Page 8 of Bitten By the Fae
Even with him giving me the bed—a gesture I refused to evaluate—I would never be able to sleep down here. Not with him lurking so close. Or that stone gargoyle hanging out in the corner.
I met the creature’s red eyes and flinched.
As a product of the earth, I should be able to command him.
But the source refused my call just as it had since I arrived in this hell.
“What if I have to use the restroom?” I asked, looking for a way to leave this cell.
Shadow pointed at a bucket in the corner. “Enjoy.”
I gasped. “That’s unacceptable.”
“What’s unacceptable is you still talking. I said it’s time to sleep.”
“Yeah, because I take orders from you. Oh, wait…” I rolled my eyes and stood up, pacing across the rocks in my heels.
Why had I dressed up for Glacier, again? Because I wanted to impress him. And he stood me up.
Which meant he wouldn’t be looking for me later, and when he tried to call to apologize, he’d just assume I was ignoring him.
Pixie sticks.
Maybe Sol would feel my missing energy.
Yes. Yes, he would. He’d alert his mate, Claire, and they’d search for me. But would they know to look here?
I blew a raspberry with my lips.
“Wow, do not make that sound again,” Shadow said, giving a theatric shudder. “Talk about an irritating noise.”
“Similar to your voice,” I replied sweetly. “Maybe we areintendedto be together.”
He smirked. “You have no idea, baby.”
“Seriously, cut it out with the nicknames.”
He blew me a kiss. “You love it, princess.”
That’s it.I took advantage of his prone position, jumping on him and straddling him, and sent my fist directly into his too-perfect nose.
A sensation of victory warmed my veins at the sight of his blood, only to have it washed out of me by a cold wave as I suddenly found myself beneath him on the floor.
“Not a smart move, darling,” he murmured, my wrists locked over my head beneath one of his hands.
How the heck did he do that?
“Magic,” he breathed, replying yet again to the thought in my head.
“Stop that.”
“Make me,” he countered, dropping his head to my neck.
“Shadow.”
“Aflora.” His hips settled into mine, his lips caressing the bite mark on my skin.
“What are you doing?”
