Page 47 of Fae Unleashed
I sucked my teeth. Though I lifted my chin, my heart trembled as I asked, “How do you know that?”
Rhoan lifted a burning gaze to meet mine, but he quickly glanced at my lips. I could almost feel his lips pressed against mine. I needed to feel them again to know if I was remembering correctly. The taste of him was almost gone. I needed more.
I stepped into his space and tilted my head back. “We don’t know if we don’t try again.”
Rhoan snarled. He wound an arm around my waist and shoved me back against the wall. His growl vibrated up my spine and turned me limp in his arms. He dragged his nose along the line of my throat as he scented me. My lips parted and a soft sound escaped.
I held him close to me like he might vanish any second. Rhoan had been avoiding me for reasons I still didn’t understand. Any moment now, he would slip out of my grasp and put even more space between us than before. I couldn’t let it happen, not until I knew for sure that our love couldn’t break the curse.
His lips hovered over mine. The proximity, the promise of his kiss, made my heart hammer an erratic beat. I slid my hands up his back and pulled him closer by the back of his neck. His silken black hair slithered over my hands and brought another wave of sensation through me until my core throbbed with need.
Love me, I wanted to say.Love me, and you will never lose me.
He pressed me into the wall until I felt every inch of his body against mine. The length of his swollen cock showed me just how much he wanted this, too. He couldn’t lie to me like that anymore. I knew. I could feel it.
I watched him wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. My core throbbed as I thought of that tongue somewhere else, his hair sliding over my thighs.
“Anything for my princess,” he whispered before his lips descended upon mine.
I opened to him and let him devour me. When I arched into him like I couldn’t get close enough, he growled and pressed deeper. My lips would bruise after this, but I didn’t care. I’d waited so long for this.
Yet, the blight didn’t budge. It refused to move. I waited for the curse to crumble and vanish, letting soft color back into my life again, but nothing happened.
Rhoan pulled back. His chest heaved. His lips trembled.
“See?” he growled. “I’m not the one.”
He pulled away and left me leaning against the wall. The cold air rushed in and chilled the parts of my body still throbbing. My lips curled with anger and grief. When I pressed them together, I could feel the bruises his teeth had left behind.
“So, I wasn’t wrong,” Foxglove said softly beside me.
I startled and cursed at the sight of the fae man, shoulder against the wall, arms casually crossed over his chest. He made this look like we were in some sort of private conversation when it was a freaking jump-scare.
Fox gave me a smug, knowing smile. “I will commend you on your taste in lovers. Rhoan Glenwood is a dedicated man. He would die for you; I can see that already.”
I could hear an unspokenbuthanging from the end of his statement, so I waited for him to continue.
“Rhoan cannot fall in love,” Foxglove warned.
I straightened. That wasn’t what it looked like to me. I could see the way that Rhoan watched me. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
Foxglove sighed. “Must I spell it out for you?”
“I would appreciate it very much, actually.” I sneered at the man who could very well be my husband in the future if I chose to listen to Tal and Rhoan. “Is he incapable of loving? Because that’s not how it looks to me.”
“Your knight has the ability to love, but a curse keeps his hands tied. He cannot give you the love you keep trying to shake out of him or else the curse will claim him.” Foxglove paused. “Tell me, has there been a pookah man bothering you?”
Faust.
I gave a slow and guarded nod.
“And he seems to be targeting you, and not Rhoan. Correct?”
I waved a hand in the air. “All I’m getting from this is that you have eyes everywhere. Your spies gathered quite a bit of intel, but I’m starting to doubt that you know anything about what they saw.”
He clucked his tongue. “Patience, bride of mine. I’m getting to the point.”
The nickname he used for me made my skin crawl. Not because I didn’t like him. If anything, I seemed to be more comfortable around Foxglove’s direct approach. Instead, it was the implication that I had no choice but to marry him that bothered me.
