Abel gasped.
I closed my eyes, mortified at what I was doing, but committed to seeing this through since I was desperate enough to doanythingto get Abel off my back.
So I kissed the male, moving my lips under his, then slanting my mouth to get a better angle. The stranger smelled of pine, cedar, and the sea, and he tasted of mint and fresh air. Goddess, he tastedgood. No, not good...intoxicating. His scent wrapped around me. Just as fast, his aura spiked.
Even though I should have been pulling back, I deepened our kiss.
But amazingly, the stranger did too.
A low growl filled his throat, humming right through me and causing goosebumps to rise along my flesh. His arms curled me tighter in his embrace, holding me in an entirely new way as his mouth moved with mine.
Stars Above.
The stranger’s tongue darted out, running along my lower lip, and something flashed on his wrist, but I didn’t pay it any attention. I opened my mouth beneath his. His tongue caressed my own, and then, all I felt washim.
A hard chest. Caressing hands. An aching need. Tongues and taste and absolutewant.
A low moan left me.
Time stopped.
The streets of the capital vanished.
My belly flooded with desire, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, then kissed him even more.
“Fuck,” he whispered low and hard. “You’re?—”
Another flare of magic came from his wrist, but he stopped talking and wrapped me even tighter in his embrace, and then hedevouredme.
Our kiss turned frantic. Raw. Another moan left me. I wanted him. Needed him. Goddess Above, more, more, more. I wantedmore.
I wanted to straddle him, ride him, climb him like a tree.Lust hit me so suddenly that I could barely breathe.
A snarl tore through the streets.
A rush of air hit me, and my arse fell to the cobblestones. Coldness suddenly greeted me.
My eyes flashed open, but the stranger was gone.
Fury emanated from Abel, and my barely coherent mind struggled to comprehend what appeared in front of me.
A knife.
Abel had the stranger pressed against the back of the house, his arm lodged under his throat, with aknifethreatening to slice the stranger’s neck open.
My jaw dropped.
“Abel!” I pushed to a stand and struggled to uncloud my thoughts. “Abel!” I screamed again, but my psychotic neighbor didn’t release him. I scanned the area, but there weren’t any fae around, or if there had been, they’d scattered.
I whipped back to face him, but Abel hadn’t relented. If anything, he pushed the knife even more into the stranger.
I blinked stupidly and assessed the situation as quickly as I could. Strong shoulders filled out the stranger’s tunic. Black leggings clung to his muscular thighs, and his hands—that were still held up in surrender—were so large that I questioned the wisdom of Abel’s decision. Those hands looked as though they could crush stone, yet the stranger appeared reluctant to act.
Maybe I’d been wrong. Perhaps he was a gentle soul despite his size, and the huge sword he carried was just forshow. He might not know how to fight or get out of this situation.
A situationI’dput him in.
My eyes flashed wide. I would have to save him. Perhaps my fire element.No, he could get burned in the process.Or maybe, I could use my telekinetic magic and wrestle the knife from Abel’s hand.No, the stranger’s throat could get sliced accidentally in the process.
