elves’ blood, he’d even hurt a woman if it kept his true-mate safe. True-mate? Even the word rocked him to the core. She couldn’t be, could she? No way. She can’t be the woman who completes my soul. My one and only love. My true-mate . Now he’d found her, living without her was impossible. Not that he wanted to, but his curse left him no choice. He tried to imagine her as his queen. Three hours ago, he’d have sworn the Fae court would overwhelm a sprite or druid with as little magic as her. Now he wondered if her smart mouth and quick wits might be exactly what his hidebound courtiers needed. Then his impatient woman gave his hand a small tug.
I’m definitely overthinking it here. She wants me between her legs, and no way am I going to argue. I’m sure as hell not going to argue . With a smile full of wicked intent, he swept Meena into his arms, then growled over his shoulder, “Lipstick, stay.”
He swore he heard a snicker in the dragon’s answering roar.
MEENA HATED that she hadn’t told Leonidas that her mother was a powerful Witch and renowned seer, not just some green-fingered sprite. Cowardice sucked. He hated Witches, and even though honestly, she wasn’t much of a Witch—more of a hanger-on—she owed him the truth. Another attempt to explain her origins. Another stolen kiss. Hekate, she couldn’t move, couldn’t think, let alone speak when he kissed her like that. Without trying, he’d scrambled her brain. Made her crave things like hot sex. No, not when my mum’s missing, but…
Now that she knew how much he despised Witches, maybe she should let him think she was a lesser creature after all. Proud as she was of her birthright, she couldn’t risk telling him how her magic had never materialized. Suppose he sided with the covens—the ones who’d banished her on pain of death. Maybe her lack of magic was worse than her origins. Better if she said nothing, but staying silent hurt.
Until this point, she’d fought the enchantment in his deep melted-chocolate voice. If this need that boiled through her blood was real, then it was time she put all that sexy stuff she read in magazines to the test. She wanted him inside her, and apparently not just because of his seductive magic. Only her mother…
Maybe it was his enthralling smile. Maybe it was the tenderness that shone in his emerald-hued eyes. Or maybe he made her feel like the person she was born to be. Treasured even. For now she’d concentrate on loving him and forget theirs was a temporary liaison at best. She needed him to screw her until she scratched her fingernails down his back and screamed with delight.
Earlier, she’d decided to live in the moment, and it was time she did just that. She wanted to experience every good thing she could with him. Whatever simmered between them was momentous and breathtaking. Overwhelming even. So yeah, she wouldn’t tell him she was a failed Witch—yet. Damn it, if he kept smiling at her like that, she wouldn’t tell him at all.
An insatiable hunger—urgent and overwhelming—consumed her from within. Her breasts ached for his touch. A fire started deep in her womb, then sizzled through her blood. She burned for a Fae warrior whose only promise was that he’d love her and leave her, but she’d never needed a man so completely. Hell, she’d never needed a man at all.
He’d make their four weeks together the best month of both of their lives, but when the time came for him to move on, her loss would leave him dead inside. Afterward he’d hunt down the Witch who’d cursed his family, and then he’d do whatever it took to make her break her spell. Elves’ blood, he’d even hurt a woman if it kept his true-mate safe. True-mate? Even the word rocked him to the core. She couldn’t be, could she? No way. She can’t be the woman who completes my soul. My one and only love. My true-mate . Now he’d found her, living without her was impossible. Not that he wanted to, but his curse left him no choice. He tried to imagine her as his queen. Three hours ago, he’d have sworn the Fae court would overwhelm a sprite or druid with as little magic as her. Now he wondered if her smart mouth and quick wits might be exactly what his hidebound courtiers needed. Then his impatient woman gave his hand a small tug.
I’m definitely overthinking it here. She wants me between her legs, and no way am I going to argue. I’m sure as hell not going to argue . With a smile full of wicked intent, he swept Meena into his arms, then growled over his shoulder, “Lipstick, stay.”
He swore he heard a snicker in the dragon’s answering roar.
MEENA HATED that she hadn’t told Leonidas that her mother was a powerful Witch and renowned seer, not just some green-fingered sprite. Cowardice sucked. He hated Witches, and even though honestly, she wasn’t much of a Witch—more of a hanger-on—she owed him the truth. Another attempt to explain her origins. Another stolen kiss. Hekate, she couldn’t move, couldn’t think, let alone speak when he kissed her like that. Without trying, he’d scrambled her brain. Made her crave things like hot sex. No, not when my mum’s missing, but…
Now that she knew how much he despised Witches, maybe she should let him think she was a lesser creature after all. Proud as she was of her birthright, she couldn’t risk telling him how her magic had never materialized. Suppose he sided with the covens—the ones who’d banished her on pain of death. Maybe her lack of magic was worse than her origins. Better if she said nothing, but staying silent hurt.
Until this point, she’d fought the enchantment in his deep melted-chocolate voice. If this need that boiled through her blood was real, then it was time she put all that sexy stuff she read in magazines to the test. She wanted him inside her, and apparently not just because of his seductive magic. Only her mother…
Maybe it was his enthralling smile. Maybe it was the tenderness that shone in his emerald-hued eyes. Or maybe he made her feel like the person she was born to be. Treasured even. For now she’d concentrate on loving him and forget theirs was a temporary liaison at best. She needed him to screw her until she scratched her fingernails down his back and screamed with delight.
Earlier, she’d decided to live in the moment, and it was time she did just that. She wanted to experience every good thing she could with him. Whatever simmered between them was momentous and breathtaking. Overwhelming even. So yeah, she wouldn’t tell him she was a failed Witch—yet. Damn it, if he kept smiling at her like that, she wouldn’t tell him at all.
An insatiable hunger—urgent and overwhelming—consumed her from within. Her breasts ached for his touch. A fire started deep in her womb, then sizzled through her blood. She burned for a Fae warrior whose only promise was that he’d love her and leave her, but she’d never needed a man so completely. Hell, she’d never needed a man at all.
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