Page 42 of Soul of Thorns
I want his warmth and comfort and safety.
I want a mate, a lover, and friend to hold me, keep me, comfort me.
But those are things I will never get in the Schorchedlands. And I don’t want to pretend.
I want it to be real, but it never will be.
Rev
“Iwant a lot of things, Rev,” she whispers, her tone suddenly sober. “But not like this.”
My veins cool in an instant. “Okay,” I whisper and beg my heart to calm quickly.
My mind still spins over everything I want from my lovely shadow fae. I want to take her here, against the ash and dirt-covered stones of fae hell.
I want her any way I can have her.
But she’s probably right. We haven’t bathed properly in days. I don’t even want to consider the filth we’ve had smeared on our bodies. We’re in fae hell with evil just around the corner.
I slide my fingers from her hair and my hand on thigh releases.
“Don’t leave...Don’t stop completely,” she says. “Just...”
“Okay,” I whisper again, understanding her. She wants closeness. She wants to feel me and know that I want her. But this isn’t the time and place that she wants to bed me.
I open my mouth and graze sharp teeth against her soft skin. She shivers.
“Let me tell you one thing then,” I say, lips just barely touching her. “When we get out of here... this—” I pause and run my nose over her neck. She squeezes my thigh. “This isn’t over.”
A soft moan escapes her lips, and that is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I vow to myself I’ll hear it again. I will make her writhe with pleasure in a new way.
“One day,” I mutter. “One day, I’ll have you, Caelynn of the Shadow Court.”
Caelynn chuckles. “Or perhaps it’s me that will have you.”
I let out a breath through my nose. “You can have me, Caelynn. I promise you that.”
