Page 49 of Curse of Thorns
I fall into her like gravity. I grip her tightly and take her bottom lip between my teeth. She gasps and then moans—a sound I am certain will forever haunt my dreams.
Caelynn grips my suit jack in a tight fist and jerks me forward so that I fall with her onto the small platform at the front of the room. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press harder into her.
I live in this moment, hand on the back of her head, fist in her hair as we explore each other in so many of the ways we’d fantasied. Her mouth opens for me, and I oblige, pressing deeper. I want her. All of her. Every inch.
Her nails dig into my neck, and I groan. My mind spinning, body burning.
The thought of living without her, without this, is unbearable.
Caelynn
Footsteps sound behindus, and the shadow creatures above hiss. Rev pulls back and turns to face the doorway where the king of the Luminescent Court stands, backed by several Luminescent Guards.
Rev stands between us protectively, his hand still entwined with mine.
“What are you doing here, Father?” he asks, with a bitter bite to the words.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” the king says, spitting onto the smoking ground, his lip curled in disgust. My stomach sinks. But Rev has not yet let my hand go.
The ceiling hisses and grumbles in annoyance. The phantoms are not fans of their new visitors.
“You here, with your Shadow Court whore.”
Rev’s jaw clenches, and he moves to step forward, but I grip his hand tightly, not allowing him to leave me behind. “He’s baiting you,” I warn.
“I always knew you were a disappointment,” the arrogant king continues, his eyes dark. “But I hadn’t imagined you’d disgrace your brother this way. I underestimated your pathetic nature.”
“You know nothing, Father.”
“Don’t you dare call me that!” He marches forward. His guards follow closely behind. “If you think I won’t expose your secret of dirty blood...”
“You’ve had thirty years to expose it. Why would you do it now?”
“Because of her!” he says, veins bulging. “If you think I’ll let you pardon her, or make her a queen, I will tear down everything I’ve built. I will burn the world to the ground before I let that happen.”
I clench my jaw, anger simmering in my belly. But at the same time, I understand him. I hate myself with that same rage sometimes.
