A chant erupts from the drunken crowd, first as a slurred purr, growing louder with each moment that passes.
Louder. Clearer. More articulate, more demanding.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
What the fucking hell?
Killian smirks as he grabs my waist and pulls me in, our mouths a breath away.
“Tell me, my Queen, would you deny them? Deny me?”
He clasps his mouth to mine before I could even blink, his tongue pushing forcefully against my lips to part, invading my mouth in one sweep.
The crowd goes into a frenzy, screams and whistling drowning out every other noise, and the sensory overload makes me hold on to Killian’s arms for dear life.
No, I can’t deny his people a semblance of hope and normality when what’s coming is anything but.
I can’t seem to deny him either; his hold on my body and soul as formidable as ever. And the cocky bastard knows it too, toying with me like I’m one of those mindless conquests he’s had over the centuries.
“Then maybe I will just have to try harder,” I think as I bite down on his tongue until the coppery taste of his blood fills my mouth and a guttural moan reverberates from his chest.
Chapter 18
Blaise
ThispixieFaeisgoing to be the true death of me.
All night she’s been dancing and flirting with strangers, while I’ve been following from a safe distance. I thought that if I stationed Mattya and Axel outside the city, that would solve my problems, but it seems she has no qualms about finding suitors at every step.
I mean, of course she does. Just look at her! She’s the sparkliest beam of moonlight these lands have ever been blessed with.
So I drowned my vexation with goblets of bloodwine and gave her space, hoping she would somehow orbit toward me sooner rather than later.
But, as I see her sprinting toward a back alley with some random blonde vampire that isn’t half as good-looking as I am, my patience finally snaps.
Oh, hell fucking no! I know all too well what occurs in the shadows of these alleys on Kronna. She’s not about to have sex with some random nobody, not when I am more than capable of providing her with all the pleasure she could ever desire.
I leave Aimee and Killian behind in their little love bubble, shouldering my way through the crowds gathered before the main stage.
Several females try to grab my attention, but I can’t be bothered to acknowledge them.
I know what they hint at with their sultry calls and exaggerated winks.
The old me would have jumped at the opportunity to take all of them to bed, even several at once.
But, as I currently stand, my only focus is the stunningly elusive Fae beauty that is laughing at some insipid joke her companion is saying as he drags her further away from the celebration. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed in glee, while the ordinary vampire sizes her up with an awestruck expression.
Wrong move, buddy.
Although it’s the same visceral reaction I have toward Sariah mirrored in his unimpressive eyes, I have no ounce of empathy for the bloody fool.
He’s not worthy of her attention. None of them are.
Hell, I’m probably not either, but that’s not going to stop me. Not because I deserve her, but because I’ll become the worthy male she deserves.
They disappear around a corner, and I pick up the pace, determined to cockblock any lame attempt this male might make.
There’s no fat chance in hell I’m letting any creature touch her.
