“Because you’re the most qualified.”
She choked on a brittle laugh. “Why in Heaven’s name would you think that? Everyone here is older than I. Far more versed in the hierarchy.”
As with all living beings, especially the Fae, knowledge was acquired with age. And while Asmia was just past the century mark, she was a newborn compared to the others in Obsidian’sfiestreigh, the group tasked with supporting the warrior angels. All had far more powerful abilities, could ensure Obsidian’samsouelot’ssafety with minimal effort.
Taayin paused, turned to face her. His eyes were warm with affection, and Asmia felt the intensity deep in her soul. This male… She’d come to care for him greatly, which was both a blessing and a curse.
“You have nothing to fear, love,” he whispered. “I trust you. As does Obsidian. For now, keeping Penelope safe is the priority. However, befriending her is equally important.” He smiled, his blue eyes glittering. “You’re most qualified in that department.”
He twined a lock of her hair around his finger, tugged her toward him.
Asmia moved without hesitation, leaning in and accepting the warmth of his lips upon her own. As was the case whenever they were near, passion ignited. She still found it difficult to believe he was not heramsouelot. Asmia could not imagine wanting someone more than she wanted Taayin.
Granted, she was appreciative in many ways that he was not her soul’s other half. Along with the tremendous pleasure enjoyed between two who had been mated by the Fates, an equally devastating pain was associated when they were apart. The only reason Obsidian had not been subjected to this was due to the fact his relationship with Penelope was in its early stages. Once they consummated the relationship and until theirlintamair, any separation they endured would give the same impression of mourning a part of oneself.
Asmia didn’t wish that upon anyone. Least of all Taayin.
“Tonight, I’ll take you to the casino, show you around,” he told her. “I won’t be able to stay for long. Now that we’ve located Penelope, my responsibilities have expanded. With the demons hot on her trail, I have to maintain my focus.”
Asmia understood that much. There was no doubt in her mind Obsidian would leave a wide trail of death and destruction in his wake should something happen to hisamsouelot,and it was their responsibility to support him.
“I will not fail either of them,” she assured Taayin. “Although I shall miss you terribly.”
His smile was sad. “We’ve always got the daylight hours.”
That they did. But she was hoping they’d be spending those together back in Colorado. Truth was, she missed home, missed Zeus and Aphrodite. And theheurosp. Vegas was so different from what she was used to, and Asmia was eager to get back to the mansion.
“Do you think Perfidious will make his move soon?” she asked.
Taayin pulled back, stared into her eyes. “Hard to tell. Perfidious likes to play games. Always has. Since both sides are playing for her soul, it’s possible he’ll drag it out.”
“Or catch us off guard,” she acknowledged.
When an angel became ensnared by theiramsouelot,they lost their overall focus. And without the others around to watch his back, both Obsidian and Penelope were at risk. Not only were they up against Perfidious, who was out to get Penelope, there were other demons who would love to get their slimy paws on Obsidian.
“Fear not, love,” Taayin said softly. “Focus on Penelope.”
Asmia nodded in agreement, forcing thoughts of world destruction from her mind.
The gleam in Taayin’s eyes told her his thoughts had already ventured down a different road entirely. Somewhere with salacious intent.
“You’re thinking about taking me right here, aren’t you?” she whispered, stepping in closer.
“It had crossed my mind.”
“Well…” Asmia didn’t bother to look around, not caring who might be lingering. When it came to sex, she wasn’t shy. “What are you waiting for?”
THISFEMALETAUNTEDTAAYININEVERYWAY.
Asmia was quite possibly the most stunning fairy to have ever graced Heaven or Earth. Not only physically, though it was near impossible to deny she was otherworldly with her waist-length blond hair, the stunning amethyst eyes notorious to Fae, those cupid’s bow lips, and a body to fucking die for.
No doubt about it, Asmia had wrapped Taayin around her little finger the very day she stepped into his world. The fact that she wasn’t shy, spoke her mind freely, and sought the natural pleasures most of them forgot existed was only a bonus.
Taayin found himself wanting her with a desperation that wasn’t normal.
Without regard for consequence, Taayin pushed Asmia up against the wall, crushed his lips to hers. Didn’t matter that she’d slept in his bed through the day, he still wanted her again. His cock ached with the need to feel her wrapped around him, to be buried to the hilt in her sweet, welcoming heat.
Asmia’s soft moans were a direct contradiction to the way her fingers ripped at his clothing. She was as desperate for physical contact as he was, the need overwhelming.
