"Sex and violence," Maeve purred. She had taken a couple more steps toward me, but I wasn't sure when. Or why it mattered. "Hunger and need. Take me, here, on this ground. Don't give me pleasure, wizard. Just take. Let it out, the beast inside you. I wish you to. I dare you to." Her fingers popped the snap on the little shorts. "Stop denying yourself. Stop thinking. This feels right."
Hell, yeah, it did. Maeve might have been one of the Sidhe, and fast, and have all kinds of magic powers, but she wasn't stronger than me. Once I took her to the ground, I could do as I pleased with her. I felt my mouth water. Some might have come out of one corner.
Maeve stepped closer yet and breathed, "You came for my throat, didn't you?" She let her head tilt bonelessly to one side, and slid her hand up her lithe body to push her hair back and away from her neck. Her hips were making small, slow shifts of her weight, a constant distraction. Her throat was lean and lovely. "Here it is. Come to me, my Knight. It's all right. Let it out, and I will make everything worth it."
Her throat. I had wanted it for something, I thought. But now I just wanted. That would be how to do it. Set my teeth on her throat while I took her. If she struggled-or didn't struggle enough-I would be able to start ripping my way toward the blood.
"This is how it is supposed to be," Maeve purred. "Knight and Lady, together. Fucking like animals. Taking what we please." Her mouth turned up into a smile. "I thought you'd never let it in. Let it in deep, where I could touch." Her lovely face took on a feigned, youthful innocence. "But I can touch it now, can't I?"
I growled. I'd forgotten how to do whatever that other thing was. All I could think about was the need. Claim her as a mate. Take whatever I pleased from her. Make her mine.
Except . . .
Wait.
A fluttering surge of pure terror went through me, and it was energy enough to let me rip the Winter from my thoughts, to push it back. It didn't want to go. It fought me every inch of the way, howling, filled with raw lust for flesh and for blood.
My ribs suddenly ached. My head spun a little. I suddenly needed that hand on the ground to keep my balance.
Maeve saw it the second I regained control. Her eyelids lowered almost closed, and she breathed, "Ah. So close. But perhaps there is still time. Is that your staff, wizard, or are you just happy to see me?"
I bared my teeth and said, "Maeve . . ."
"This is perfect," she said. "In one night I'm going to unleash the Sleepers, slay a starborn, put an end to this troublesome mortal city, and begin a war between Summer and Winter. By the time the real assault on the Gates begins, Winter and Summer will be hunting one another in the night, and be so busy gouging out one another's eyes that they'll neversee what is coming-all thanks to me. And you, of course. I couldn't have done this at all without you."
She leaned a little closer as she spoke that last, and I ripped at her throat with my ice claws.
I was exhausted, and it was slow, entirely lacking in the focused power and precision I'd felt under the influence of Winter. She bobbed her head back a fraction of an inch, and the swipe missed and sent me down into the dirt.
Maeve let out a little peal of laughter and clapped her hands. Then she flicked a couple of fingers negligently toward me and said to the rawhead, "Tear him to pieces."
The rawhead took two lumbering steps forward and reached down toward me with bony, bloody claws.
But before it could grab me, there was a rush of footsteps, and a four-legged form consisting entirely of what looked like mud slammed into its rearmost leg.
The mud creature hit the rawhead hard. The power of its impact cracked bones and blew the leg out from beneath the rawhead. The fae giant bellowed a ground-shaking roar. A ton of bloody bones fell, and the mud creature, white teeth flashing, kept after it.
Snarling.
And a nimbus of blue light gathered around its muddy jaws.
I looked up to see more mud creatures rushing up the hill, though the others were bipedal, of various sizes and shapes. The first one to reach me drew a steel sword from a muddy scabbard and went after the rawhead as well, falcata being used with the brutal power strikes normally employed with a freaking ax. Silver eyes flashed in the blobby, mud-covered face.
Thomas.
Maeve snarled and stepped toward me, bringing her right hand out from behind her back. She gripped a tiny little automatic in her fingers, though God only knew where she'd been concealing it. She half lifted it, but before she could shoot, gunshots rang out, sharp and clear. One of them hit the ground maybe three feet away, and Maeve bolted aside, vanishing behind a veil as she went.
The smallest mud figure came to my side, lowering a mud-covered P90. She hooked a little hand beneath one of my arms, her blue eyes reddened and blinking rapidly. With surprising strength, she dragged me back from the rawhead while Thomas and Mouse fought it.
The others hurried up to join Karrin, and while Karrin covered us, muddy Mac got a shoulder underneath me and with a grunt of effort picked me up in a fireman's carry.
"Come on," Karrin said. "The cottage."
While she kept her P90 at the ready and Mac toted me, the other two mud figures, Sarissa and Justine, hurried along beside us. A moment later Mac dumped me gently, more or less, onto the floor of the cottage. Karrin kept her gun pointed at the door.
