I smile and kiss her. I kiss her for a long time, the wind in our hair as the last light leaves us.
But then I hear a click and feel something cold and sharp between my legs. I go still, a jolt of surprise hitting me. Maybe I'm not always in charge, after all. 'Clay?'And just then, I register my blade missing from where it was hooked onto my skirt.
'Can I show you something?' Macon asks her, not breaking a sweat. He grabs her by the back of the neck, and she screams as he drags her over to a motorbike on cinder blocks, someone already started the engine, the tires spinning wildly.
'Come on, it's just like being with a man, Clay,' I mock, unable to hide my enjoyment as I lower my voice to a whisper. 'You just open your legs.'
A small, quiet smile passed over Nesta's face.Then she hefted her shield. Angled her sword.And stepped beyond the line she'd drawn to meet her enemy.
'Which death-god are you?' Lanthys demanded, glancing between the blade and her. The silver fire sizzling in her eyes.
He'd teach her wing-play later. Because he wanted her to touch his wings, to learn where to stroke while he fucked her so that he'd come hard enough to see stars, to learn what places to stroke even while he wasn't fucking her so he'd come in her hand, her mouth.
'The book,' Nesta said, a bit breathlessly, 'is about...' Her nostrils flared and her eyes went a bit unfocused. 'A book.''Interesting' Cassian murmured. 'Sounds great.'
So Nesta had become a wolf. Armed herself with invisible teeth and claws, and learned to strike faster, deeper, more lethally. Had relished it. But when the time came to put away the wolf, she'd found it had devoured her, too.
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