Fantasyland 03 Fantastical by Kristen Ashley Read Free Book Online

this world,” he
retorted.
    What a jerk!
    “Why do you even want me to kiss you? You
don’t even like me.” I reminded him.
    “Because, my love, I’m a man and most of
your soft body has been pressed to me all night, the rest of it
wrapped around me. That happens to a man no matter whose body it
is.”
    “Nice,” I hissed. “Just the words any girl
wants to hear.”
    “They’re true.”
    “I’ll give you that. Now let me go,” I
demanded.
    He let me go and started to slide out from
under me when I did it. I don’t know why, maybe because I was sick
of having a bad rap due to the Cora of this world being a screaming
bitch.
    What matters was, I did.
    And I shouldn’t have.
    I really shouldn’t have.
    I lifted a hand to his cheek, moved his head
to facing me and I went in for the kill.
    And I didn’t start small. I pulled out all
the stops and went all out. I pressed tight to him, my fingers slid
into the thick, soft hair at the side of his head, I pressed my
lips to his, opened my mouth over his and when his opened under
mine, my tongue darted in and Lordy, but he tasted good.
    Sublime.
    Yum!
    That was when I really went all out,
pushing close and giving it my all.
    He took it and with a groan his arms closed
around me, he rolled me to my back, his big body on mine and he
took over.
    Oh man, this was better. Way better.
    He was a jerk but, damn, the man could
kiss.
    My fingers slid through his hair to cup the
back of his head and my other arm curved around his muscled back
just as my leg forced its way out from under him and wrapped around
his hip.
    He tasted good, he felt good on me, his body
so warm and solid and he could kiss.
    Amazing.
    He tore his mouth from mine and lifted his
head an inch. I opened my eyes to see his glittering with a new
light as they blazed into mine and I felt his heavy breath mingling
with my own.
    Jeez, he was hot and he was even hotter
looking turned on.
    “Gods,” he murmured with feeling.
    He had that right.
    “Bloody hell,” he went on.
    He had that right too.
    His eyes roamed my face and I wished they
wouldn’t mainly because I was hoping he’d kiss me again.
    He didn’t.
    Instead, his eyes turned to stone and he
whispered, “Conniver.”
    I blinked and my skin went cold.
    “Cunning little schemer,” he kept at it and
for some reason I suddenly felt like crying.
    “Get off me,” I whispered.
    “You’ll do anything, won’t you, Cora?” he
asked.
    “Please,” I said softly, “get off me.”
    “You’d given me that, even a hint of it on
our wedding night, my love, I would have given you a better
house.”
    Seeing as the house he gave me belonged in a
fairytale, I couldn’t imagine what would be better but I didn’t
share that mainly because I was concentrating on my stomach muscles
contracting because it felt like he’d punched me in the gut.
    Then I shoved at his shoulders, bucked and
shrieked, “Get the fuck off me, you asshole!”
    He shifted just enough for me to slide out
from under him and gain my feet. I took several hasty steps away
then whirled to face him, my mind searching for a stunning set down
and finding nothing when I saw him on his side, the hides to his
waist, up on a forearm, his magnificent chest on display, his black
hair tousled from sleep and his eyes on me.
    Damn, he was sexy as all hell and I wished
he was ugly as well as a jerk.
    “Have I mentioned I hated you this morning?”
I asked spitefully.
    He grinned.
    Grinned!
    Jerk!
    “Actually, yes,” he answered.
    “Good, I don’t want you to forget,” I
returned.
    “Oh, I won’t forget.”
    “Excellent.”
    “Though,” he started, shoving the hides
aside and moving lithely to his feet, “you don’t want rabbit for
your next meal, you pay the price.”
    Oh no.
    This didn’t sound good.
    “What?” I asked.
    “You don’t like rabbit,” he reminded me.
    It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It was
that, even tasty, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it was