Page 187 of Wrath of the Fae

‘Again!’

‘I love you!’

He withdraws, spins me and presses my front into the tree before returning himself between my legs.

‘Say it again!’ he orders.

With one hand, he holds the back of my neck. His other works my clit. He doesn’t slow or ease up. His passion is rage and possessive need.

‘I love you,’ I reply, holding onto the tree for dear life.

‘You don’t get to leave.’

‘I don’t want to,’ I moan, relishing the pain and pleasure he gives me. ‘I never want to!’

With a firm tug on my hair, he makes me look at him over my shoulder. His lips crash onto mine. His tongue sweeps across mine, and he doesn’t blink.

I’m shameless as I moan and writhe, utterly at his mercy. His wings slam into the ground, and every muscle in his body is rigid. He’s not holding back. Not one bit. If I was a human, I think he would have broken my body by now.

But I’m far from human. I think I’m far from Fae too.

He lets my neck go and clamps his forearm around my belly.

‘Mine,’ he grunts. ‘Mine.’

I feel my release about to explode.

‘Mine! You. Are. MINE!’

We both climax hard, screaming out in pleasure and relief.

He slows to a stop, panting and sweating.

When I look back at him over my shoulder, he looks deep into my soul.

And he warns me.

‘If you try to leave us again, I will make you regret it, Raven. Do you hear me?’

I smile, knowing that if he or Reid ever even thought about abandoning me again, I would skin them alive first.

I nod.

‘That’s my good girl.’

We both jump as an explosion sounds in the distance. An explosion that I feel from inside as it eradicates an ancient power that was surrounding us.

‘The shield!’ I gasp, knowing the explosion just tore through the markings in the cellar.

We quickly dress and face the direction of the manor, where black smoke billows on the horizon.

Above us, the shield has started falling, disintegrating into dust and tumbling from the sky like golden snow.

Small blinking lights shoot towards the manor.

Machines. Drones, they have to be as they’re too small to hold anything living.

‘He’s here.’ I grab Cyrus’s hand. He grips it tightly. ‘Ivan’s here.’

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