he kept the woman he’d
given it to remained undecided.
Dirty white boots appeared on the first step. Shapely legs
covered in a clingy black material came next. Another step revealed flaring
hips that gave way to a small waist he could probably span with one hand. The longing
he’d always carried for her turned into lust, a burning desire he couldn’t
deny.
His pent-up breath escaped in a shudder. A tremor shook the
dainty hand curled at her hip. The response, along with the heavy evidence of
her arousal in the air added to the sexual tension tightening his limbs.
Full breasts that strained the confines of her shirt rose
and fell with her rapid breaths. He should’ve coaxed her the remaining distance
but couldn’t form words. The sight of her pebbled nipples pushing against her
thin top shut his mind down. Getting her naked and filling her became his only
thought.
She reached out, braced a hand against the wall and took the
last step.
Her gaze latched onto his.
His heart stopped.
Dear gods, the fuzzy image he’d held of her didn’t do her
justice. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen. A thick knit hat
covered her blonde hair, but the wayward strands escaping its confines were
nearly white and shone in the flickering light of the torch she carried. It
cast a glow over her and enhanced the angelic image she embodied. Dainty
cheekbones, a small nose, plump lips and a chin with a tiny cleft made up her
face.
She had the body of a goddess, but it was her eyes that
stripped him raw. Seeing the dark, sensuous and turbulent blue orbs against her
pale skin tore a groan from his throat. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. She
licked her lips.
The fairies were known as the fair race because they were
the most beautiful of all the nonhuman species. Before Dahm had turned his back
on the honorable laws of his brethren, he’d been as captivating as any of the
males of the Seelie Court. As the taint of chaos had spread, his soul and body
had reflected the monster he’d become.
Calan hated the male but couldn’t stop the wave of awe he
felt in the presence of his nemesis’s offspring. Yet, as much as her physical
presence affected him, the pureness that emanated from her attracted him more.
She’d remained pure, for the most part at least.
“My god,” she let out a nervous laugh, “you’re gorgeous.”
“No, not gorgeous. I was bred for war.” He swept his hand
down his chest. “This body is merely a reflection of what was required to
fulfill my purpose.”
She tilted her head and studied him with narrowed eyes. Her
gaze caressed his skin and left a trail of heat in the wake of her perusal. Her
blue eyes widened as her attention focused on his groin and the straining
length there. She swallowed hard.
He wished she’d move closer so he could wrap his hand around
the tender column of her throat. He wanted to feel the wild beating of her
pulse against his palm. As if she’d heard him, she took several steps into the
room, but stopped too far away for him to touch her. He curled his fingers.
Patience. He refused to send her running. He’d waited too
long for her and freedom.
“And your purpose is to stop the fairies?”
Voiced as a question, but he heard the acceptance of the
truth in her tone. Had she realized what it meant for her? He pushed the
thought away. If he finished binding his body to hers, it wouldn’t matter. The
Hunt would be blinded to her and she would escape its wrath.
“Yes. My sire purposely switched places with a human king
for one year and one day so he could spill his seed into women chosen to bear
and rear the Huntsmen.”
She took a single step closer. Her intelligent eyes scanned
the space, a replica of his bedroom in the fortress he’d once called home. All
the furnishings fit the position he’d held and none reflected the era in which
he’d lived. They were magically created to meet his needs.
The large, high bed was as soft as the finest down and the
wardrobes