Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I finally fall back against the bed, taking her with me, wrapping myself around her.
“It’s not enough,” she whispers. “I loved it, but it’s not enough.”
She needs. I finally understand. It isn’t merely the orgasm she needs. She needs to be filled. She needs us to fill her up and let her know we’re real and she isn’t alone.
I look to my brother. “She needs you. Make love to her. Make her ours.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lachlan
Where’s the fucking mating fever when I need it? It rode me hard, and then I had a handle on it the minute I felt my brother feed and share Bronwyn’s orgasm. Now it deserts me and I’m left with plain desire and overwhelming insecurity.
I stare down at Bronwyn. She looks soft and so damn sweet in Shim’s arms. There are two perfect, delicate holes on her neck. They close as I watch her, but the temptation is right there to lean down and sink my fangs in, too. First blood.
I am made of the monstrous things of the planes. Unseelie sidhe. Vampire. Goblin. Sometimes I fear the scars on my face finally unmasked me for what I am, as though my ruined face is an outward expression of my inward soul.
King of the Dead. What right do I have to take a creature who’s so stunningly, gloriously alive?
Her eyes flutter open and a smile crosses her lips. “It’s not so bad now.”
Shim kisses her. “I’m taking some of the pain, love. We’re bonded. Not fully. That can come when you’re not under the influence of herbs and potions, but we do have a bond. There’s a piece of me inside you. Haven’t you always been able to feel it?”
Shim belongs. Shim was the one to save her. Shim sent out a piece of his soul across the planes and placed it deep inside Bronwyn, giving her life where it was taken.
All I managed to do was save my brother from a fire that wouldn’t hurt him. All I did was ruin my face and sit idly by my brother’s bedside, hoping he would awaken once more.
“There were years when I couldn’t feel you. I hated those years.” Her hand drifts up. It doesn’t matter that Shim is taking some of her pain. Bronwyn is still under the influence of that potion. Her legs move restlessly. She sinks her hands in Shim’s hair, pulling him down for a long kiss. “I was alone without my Dark Ones. Don’t leave me again.”
“Never,” Shim replies. “We’ll take you back to our home.”
“The Dark Palace.” Her feet tickle at my knees. I can’t help it. I have to touch her. Her ankles are delicate, seemingly incongruous against my big, rough hands. “Will you carry me away to your bedroom? The one with the huge, soft bed?”
We started taking her there in our shared dreams the year before, gently herding her toward what we wanted. If we couldn’t have her in real life, we decided, we would take her in our dreams.
But now she will come with us. We’ll settle her in our wing of the Dark Palace. She will be our princess. She’ll live with us and know that no one respects a word we say because our father thinks we’re fragile.
“He won’t think you’re fragile when he hears how you raised an army of dead and took out the entire village guard, brother.” Shim laughs as he kisses the top of her head. Shim seems as drugged as Bron now, his hands stroking as though they can’t stop moving over her skin.
I’m not immune to whatever Bron and Shim are sending out. My cock is still throbbing. If only my brain would shut down. It won’t happen as long as my brother keeps eavesdropping. “Get out of my head.”
Bron laughs a little. “You’re both in my head. Be nicer to one another.”
My hands move up her legs to her knees. I can’t help myself. Her skin calls to me. I know I should stop. I won’t be good for her. She’s a beauty, meant for the finer, sweeter things in life. She’s small and delicate. How will she survive in my world thick with ogres and goblins and trolls, all who will test her mettle before accepting her as a royal? Sweet Bronwyn shouldn’t have to deal with a beast like me.
I want to dominate her. I want to be rough and fuck her until she screams out my name and begs my mercy because she can’t handle one more bit of pleasure. I want to place a collar around her throat as vampires so often do with their consorts—a symbol that she belongs to me. How can I tell her of my dark needs? The need to shove my cock in her pussy, up her ass, in her mouth. Anywhere it will fit. I want to fill her every hole.