Page 156 of Blood of the Fairest

Maybe if I willingly give her my blood, she'll drag me far away from this castle, back to her lair, where she will torture me with such erotic kisses forever.

A man can hope.

Trying to ignore the chatter of the horses, I stifle a groan when she teases my tongue with hers, sucking softly on it. My heart pounds, heat soaring through my body as I kiss her back.

Her explorative lips finally move from my mouth, pressing down my jaw until she murmurs against my throat as if speaking to herself.

"Oh, shit. I'm going to end up fucking a knight if I don't watch myself."

"In that case, please don't watch yourself," I manage, my chest rising and falling quicker.

"Again, I only trust Wulf with you in bed for the time being," the ghost in my armor grumbles. "What if this man is dangerous to you? Just feed on him and be done with it."

Who is this Wulf fellow he keeps mentioning?

My cock is throbbing with excitement in my trousers, but it damn near erupts when I feel her tongue on the side of my neck, before her teeth skim it briefly.

Holy goddess above, what is this woman doing to me? Is this witchcraft?

If so, I like it.

I want her to bite me.

But just as I think she will, my ruby-haired beauty abruptly pulls away from me. She gets quickly to her feet despite my protest and pinches her own arm quite hard.

"Ouch. No. Absolutely not. What the fuck is wrong with you?" she chastises herself, covering her face and exhaling harshly. "You are not biting this guy."

"Such pesky morals," the ghost in my armor sighs.

If this woman has morals and she's resisting a more-than-willing lay, I don't see how this can possibly be the same woman I've secretly corresponded with for months under the guise of being a nobleman. I was trying to organize a way to meet so I could slit Queen Reinhilde's throat on behalf of my friend—an Aurefeldan nobleman's son she once poached for her Favored before he mysteriously went missing.

But this woman?

Not only does she have no idea who I am, but I can't imagine her being a part of the endless horror stories one hears about Isenmere's queen. I'm certain that she can't truly be that Reinhilde.

Verena it is, then.

"Finally, they've stopped mashing their faces together," a nearby horse brays, flicking his tail.

The mare huffs at him, tossing her mane. "You're such a prude."

"Hardly! I just want these humans to trot off so I can get some shuteye after that grueling trip. That bandit attack scared me half to death."

The Isenmerian horses don't seem to realize yet that I can understand them perfectly, but they'll catch wind soon. Every horse stabled near Aurefeld Castle warns visitors to watch what they say around me.

I tune out the equines and also get to my feet. Ignoring the insistent tent in my breeches, I gently take her hands in mine, pulling them away from her beautiful face so it's not hidden from me.

"Why not?" I ask Verena.

"What?"

"Why not bite me? If you enjoy it, I might, too. I'm sure I'd enjoy anything you do to me, so let's give it a try."

Her dark blue stare holds me hostage for a moment. "Oh, my god. You're serious."

"Not often, but I am right now."

She shakes her head, baffled as she removes her hands from mine. "Do you always let random women bite you after a little romp in the hay, Sir Kinks-A-Lot?"