The Abyss (Fae's Captive #7) - Lily Archer Page 0,30
don’t stop. I bite until my teeth meet, his gristle and sinew caught between them, and then I rip. His scream dies in my mouth as I snap and rip again with so much force his head pulls free and bounces onto the leaf-strewn ground. It lands at Beth’s feet, and I return to her with pride, a purr in my heart as I sit beside her. She leans down and kisses my nose. “Good kitty. I knew you could do it, my heart.”
My purr grows louder, but Chastain coughs, a bloody bubble rolling onto his lips.
Parnon runs with heavy steps toward us, a troll—much the worse for wear given the blood covering its face—on his tail. The other fighters surround it and cut it down with ease.
“What happened?” He eyes Zatran’s severed head, then looks at Chastain. “No!”
I pad over to the high fae and lick his wounds. They seal rapidly, as if my healing magic is several times stronger in my feral form. That must be it. Chastain sits up and wipes the blood from his mouth, then runs a shaking hand down his chest.
I headbutt him in apology.
He lies back and groans. “That was close.”
“You’re fine.” Beth waves a hand as if we weren’t just teetering on life and death. “We’re all fine, thanks to Gareth.”
“Gareth almost killed him.” Parnon doesn’t seem convinced.
“But he beat Zatran.”
“Now we can’t question him.” Parnon frowns.
“We’re alive, okay?” Beth pets me, her tone defensive. I lean against her legs, my tail twitching along her back.
I have the pressing urge to prance around Zatran’s head. After all, it’s a gift from me to my mate. I paw it and look up at her.
“Oh, what a good kitty,” she says brightly, her extra verve appeasing me.
Parnon toes Zatran’s head. “I would’ve enjoyed torturing him.”
“So would I.” Chastain seems to recover and climbs to his feet, though he keeps patting his chest. “And yes, thank you, Gareth.” He winces. “But remind me never to get on your bad side. Those fangs are … formidable.”
I lick my jowls, the taste of his blood mixing with Zatran’s. I shouldn’t like it. I don’t, not really. But my feral does. I stand and shake myself, then shift.
In a second, I’m back in my primary form. “His magic was powerful. That was touch and go for a moment.”
Beth jumps into my arms. “Not powerful enough for you.”
“Not when you’re here, my beloved.” I kiss her hard, the feral in agreement with my plan to dominate her mouth for hours on end.
“I’m going to make camp.” Parnon stomps off as usual.
“We need to discuss…” Chastain waves his hand at Zatran’s body. “This.”
I don’t pull away from Beth. Instead, I grab her ass and lift her tighter against me while plunging my tongue into her warm mouth.
Chastain tries again. “We really should discuss what sort of plan Zatran was trying to enact and how Cenet figures into—”
Beth yelps when I run my fingers deeper between her thighs, pressing against her tender flesh.
“All right, then. I’ll just, ah, go and give thanks for the Ancestors that you didn’t kill me.”
I don’t care what he does as long as he leaves me to my Beth. I walk until I can press her back to a gnarled tree, then kiss down her neck. “Did you mean it?”
“What?” She pulls my hair as I unbutton her shirt with my teeth.
“When you called me your heart.”
Nuzzling into her shirt, I find a nipple and pull it into my mouth.
She arches, her heart racing. “Yes.”
“How you please me, my beloved.” I lave her breast, sucking and nipping before returning to her luscious mouth.
She meets my lips with feverish intensity, her body coiling against mine as I grind my hips against her molten core.
My fangs lengthen, the feral demanding I claim what is mine.
“Let me have you.” I don’t beg, but it’s close. “Let me mark you as my own.” I rock my erection against her, stroking that perfect spot between her thighs.
She answers with her hips and tries to silence me with her wicked lips.
“No, my beloved. You must answer me.” I palm her breast and knead it before twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “I need to claim you. I can’t control my need for you.”
She sighs, her body shuddering as a light moan leaves her lips. “I want to. Ancestors know how badly I want you. All of you.”
“You can have me. Just give me the word, my most precious one.” I