Page 53 of Skyla

“Bloodthirsty sparkly motherfuckers,” Wraith said under his breath.

I knew enough about the fae Courts to know they weren’t isolated to one place. There were fae everywhere from every Court. There were probably plenty in this city with us. But the Court of Sunlight was across the country on the coast. By the beach. They were public about it, posting pictures of beautiful fae sunbathing and beach raves that made even me a bit jealous.

“Does the Court of Shadows like having an MC President as their King?”

“I am the King,” Silver admitted. “But our Court is small. Shadow fae are the rarest. Most of the court is here, and since they are, they better be fucking fine with it. But the few we have scattered don’t have a problem. They’re not the issue.”

“It wouldn’t be good for the sparkle court to be known as vigilante murderers,” Wraith crossed his arms, and his eyes trailed down my body, snagging on the pieces of the dress which were see-through. I couldn’t read what he was thinking about, but I could guarantee it involved the dress being off my body. “So they pointed the finger at us. The dark Court. The rough and tumble ones who ride motorcycles.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

Silver shrugged again. “If anything, it helped our reputation. The further people stay the fuck away, the easier it is. By that point they’d lost so many warlocks, Fang’s father came to me for a truce, thinking we were the cause. I took the opportunity. Hence, No Man’s Land.

“They agreed to stop selling people, and we agreed to stop killing them, provided our runners were allowed through their turf.”

Now what Fang said made more sense.

All you’ve ever done is take from us.

“If they had me—”

“Would they use you against us? Absolutely,” Comet said, leaning in to brush his lips over my jaw. “Fang’s getting antsy because he can’t do whatever he wants. He wasn’t alive when the treaty was signed, and he thinks it shouldn’t apply to him. So he’s throwing a tantrum. Like a toddler.”

“What do you think he wants?”

“Power?” Wraith took my other side, dragging a hand up my body to cup my breast. “Freedom? To make the world think he’s not an impotent little shit? It doesn’t matter.”

Their touch was distracting. The drink Spiral gave me started to loosen things up. “You guys are awfully relaxed about someone gunning for you.”

“They won’t get far,” Silver said.

I shook my head. “It’s more than that. It’s…” someone caught my eye across the room. Not because he was staring at the way Wraith was squeezing my breast and biting my ear—making chills roll over my skin—but because he wasglaring.

“Umm, Wraith.”

He squeezed harder, pinching my nipple through my dress. A streak of heat when straight to my clit. Suddenly the fucking once a day rule didn’t seem like enough. I would be addicted to them in no time. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m touching you.”

“It’s not me who’s interrupting.”

Wraith looked up, following my gaze to the man who seemed like he was shooting ash bullets out of his gaze and straight at me. “You see that, Pres?”

“I see it.”

“Good.” Wraith turned back to me and tugged the top of my dress down to expose my nipple. “If he wants a show, he’ll get one.”

His teeth closed down on me, and I just kept myself from crying out. It was hard enough to make me tear up, just like he wanted me to. His tongue soothed the marks of my teeth and he looked up at me with a grin. “You’re so fucking beautiful with tears in your eyes.”

I swallowed.

“Afraid yet?”

“Yes,” I admitted. But it wasn’t the kind of fear that would stop him, and he knew it.

Wraith stood and pressed me into the bar, covering me up again. “Good. I like the scent of your fear. Adds a sharpness that makes my mouth water.”

Blinking back the tears to clear my eyes, I looked up at him. He was hard against me, dark eyes pulling me in like a void. “I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to take you, Sky, but you’re going to love it.”

“Will I?” I taunted him. “You sure?”

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