Page 18
Story: Court of Wolves
Knuckles rapped against her head, the noise echoing through her skull. Maia snarled, her face jerking forward to threaten him with her fangs, less than an inch away from ripping his face off.
“You still in there, princess?” he asked, his stare intent on her face. Fuck, they were too close together. Heat crawled across Maia’s cheeks, and she put her fangs away.
“More or less,” she muttered.
“You dream of Enryr?”
She shook her head, hair falling over her neck in a brush that made her shudder. “Years before that.”
“Your aunt?” he guessed. He really should have given her some space. His breath fanned over her mouth. Dangerous.Lethal.
“Close.”
“Who?”
Her chest tightened. “Why do you care?”
“Give me a name so I know who to hunt and rip to shreds when we get out of here.”
Butterflies. A whole riot of them in her stomach. “That’s optimistic. What makes you think we’ll get out?”
“We’re supposed to check in with the compound next week; if Azrail misses that, General Caliax will bring the rebel army and break us out.”
“Then they’ll all die,” she said flatly, keeping her eyes on his through sheer force of will. It hurt to think of Zamanya coming anywhere near this place, hurt to think of Evrille at the mercy of saints, not just for their sakes but for Azrail’s. He’d take every bit of blame and guilt on himself.
“Don’t be so defeatist—”
“We’re the captives ofsaints,for fuck’s sake, Bryon.”
There was a flash of a sharp, pearly canines when he spoke and—fuck, now Maia was looking at his mouth.
“Princess,” he warned.
“Hm?”
Rough fingers caught her chin, lifting her eyes up to his. The look in his eyes was so far beyond lethal that Maia’s heartbeat kicked up, a little flutter going through her wings.
“Fuck it,” he growled, and kissed her.
CHAPTER TEN
Their kiss was a battle in itself. Rough and scalding. Addictive. The nightmare still clung to her, the memory of Eosantha still clung to her, and saints it feltgoodto give into the tension that had built since Jaro said he believed Bryon was hers. The sigh that slipped free did not have her permission. But she needed this, needed something that felt good even if for a minute.
She was selfish, she was using him, but as broad fingers drove into her hair, angling her face so he could kiss deeper, a little rumble of noise in the back of his throat, she knew Bryon was using her too. He was her mate. The people who mattered knew that and would forgive her this. If they were even still alive.
The thought made her flinch, and she grabbed Bryon’s shoulders in a fierce grip as if that desperate touch could kill the thought. His response was to take hold of her hips and drag her onto his lap, her legs falling naturally around his. Fuck, he was warm, his body heat as comforting as his voice had been when it broke through her dream.
But his wasn’t the only voice she’d heard. Was she going mad? Hallucinating what she needed to survive?
“Is this even happening?” she breathed against his lips without meaning to.
“If anyone asks, no it’s not,” Bryon muttered, making her laugh.
“Ah, delusion. I’m well familiar with that technique.”
“Too much talking,” he growled and surged forward to claim her mouth again, his kiss compelling and deep, overwhelming her with the scent of cedar and rosemary until she couldtasteit. As rough as his kisses were, his hands were nothing but gentle in their care, one drifting up her back to gather her hair into a loose fist, the other splaying across her lower back, pressing their bodies together as he conquered her mouth. It was a siege, and her tongue surrendered.
When he closed his sharp fangs around her bottom lip, Maia’s entire body flashed hot. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, surrendering to the comfort however brief. She didn’t mean to roll her hips but fuck did it feel amazing. The second time was intentional. Bryon was as hard as a rock forherand that was a powerful thing. She kissed him harder, a low noise in her chest when their fangs grazed in a slow caress, her tongue sucked into his mouth. She felt that mouth between her thighs, felt its impact on her clit.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18 (Reading here)
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103