"Karrin," I managed to gasp.
Her eyes didn't waver from the door. "Got tired of waiting on you. I'm here."
Hell, yeah, it did. Maeve might have been one of the Sidhe, and fast, and have all kinds of magic powers, but she wasn't stronger than me. Once I took her to the ground, I could do as I pleased with her. I felt my mouth water. Some might have come out of one corner.
Maeve stepped closer yet and breathed, "You came for my throat, didn't you?" She let her head tilt bonelessly to one side, and slid her hand up her lithe body to push her hair back and away from her neck. Her hips were making small, slow shifts of her weight, a constant distraction. Her throat was lean and lovely. "Here it is. Come to me, my Knight. It's all right. Let it out, and I will make everything worth it."
Her throat. I had wanted it for something, I thought. But now I just wanted. That would be how to do it. Set my teeth on her throat while I took her. If she struggled-or didn't struggle enough-I would be able to start ripping my way toward the blood.
"This is how it is supposed to be," Maeve purred. "Knight and Lady, together. Fucking like animals. Taking what we please." Her mouth turned up into a smile. "I thought you'd never let it in. Let it in deep, where I could touch." Her lovely face took on a feigned, youthful innocence. "But I can touch it now, can't I?"
I growled. I'd forgotten how to do whatever that other thing was. All I could think about was the need. Claim her as a mate. Take whatever I pleased from her. Make her mine.
Except . . .
Wait.
A fluttering surge of pure terror went through me, and it was energy enough to let me rip the Winter from my thoughts, to push it back. It didn't want to go. It fought me every inch of the way, howling, filled with raw lust for flesh and for blood.
My ribs suddenly ached. My head spun a little. I suddenly needed that hand on the ground to keep my balance.
Maeve saw it the second I regained control. Her eyelids lowered almost closed, and she breathed, "Ah. So close. But perhaps there is still time. Is that your staff, wizard, or are you just happy to see me?"
I bared my teeth and said, "Maeve . . ."
"This is perfect," she said. "In one night I'm going to unleash the Sleepers, slay a starborn, put an end to this troublesome mortal city, and begin a war between Summer and Winter. By the time the real assault on the Gates begins, Winter and Summer will be hunting one another in the night, and be so busy gouging out one another's eyes that they'll neversee what is coming-all thanks to me. And you, of course. I couldn't have done this at all without you."
She leaned a little closer as she spoke that last, and I ripped at her throat with my ice claws.
I was exhausted, and it was slow, entirely lacking in the focused power and precision I'd felt under the influence of Winter. She bobbed her head back a fraction of an inch, and the swipe missed and sent me down into the dirt.
Maeve let out a little peal of laughter and clapped her hands. Then she flicked a couple of fingers negligently toward me and said to the rawhead, "Tear him to pieces."
The rawhead took two lumbering steps forward and reached down toward me with bony, bloody claws.
But before it could grab me, there was a rush of footsteps, and a four-legged form consisting entirely of what looked like mud slammed into its rearmost leg.
The mud creature hit the rawhead hard. The power of its impact cracked bones and blew the leg out from beneath the rawhead. The fae giant bellowed a ground-shaking roar. A ton of bloody bones fell, and the mud creature, white teeth flashing, kept after it.
Snarling.
And a nimbus of blue light gathered around its muddy jaws.
I looked up to see more mud creatures rushing up the hill, though the others were bipedal, of various sizes and shapes. The first one to reach me drew a steel sword from a muddy scabbard and went after the rawhead as well, falcata being used with the brutal power strikes normally employed with a freaking ax. Silver eyes flashed in the blobby, mud-covered face.
Thomas.
Maeve snarled and stepped toward me, bringing her right hand out from behind her back. She gripped a tiny little automatic in her fingers, though God only knew where she'd been concealing it. She half lifted it, but before she could shoot, gunshots rang out, sharp and clear. One of them hit the ground maybe three feet away, and Maeve bolted aside, vanishing behind a veil as she went.
The smallest mud figure came to my side, lowering a mud-covered P90. She hooked a little hand beneath one of my arms, her blue eyes reddened and blinking rapidly. With surprising strength, she dragged me back from the rawhead while Thomas and Mouse fought it.
The others hurried up to join Karrin, and while Karrin covered us, muddy Mac got a shoulder underneath me and with a grunt of effort picked me up in a fireman's carry.
"Come on," Karrin said. "The cottage."
While she kept her P90 at the ready and Mac toted me, the other two mud figures, Sarissa and Justine, hurried along beside us. A moment later Mac dumped me gently, more or less, onto the floor of the cottage. Karrin kept her gun pointed at the door.
"Karrin," I managed to gasp.
Her eyes didn't waver from the door. "Got tired of waiting on you. I'm here."
