Page 108 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
Kitarni hums under her breath. “I cannot.”
My grin falls. “As in… no stabbing? Even a little? I’ll even make it a quick death…”
“No. I mean, I can’t leave the Temple. I need to install new Grand Clerics and fix this schism that Mervyn created swiftly. The Temple Guard must be mobilised if Cressida’s forces are as decimated as she claims and we don’t have the support of the Summer Court. We need numbers.”
Yes, obviously. But she’s missing the important stuff
“So… Stabbing is still on the table?”
Kitarni pauses, then nods. “I just declared him an apostate.” A feral little grin splits the rough bark of her lips, making eagerness pool in my gut. “Rose’s choice won’t affect the Temple.In fact, I’m certain it would win her a little more respect from the rest of the fae—even the seelie, now that he’s been publicly disgraced. I am surprised, however, that she’s considering it. Are you pressuring her?”
“Me? Noooo. Would I have come to find you for her if I was?”
I’m the opposite of pressure. The least pressure-ish of all her mates.
Kitarni tips her head to one side. “I hoped that my absence would give her an opportunity to trust her gut without second guessing herself. The choice is hers. Now, I have some housekeeping to do.” She looks over her shoulder towards the priests still gathered in a huddle. “Hurry back to her and keep her safe.”
Like I need telling twice.
Shooting the dryad a wink, I tip my hat to her and blink straight back?—
Into the middle of an argument.
They’re gathered around the fire, though the priest and his mate have disappeared. Bree is perched on a nearby branch, grimacing at the tension that’s thick in the air as our mate goes toe-to-toe with Drystan.
“I just want to know why you’re all avoiding the subject!” Rose is actually trembling, and I turn my glare on the dullahan, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he’s to blame for this.
My pretty pet looks so gorgeous when she’s all fired up, but not like this. Not stressed to the point of shaking.
“Well, he’s here now, so you can ask him yourself!”
Drystan swoops an arm in my direction, and I grin, bowing before tumbling towards Rose.
“Ask me what? Ropes in the bedroom? Done. Knives? Eh, only if you’re using them on me. Oooh, role play?” I press my wrists together and offer them up to her. “I’m your slave for life, mistress.”
Her cheeks turn that adorable shade of red and flustered that she always gets when I make any kind of sexual prod, and my grin grows until my cheeks ache.
One day, in a thousand years or so, she’ll have tasted every pleasure known to fae. I’ll make sure of it. But that will probably come at the cost of her sweet little flame-kissed cheeks and shy glances, so I’ll savour every single one of them while I can.
“I want to know what Finch meant.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, and my grin falls.
My cock, ever greedy at the memory of her sweet cunt clenching down on it during her fever, surges to life, and my hat explodes upwards at the thought. Images of my pet on her knees, cheek pressed into the dirt, as I fuck her pussy and claim it for every single redcap in my troop to witness, hit me like a ton of bricks. Show them all what’s mine, what they’ll never touch.
Nope nope nope. Not ready.
Not if she’s still blushing at ropes and role play.
Bad Lore.
My cap sags at the reminder, turning into a mourning hat.
The dullahan catches my eye, and I see him waiting, ready to intervene.
Stupid bastard lordling. If I decided to take my pretty pet, there’s no fae on this earth who could stop me. We’re all at the mercy of my self-control here.
Oops. Shit. Well, we’re all screwed then.
“Lore!” Rose pulls me out of the fantasy with wide, purple eyes, and I realise I’ve accidentally pulled a blade and stabbed myself.
