Fire in the Blood by Robyn Bachar Read Free Book Online

of not being serious, but this wasn’t a joking matter, and his expression was sincere. But still, faeries didn’t marry magicians. We’re flings, and occasionally baby mommas, but not spouses…wait a minute. My brain ground to a halt.
    “You want kids,” I accused.
    “Of course. I love children.”
    Sure, I entertained the idea in my daydreams, and it’d been a recurring theme after I turned thirty, but in reality I wasn’t ready for that. I planted my palms against his chest and shoved him. “No. No way. I’m way too busy. Not to mention bitchy. And the world’s going to end any day now.”
    “I think you’d make a wonderful mother.”
    “Well then you must be high. This is crazy…I need a drink. Don’t tell me the bar is empty too.”
    “It is. I’m sorry.” Faust took a step back and folded his hands in front of him. “Here, I’ll make matters simple. Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll drop the subject and never speak of it again.”
    “That’s not fair.”
    “It seems reasonable to me.” He smiled, and I wanted to smack him. Or kiss him. Maybe both. Damn it…I threw my hands up in defeat.
    “All right, fine. I love you. But I’m not marrying you or breeding with you, so don’t even bother asking. Now, I’ve had a long day, and the forces of darkness are lining up for the privilege of killing me, so can we just shut up and go to sleep?”
    Faust grinned, the very definition of a dazzling smile with his perfect white teeth, and then he pounced on me. I squeaked in surprise, because I was serious about the needing sleep bit. Good thing the pink drink cured what ailed me and I wouldn’t have to worry about making my injuries worse.
    He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately, and when I came up for air it took me a moment to remember what I was going to scold him about. “Exactly what part of sleep did you not understand?”
    “You can sleep all you want, after I make love to you,” he assured me. We were about eye to eye, and I shivered. Ice-blue eyes shouldn’t be able to smolder like that, but there was fire in his blood, just as it was in mine. I had a legitimate fear that one night we’d accidentally set the room ablaze and let it burn down around us.
    He led me from the room before I could think up a witty retort. The master bedroom was also filled with bland furniture, though the bed was enormous. What’s bigger than king-sized? Emperor? Curious, I opened the closet and found it as empty as the kitchen.
    “Do you own anything?” I asked, shaking my head as I stood in the doorway.
    “As I said, my needs are simple.” He slipped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. I expected more would follow, but he simply held me until I relaxed against him. I’m not usually the cuddly sort, but it was rather nice.
    “Is this the part where you say that all you need is me?” I guessed, and he chuckled.
    “Of course.”
    I shook my head, and then twisted to face him. “Why? I’m sure there are plenty of witches out there who would be happy to swoon over you and have nice, fat babies.”
    Faust smirked. “I like my women with a little fire in them.”
    “Ugh. That’s a terrible pun.”
    His grin widened, and then he unbuttoned my blouse with slow, languid movements. My brow rose. I’d lost a lot of buttons and ruined perfectly good shirts thanks to him, so this was a new development. When the last button was undone, I slipped the blouse off and let it fall to the floor in a puddle of battered, bloodstained silk.
    “We don’t have all night, you know. I haven’t slept in…” I trailed off, frowning. I honestly couldn’t remember. The days were beginning to blur together, and I couldn’t afford to be that sloppy. “Well, it’s been awhile. Probably as long as it’s been since I showered. Please tell me there are towels in the bathroom.”
    I wandered off to find out for myself before he could answer, mostly to give myself some space. There was a