Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,2
longing when they started making out against a wall. The things she’d seen in this park . . .
She’d never had sex—some part of her must still believe she could become queen—but she’d risked fooling around more and more since she’d started transitioning to her full immortality.
As all of her senses heightened to a supernatural degree, so did her lust. Loreans called this stage “overstimulation.” Lila called it “in heat.”
Even from this distance, her enhanced eyesight could spy tiny details. The bite of the woman’s nails into the man’s shoulders, his subtle thrusts against her . . .
Suddenly, the tips of her ears began to twitch. Wariness filled her. Another Lorean neared—
“A fairy princess pretending to be a fairy princess?” a deep voice said from behind her.
Saetth. Stay cool, stay cool. Calm the hell down! “Took you long enough, cousin.” Turning to him, she craned her head up. Lost her breath.
Dressed in full court regalia, he wore a tailored, fawn-colored suit that highlighted his rangy frame. Amusement lit his riveting blue eyes. Golden blond hair tumbled over his forehead just so. His sword scabbard accentuated his royal air, and his crown still sat proudly upon his head.
He was the epitome of masculine perfection.
Fucker. Take away the fact that he’d exiled her and she’d spent more than a decade cursing him . . . I’d do him. Of course, at this point in her development she wasn’t very choosy.
“Calliope, you’ve grown into a vision.” His gaze roamed over her. “What’s this—do your eyes now match?”
“A contact lens.” Her appearance required approval before she was allowed to mingle with park guests. Her mismatched eyes would never make the cut. “Why are you here?” Take me the hell home. All I want is to go home.
“How about a proper greeting for your betrothed?”
Betrothed. Was she truly still in the running for queen? Her heart tripped, but not because of any lingering love for him.
Lila was in love with the idea of having as much control over her own life as possible. Of not constantly looking over her shoulder for the M?ri?r.
Being a ruler would give her the most safety and control she could ever hope for. “Are you still my betrothed? I wouldn’t know since I haven’t heard a fucking word from you.”
A hint of a grin played on his lips. “Has little Calliope developed an even tarter tongue since she’s been away?”
Tarter? You have no idea, cousin. Her exile had only fueled her temper.
“And yet I wager it will taste so sweet.” He grasped her shoulders and drew her closer. To kiss her?
She’d wondered what this would be like for far too long. Especially of late. Even when she’d kissed other guys, she’d dreamed of Saetth, unable to deny he was probably her ideal match, socially, royally—and sexually.
Had he imprinted on her in some way?
He leaned down. As their lips made contact, fireworks exploded.
The eight-o’clock fireworks show. Not so much with the kiss. She’d experienced more heat making out with the mortal who played Goofy.
Saetth groaned, slanting his mouth, touching his tongue to hers.
That was better, but nothing she’d write home about. Not that I could ever write home, since it’s in a different godsdamned dimension and they don’t make stamps for that.
She broke away and pushed against his chest.
He wasn’t discouraged at all. Releasing her, he murmured, “Sweet as honey.”
So that was the extent of their first kiss? How . . . anticlimactic.
With a smoldering look, he turned and leaned his elbows on the railing to take in the fireworks blazing across the sky.
She’d seen this show so many times that she knew the purple, red, and blue zigzaggy cascades came next.
“Clever to use mortals as your cover from the archer,” he said. “And to masquerade as a fairy princess is the boldest choice you could have made. Why am I not surprised?”
I can’t believe I just kissed Saetth. “Are you here to take me back or not?”
He straightened and faced her. “I am not.”
She bit back a string of insults. How much longer?
“I traveled here with a friend to discuss something with you. Ah, here she is now.”
A stunning black-haired female with golden eyes strolled out onto the balcony. She rocked a scarlet sheath dress. A live bat perched on her shoulder like an accessory.
Was the creature eating a tuft of cotton candy? A package of it jutted from the woman’s messenger bag.
Saetth said, “Calliope, this is N?x the Ever-Knowing, the Valkyries’ soothsayer.”