I want to push further and explore her mouth until she crawls into my lap. I need to feel her perfect body all over mine. I just fuckingneed her.
But Maven pulls away far too quickly, leaving me panting.
"Come back."
She shakes her head, but her lips twitch.
"I'll beg if I have to," I try again.
"I'm not going to make you beg right now."
She sounds a little breathless, which makes me fucking proud. I pout as playfully as I can while looking like a bloody mess.
"Why not? I'll beg so fucking good for you."
Maven's gaze heats, and for a moment, I'm sure she's going to indulge my raging newfound kink. But then her attention lowers to the rest of my body, and her lips press together. "You're still healing, Baelfire."
"Your magical pussy would heal me faster."
"My pussy is not magical."
I smirk. "You're a caster. So it totally is."
"Am I?" she arches a brow quizzically.
I hesitate, thinking about it. She uses magic. She was once a human, and then she lost her heart, so that makes her…I have no idea.
Mine, though. Always mine.
Everett rejoins us. His face is stormy, and one cheek is noticeably red like he's been scratching at it.
"We should get going. I froze Silas."
"Seriously?" I scowl at him. "You're like a godsdamned toddler. Why the fuck would you do that? He's going to be so pissed when you thaw him out."
"Maybe, but let's hope he's pissed andsane. He was trying to claw my eyes out."
Maven stands, slipping her glove back on. "His curse is eating his mind."
"Oh." Everett looks away. "I guess graduation will break him out of that. Until then, I'm going to freeze his ass if he goes for my face again."
I roll my eyes and try to get to my feet despite how the world spins around me. "Protecting your one and only asset, huh?"
To my complete shock, Snowflake moves to support me on one side so I don't topple over, even though he looks like he wants to gag, touching all this sticky blood.
"Shut the fuck up, dragon."
"Shrimp dick."
"Asshole."
Maven snorts, which makes our attention snap to her. She's smiling as she turns to walk away in the direction Everett returned from.
Gods above, I love her smile.
I follow her, ignoring Everett's grumblings about how heavy I am and how I smell like a terrarium. We find Silas frozen in a thick cluster of trees, his face a mask of mindless anger and his hands stretched like talons. Everett unfreezes him, and the blood fae sags against the nearest tree, shaking his head until he's coherent again.
"Damn it," he grits. "I'm sorry,sangfluir."
