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)
“Like hell you’re not. You’re a consort. You’re our consort.” Lach throws his brother a furious stare. “How can she not know this? Are you trying to tell me that we’ve been pining for her, looking for her for damn near thirteen years, and she thought we were some masturbatory dream?”
Shim seems the more reasonable of the two. “You know how hard it was to talk in those dreams. I would go in thinking I would explain everything to her and it would all drift away and we would simply be there.” He turns to me. I’m pretty sure now the enormous, bobbing cock that juts from his center is simply in its natural form since it never wavers. How does he walk around like that? “Your parents never told you that you could bond? Your vampire cousins would have been able to see your glow.”
My father never mentioned it, but I do remember Dante teasing me about glowing. I didn’t understand. I was kept so ignorant. “My parents didn’t tell me, but then they didn’t tell me much. They probably believed me to be far too young.”
Lach frowns. “You weren’t too young to know the truth. Didn’t you understand that Gillian came to your plane with the express purpose of securing your engagement to us?”
Gillian. Gillian, her mentor. Her savior. What did Gillian said as the fires died down? As Shim carried me?
When the time is right and we unite the tribes, you will be the true Kings of the Fae. I honor you, brothers, and the woman who will bring the Unseelie into ultimate power.
It’s like a punch to the gut.
Impregnate her if you can.
Gillian, the woman who rescued me, gave me over to two men I don’t know. She’d offered my body and womb and, more importantly, my royal blood. Gillian came to the palace that day so long ago to secure my hand for her brothers. Her brothers—the Unseelie princes.
I must hand it to Gillian. She’s tenacious. She guarded my innocence. I believed she guarded me because Gillian loved me, but now I know it’s because she was protecting her brothers’ property.
“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I hated the state, wanted to rid myself of it night after night in my dreams. I wanted my Dark Ones. They were supposed to be my safe place, my haven.
Reality is brutal, and they were always a lie.
Lach walks up to me. “No, you’re not. And neither am I.”
I snort. They’re gorgeous. They’re princes of a plane known for its hedonism. My own brothers worked their way through every pretty sidhe female in our village by the time they were sixteen, and likely half the Vampire plane. “Yes, well, I’m sure you lost that a long time before.”
He catches my shoulders and forces me to look into his eyes. “No. I waited. No sex. No blood. Just years of longing and waiting and hoping to find you. I don’t know what you believe, but you better believe this—you were my first woman. You will be my last woman. There is no one in all the planes for me except you, Bronwyn McIver.”
In his mind, we’re already married. McIver. The name of the Unseelie royal family. I close my eyes. Can it be true? I never thought I could bond, never tested. I reach out with my mind and sure enough, there it is, the bond between us. Has it always been there and I was too stupid to realize it?
“I am still a virgin since you passed out after Lach fucked you. Could we perhaps do something about that? It’s a terrible state and this thing won’t go down and gods, your breasts are so lovely, Bron.” Shim smiles, his eyes fixed on my chest.
Damn it. I lost hold of the sheet.
Before I can bend over to grab it, Lach has it in his hands. He tosses it away.
“You don’t need that around us, wife. I don’t want a damn thing between us. Shim, we should stop trying to talk to her. It’s obvious she isn’t listening.” He grabs hold of my hands and pulls me to his body. “This is what we need.”
His mouth comes down on mine. I would fight if he slammed against me, but the damn man is smart enough to be tender. His lips barely brush mine. When he speaks, I feel the words like a whisper on my skin. “I love you, Bronwyn. I’ve loved you all my life. Please don’t fight us now that we’re finally here. Haven’t we lost enough time?”
His need hums through my brain, and I soften against him. His lips play on mine. He isn’t aggressive, though I feel the potential in him. He’s sweet and tender, and I’m falling for all of it.
“Crap and fuck me mother, you really do have a girl in here!”