Trial by Fae (Dragon's Gift The Dark Fae #1) - Linsey Hall Page 0,45
rib. That lion hit me pretty hard.”
His green eyes glinted with concern. “I can heal it if you’ll let me.”
I frowned, debating. “Healing power?”
He nodded. “It’s common among the Fae.”
He would probably have to touch me to heal me. That’s how it usually worked. I wanted him to touch me. For all the wrong reasons.
But it would be nice for my ribs not to hurt.
That was a good reason, right?
And I was protected by my spell. He hadn’t realized I was his Mograh when he’d picked me up out of the lake.
I drew in a deep breath. “Okay.”
He held out his hands, reaching slowly toward me. As if he knew I was the type to bite if someone touched me unexpectedly.
He was right about that.
“Which side?” he asked.
“The right.”
When his hands landed on my ribs, I stifled a gasp. His touch was warm and sure, his hands strong. When he began to feed healing energy into me, my skin tingled all over.
The pain faded as he worked, replaced by intense awareness of his touch. The magic created a connection between us. I could almost feel his intention to make me better.
I shook my head.
Wishful thinking.
“Better?” he asked. His scent wrapped around me, and I breathed it in. Fresh water and the forest. And something masculine that was unidentifiable.
“Better.” I almost vibrated from my desire to lean into him and press my lips to his. What was it about this guy? I’d never felt like this with anyone. He must have had some kind of ability to enchant or hypnotize, because his words made my head go slightly fuzzy.
No. Dangerous.
But I wanted him so badly.
He’d saved my life.
All I could see were his lips and eyes. I swayed toward him, unable to resist.
His mouth pressed to mine, hard and fierce despite the softness of his lips. It was a magical combination that made my breath go short and my skin tingle.
His hands came up to wrap around my waist, strong and firm. He pressed me back against the tree, pinning me. I moaned, desire shooting through me. He was an expert at this, and I could feel every inch of his hard body against mine. He towered over me, and something purred to life inside me.
An awareness.
A connection.
As my head spun, his heat seeped into me, making my heart race. I shifted so I could run my hands over the broad planes of his back.
He growled low in his throat and pulled me closer, his lips dropping to my neck. He ran his tongue along my skin, making a shiver race through me. He bit down, and I cried out.
I wanted to tear off my clothes. From the way his hands were moving beneath the back of my shirt, trailing sparks across my flesh, I thought that he might want to do the same.
Abruptly, he pulled back.
I gasped, my gaze flashing up to his.
“You.” His eyes flashed with shock. They were entirely black, as if he’d begun to shift as he had last time we’d kissed. “It’s you.”
Horror plunged me into cold water.
Shit.
I’d forgotten.
I’d forgotten. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t look the same, but I’ve kissed you before. Recently.”
Oh fuck.
“You’ve taken off your makeup, and your hair is different.” His gaze dropped to my chest. “Less of that as well.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb.” His gaze moved over my face. “You thought you were hidden from me. I can see it now. Your Mordaca disguise did an excellent job.”
I scoffed.
“How did you hide the fact that you are my Mograh?” he asked. “I should have been able to sense you.”
“So you’ll admit it now?” He hadn’t when I’d asked him about it in my workshop.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’m not looking for that.”
“So you’ll just ignore it.”
“I’m sure as hell going to try.”
Because I was a Dragon Blood. I deserved a medal for being so stupid. I’d gotten so used to him here in the woods. He didn’t seem quite like the suit-wearing king who’d come to me for the amplification charm two days ago.
My spell and disguise had worked so well that I’d just forgotten.
Moron.
What would it cost me?
I glanced at him, wondering if I could take him out.
“Thinking about trying to kill me, Dragon Blood?” he asked. “Make sure the information dies with me?”
I scowled at him, irritation rising within me. I lashed out, saying the worst thing I could think of about him. “You killed your brother.”