Page 165 of A Court of Wicked Fae


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My control snapped, and I shifted my hips hard, slamming into her welcoming body as my own orgasm coiled tight inside me.

I came all at once, roaring as I shot all I had deep inside her.

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TEMPEST

“Wake, sweet storm,” Vexxion murmured in my ear.

I could feel his threads wrap around us, sheltering us.

I only had to half open my eyes to see it was still dark out, though dawn and the day of the wedding bloomed in gold streaked with blood red on the horizon. “Go away. I need more sleep. You kept me up all night.”

“You adore it when I do that.” He climbed over me and nuzzled my neck, kissing along my jaw to my throat where he bit down hard enough to make my eyes open all the way.

“I do, but I need more sleep.” I swatted at his head, but only ran my fingers through his hair when I made impact. I tugged on the white band and coiled it around my thumb.

He lifted his head and grinned at me, stunning me all over again with how gorgeous he was. How adoringly he looked at me. “Are you ready for a surprise? Today is about giving.”

Today is about killing the king.The thought shot through me like a bolt of white-hot lightning blasting down from the sky, coating my joy in this moment in a bitter taint.

You still get a surprise,he said.

Am I finally prepared?

He nodded.You will be. You’ll do what’s necessary, and you’ll do it with all the passion inside your heart.

As long as his head rolls by my feet, I don’t care if I have to hack it off with a dull knife, splattering his wretched blood everywhere.

When you arrive in the throne room, I’ll place the dagger in your hand.

Won’t any dagger do?

This one is as special as you. You’re going to stun the world just like you’ve stunned me.

Vexxion.I held his shoulders while he kissed across my chest.

You’re distracting me,he drawled.

I believe you’re distracting yourself.And me. Always.

He levered himself up and off me, moving to stand beside the bed, gazing down at me. “I love you.”

The words came out so simply, so profoundly, I wanted to cry.

“Dress quickly,” he said with a lift of his mouth that didn’t reach his eyes. “We don’t have much time.”

The wedding would take place late this morning.

I slid from the bed and padded to the bathing area to clean my mouth, wash quickly, and dress in the clothing Vexxion had waiting. I lifted the leather tunic and pants. “Brenna’s expectingme to help her dress for the wedding. I can’t go to her wearing this.”

He strode over to stand in the doorway dressed only in snug black pants. “I want to see you in your leathers one more time.”

He said I could do this. Why did the tightness in his voice suggest he was worried?

“Tell me.” I tugged on my under clothing and strode over to stand in front of him when he didn’t speak. “Whataren’t you telling me?”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me sweetly. My heart shuddered with dismay.