Page 155 of A Devious Brother


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He gives me a happy chuckle and drinks me with his eyes.

“Renel, are you going to fuck me or keep staring?”

“I want to keep staring.”

I pout. “That’s very rude.”

He traces a lazy finger from my navel to my core. “I think I want to see you aching with so much desire that you squirm.”

“Well, I’m squirming right now. Those stupid ghouls didn’t let us do it in the library, and I’ve been wanting you since then.”

“Well, you’re going to want me a little more.”

He curls his finger in my entrance and touches the right spot, making me moan.

“Fine, then. I’ll survive. I suppose.”

MIRELLA

Ziven’s in front of me, devouring a bowl of almonds, while everyone went upstairs to sleep. Growing up, I’ve heard conflicting accounts on what humans are like. Some said they were malformed and ugly, while others said they were more beautiful than any fae, and that we were jealous of them.

I’m looking at Ziven and realizing it’s true that they’re beautiful, and for some reason he’s beautiful to the point hemakes my chest ache. I still recall his hand holding mine by the riverbank, as he said he’d go somewhere else with me, still recall sitting on that roof and leaning on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you also rest?” I ask.

“Well, I’m hungry too.” He gives me a grin that speeds up my heart.

“Is it true? That humans have a larger appetite?”

“Yes, we do tend to eat more.”

“But you’re slim like a fae.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

“It’s an observation.” Upstairs, the floor creaks, and I hear a moan. “They’re not sleeping.”

“They… must be… relaxing.” He takes a sip of his juice.

“Yes.” A distant memory comes to me, from when I was young, running beneath tables at parties, watching the older fae. “I know what they’re doing! They’re kissing.”

“Yes, they must be.”

“We should do the same.”

He spits his drink. “But I’m eating.”

I look down, suddenly feeling foolish. “You don’t like me, right?”

“I do like you.”

“You think I’m ugly.”

“You’re absolutely enchanting.”

“That’s not fair. You’re human. You can lie.”

He raises a spoon. “Do mirrors lie? Look at you. You know you’re gorgeous.”