Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
She pulled up something on her tablet I couldn’t see and looked at me.
“And remember you asked me to cease sending you pics of the paintings?”
I nodded.
“Well…” She huffed out a breath. “This is one of the pics I didn’t send. Though, when I didn’t, I hadn’t yet met your friends.”
She turned her tablet around.
At first, I needed to narrow my eyes to focus on what I was seeing. There was a lot of damage. Some peeling.
Then my stomach dropped when it came clear.
“That’s Selediel,” she whispered.
“Who’s Selediel?” I forced out, not even close to recovered from what was accosting my eyes.
“The beautiful fae who was sequestered at Sigil. And who the king starved to death there.”
A brisk chill stole acutely over every inch of my skin.
I forced my eyes to hers.
I was about to say something, but she got there before me.
“And I can’t know for sure, but I would assume Prince Cormac has seen a portrait of her. Selediel is an ugly piece of history for all the realms, but mostly Land’s End, which she had to escape, and Sky’s Edge, which proved the death of her. Her story was buried. But it wasn’t erased.”
“What do you think this means?” I whispered.
“I don’t know, luv. But it has to mean something.”
It did.
It had to mean something.
Because Selediel, the celebrated beauty who was chased from Land’s End to Sky’s Edge centuries ago, looked exactly like my fae.
My gal.
My bestie.
The fated mate of the future king of Land’s End.
Gayliliel.
Chapter 20
Martini
I was in the closet, putting the finishing touches on my accessories, when my male strolled in.
I knew he was coming. He’d not only text commed to share when they left, he’d done the same on their approach.
I had hoped to knock him dead with my outfit by being ready early and hanging with Gayle or Aleece and making an entrance for pre-dinner cocktails, so Tanyn’s timing was bad (I refused to think mine was, or that I’d frittered away too much of it picking the perfect earrings—that said, I’d picked the perfect earrings).
Though, it was also good, since we had time for him to update me before we were set to meet the others for drinks.
I turned to him with a smile, then I let out a surprised shriek because he was on me.
No, not on me.
All over me.
He ripped up my skirt, a delicious feat, considering how the usually immovable latex dragged against my skin. He then ripped off my panties and lifted me by the cheeks of my ass, slamming me against the wall.
“Get me in you,” he growled.
Given the fact my sex had flooded due to his actions, I did not delay.
Working between us swiftly, I released him from his jeans, took hold, lined him up, and he stroked in.
Taking all of him, loving every inch with a ferocity that lowkey terrified me (just not in that exact moment, in that exact moment I was feeling very different things), my head slammed back into the wall.
Tanyn slammed into me.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he grunted as he thrust inside.
I rounded him with arms and legs, tilting my hips to get more and sinking my teeth into his neck until I tasted blood.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he groaned as he thrust harder.
I fisted a hand in his hair, forced his mouth to mine, but he didn’t kiss me.
His teeth caught my lower lip and tugged it viciously.
The pleasure from the pain detonated between my legs, and I whimpered.
He let my lip go and ordered gruffly, “Lift your knees. Up my sides.”
I did that and it allowed him to drive in deeper.
As such, I could do nothing but pant, moan, clutch, clench and eventually, come really, really hard.
After a few more thrusts, Tanyn followed me.
When it was over, and we’d come down, he was holding me by my ass against the wall, still hard inside.
After he finally pulled his face out of my neck and caught my eyes, I asked, “So, you like the dress?”
That caused just a growl.
It sounded and felt marvelous.
More marvelous?
He walked me, still hard and inside, to the bathroom.
A novel experience.
But a mega one.
Only after he set me down on the basin did he slide out so he could tuck himself back in, straighten his jeans and go grab a cloth to clean me up.
After we saw to business, he lifted me gently to put me on my stilettos, and then he went to the effort of tugging the tight mocha-nude latex back over my hips and down my thighs.
“You ruined my big entrance,” I noted as my male seemed rather taken with the task of unnecessarily smoothing the latex over my ass, hips and thighs.
“Mm?” he asked distractedly.
“This dress is payback for this morning. You were supposed to be tortured through dinner. As far as I could tell, your torture lasted half a second.”