aye.”
“And we could have babies?”
“Half dozen if you wish.”
“Could we start making them now?”
“Oh, aye.” A grin touched his lips; the first full grin she’d ever seen on his gorgeous face. The effect was devastating: It was a dangerous, knowing grin that dripped sensual promise. “I should warn you,” he said, his eyes glittering, “I recall what it is to be a man now, lass.
All
of it. And I was ever a man of greedy and demanding appetites.”
“Oh, please,” Jane breathed. “Be as greedy as you wish. Demand away.”
“I will begin small,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “We will begin with the pressing of the lips you so favor,” he teased.
Jane flung herself at him, and when his arms closed around her, she went wild, touching and kissing and clinging to him.
“Woman, I need you,” he growled, slanting his mouth across hers. “Ever since I remembered the things a man knows, all I could think of were the things I ached to do to you.”
“Show me,” she whimpered.
And he did, taking his sweet time, peeling away her gown until she was naked before him, kissing and suckling and tasting every inch of her.
He experienced no difficulty whatsoever finding her most private heat.
Fifteen
T HE UNSEELIE KING SENSED IT THE PRECISE MOMENT he lost his Vengeance. Though the mortal Highlander had not yet regained full memory, he loved and was loved in return.
The king’s visage changed in a manner most rare for him; the corners of his lips turned up.
Humans
, he thought mockingly,
so easily manipulated
. How infuriated they would be if they knew it had never been about them to begin with, and, indeed, rarely was. His Vengeance had performed precisely as he’d expected, twisting his three nebulous suggestions, and with obstinate human defiance, aiding the king in his aim.
Eons ago, a young Seelie queen for whom he suffered an unending hunger had escaped him before he’d been through with her.
She’d not risked entering his realm again.
His smile grew. If he must stoop to conquer, it was not beneath him.
He swallowed a laugh, tossed his head back, and let loose an enraged roar that resonated throughout the fabric of the universe.
The Seelie queen heard the dark king’s cry and permitted herself a small, private smile.
So, she mused, feeling quite lovely, he had lost and she had won. It made her feel positively magnanimous. Sipping the nectar from a splendidly plump dalisonia, she rolled onto her back and stretched languidly.
Perhaps she should offer the dark king her condolences, she mused. After all, they were royalty, and royalty did that sort of thing.
After all, she had won.
She could simply duck in and back out, gloat a bit.
And if he tried to restrain her? Keep her captive in his realm? She laughed softly. She’d beaten him this time. She’d
proved
that she was stronger than she’d been millennia ago when he’d caged her for a time.
Feeling potent, inebriated on victory, she closed her eyes and envisioned his icy lair …
The iciness of his realm stole her breath away. Then she saw him and inhaled sharply, sucking in great lungfuls of icy air. Her memory had not done him justice. He was even more exotic than she’d recalled. A palpable darkness surrounded him. He was deadly and powerful, and she knew from intimate experience just how inventively, exhaustively erotic hewas. A true master of pain, he understood pleasure as no other could.
“My queen,” he said, his eyes of night and ice glittering.
Even as powerful as the Seelie queen was, she found it impossible to gaze into his eyes for more than a moment. Some claimed they’d been emptied of matter and pure chaos had been spooned into the sockets.
She inclined her head, averting her gaze ever so slightly. “It would seem you have lost your Vengeance, dark one,” she murmured.
“It would seem I have.”
When he rose from his throne of ice, and rose and rose, she caught her breath. Not quite faery, his blood
“And we could have babies?”
“Half dozen if you wish.”
“Could we start making them now?”
“Oh, aye.” A grin touched his lips; the first full grin she’d ever seen on his gorgeous face. The effect was devastating: It was a dangerous, knowing grin that dripped sensual promise. “I should warn you,” he said, his eyes glittering, “I recall what it is to be a man now, lass.
All
of it. And I was ever a man of greedy and demanding appetites.”
“Oh, please,” Jane breathed. “Be as greedy as you wish. Demand away.”
“I will begin small,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “We will begin with the pressing of the lips you so favor,” he teased.
Jane flung herself at him, and when his arms closed around her, she went wild, touching and kissing and clinging to him.
“Woman, I need you,” he growled, slanting his mouth across hers. “Ever since I remembered the things a man knows, all I could think of were the things I ached to do to you.”
“Show me,” she whimpered.
And he did, taking his sweet time, peeling away her gown until she was naked before him, kissing and suckling and tasting every inch of her.
He experienced no difficulty whatsoever finding her most private heat.
Fifteen
T HE UNSEELIE KING SENSED IT THE PRECISE MOMENT he lost his Vengeance. Though the mortal Highlander had not yet regained full memory, he loved and was loved in return.
The king’s visage changed in a manner most rare for him; the corners of his lips turned up.
Humans
, he thought mockingly,
so easily manipulated
. How infuriated they would be if they knew it had never been about them to begin with, and, indeed, rarely was. His Vengeance had performed precisely as he’d expected, twisting his three nebulous suggestions, and with obstinate human defiance, aiding the king in his aim.
Eons ago, a young Seelie queen for whom he suffered an unending hunger had escaped him before he’d been through with her.
She’d not risked entering his realm again.
His smile grew. If he must stoop to conquer, it was not beneath him.
He swallowed a laugh, tossed his head back, and let loose an enraged roar that resonated throughout the fabric of the universe.
The Seelie queen heard the dark king’s cry and permitted herself a small, private smile.
So, she mused, feeling quite lovely, he had lost and she had won. It made her feel positively magnanimous. Sipping the nectar from a splendidly plump dalisonia, she rolled onto her back and stretched languidly.
Perhaps she should offer the dark king her condolences, she mused. After all, they were royalty, and royalty did that sort of thing.
After all, she had won.
She could simply duck in and back out, gloat a bit.
And if he tried to restrain her? Keep her captive in his realm? She laughed softly. She’d beaten him this time. She’d
proved
that she was stronger than she’d been millennia ago when he’d caged her for a time.
Feeling potent, inebriated on victory, she closed her eyes and envisioned his icy lair …
The iciness of his realm stole her breath away. Then she saw him and inhaled sharply, sucking in great lungfuls of icy air. Her memory had not done him justice. He was even more exotic than she’d recalled. A palpable darkness surrounded him. He was deadly and powerful, and she knew from intimate experience just how inventively, exhaustively erotic hewas. A true master of pain, he understood pleasure as no other could.
“My queen,” he said, his eyes of night and ice glittering.
Even as powerful as the Seelie queen was, she found it impossible to gaze into his eyes for more than a moment. Some claimed they’d been emptied of matter and pure chaos had been spooned into the sockets.
She inclined her head, averting her gaze ever so slightly. “It would seem you have lost your Vengeance, dark one,” she murmured.
“It would seem I have.”
When he rose from his throne of ice, and rose and rose, she caught her breath. Not quite faery, his blood
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