Page 190 of Never Kiss a Fae
And with Sol, I could feel his absolute craving, his unwavering loyalty crafted over the last month of knowing who he considered to be hislittle flower. I rather liked that nickname and wondered if he’d spoken it out loud to her yet or not, because it seemed to be a recent blossom in his mind.
Hmm, but Vox, he remained uneasy. While he liked Claire, he wasn’t yet satisfied with her motives. Primarily because he’d spent their entire relationship pushing her away, and he seemed to think he’d done too good a job.
I almost laughed.
It definitely showed he needed more time to get to know Claire, because once he did, he would see the stubborn female that lurked beneath.
She sighed against me, her sense of rightness palpable. “Take me back to our bed, Exos,” she whispered. “Please.”
My lips curled against hers. “Not even going to let me eat first?”
She froze, her eyes flashing wide, her nails an anchor against my shoulder. “Oh… OhGod, you’re right! I’m mauling you when you probably—”
I silenced her with my mouth, pressing her harder against the wall and aligning my thickening arousal with the sweet spot between her legs. “Baby, I’m fine and only teasing.”
A whine left her as I kissed her again, this time with all the fervor built up from the months of knowing her andnotconsummating our relationship. Oh, I’d tasted her—several times—but I’d yet to experience the sweet bliss of my cock sliding into her waiting heat.
And unfortunately, I had to wait even longer before I could fuck her.
Because I needed to work with Cyrus to determine the real threat.
It wasn’t the mean girls who set up our Claire and made her appear too unstable to exist, but someone else. And the presence was at the tip of my thoughts, still hiding behind that sticky wall that didn’t belong there.
Claire palmed the side of my head, her lips leaving mine, her gaze narrowing. “I feel it,” she said, clearly having followed my thoughts. “It’s…” She prodded it with her spirit, her brow furrowing. “I think—”
A piercing shriek had me flinching and almost dropping her.
Sol was suddenly there, his hands on Claire, trying to rip her from my arms.
I shook my head to clear it, holding on to her tightly, as the sound continued.
And then I realized it was coming from her.
“Let go!” Sol shouted.
I did immediately, my palms going to my aching skull as I doubled over from the negative energy scalding our connection.
Claire wept against Sol, Vox’s hands roaming over her form for signs of injury.
“What did you do?” Sol demanded.
Even if I could have managed to speak, I’d have had no response to that. Because I didn’t know. She was fine, and then she wasn’t.
Andfuckmy head hurt.
I gripped my hair and fell to my knees, trying to solve the chaos going on in my mind. It felt as if I’d been splintered, the dark mass thriving inside and hissing in fury.
No. Not fury.
Hunger.
What. The. Fuck.
A hand on my shoulder had me flinching, but Vox held on tighter, his mouth moving with soundless words. All I could hear were Claire’s screams.
Was that an apology on his lips?
I didn’t—
