He groans. “Never realized how good that feels. Please … have some mercy.”
My breath fans out against his skin, and I ignore his plea, kissing him more, my blood thrilling at his reaction.
A moment later, his wings appear. They expand, only to curve around the two of us. I reach out and stroke one.
“Jesus …”
I never thought that Des would melt beneath my touch. This, I can get used to.
Moving into his bedroom, he forces his wings back so that he can lay me out on his bed. Stepping away, he closes his eyes.
I push myself up on my forearms, trying to figure out what he’s up to.
A second later, Des’s wings disappear. Only then does he join me on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard and pulling me against him. My head nestles onto one of his sculpted pecs, and my breath hitches. Even the siren in me is caught up in the moment. She’s used to running the show, but now she wants to be seduced—rather than do the seducing—right now.
He stares down at me, a wily spark in his eye. “Comfortable, love?”
Love.
That one’s new.
I smile like an idiot in spite of myself.
I’m not sure what his next move is going to be until a laptop floats through his doorway, landing neatly on his stomach.
My lips part when I realize what’s going on, my pulse in my throat.
Our movie nights. Back at school, we used to do this all the time.
Opening the laptop up, Des clicks open Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1.
“We never got to finish the series together, so … I thought we might watch the last two movies.”
This is what he always wanted to do with me?
My throat constricts. I hadn’t realized he’d enjoyed our movie nights as much as I had.
“I’d really like that,” I finally say, because he’s waiting to hear something.
Giving me a small smile, he tucks a hand behind his head and starts the movie. And then we settle in, just like we used to. For once, our closeness, our silence does feel just as comfortable now as it did years ago.
Two odd hours later, tears are silently streaking down my cheeks as the movie ends. They drip down my face and onto the Bargainer’s chest.
I feel his eyes turn to me.
“Are you … crying?” he asks.
Cat’s out of the bag.
I sniffle. “Dobby was such a good friend.”
The Bargainer pauses. Then his stomach begins to shake. A second later I realize he’s laughing.
He tilts my head so that I’m gazing up at him. “Cherub, shit, you’re too adorable.” Carefully he wipes my tears away with his thumb.
Adorable. Another compliment I tuck away. Later, when I’m alone, I’ll pull it back out and savor it.
Des’s gaze falls to my mouth, and his look goes from affectionate to hungry. He hesitates, and I think he’s going to kiss me, but then his eyes move to the computer and he exits out of the movie.
“Are you still good for round two?” he asks.
To be honest, laying here on my human pillow, I am getting sleepy, despite the fact that said human pillow has kept my anatomy awake for quite some time.
“I’m still good,” I lie.
As if I’m going to opt out of this. I’d like to see someone try to pry me away from this man’s sculpted body.
I swear the Bargainer’s eyes miss nothing as he stares at me. Giving his head a shake, he starts up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2, and I resettle against his chest.
My mind drifts as I began to watch the eighth Harry Potter movie.
Aside from some intense kisses and some minor groping, the Bargainer hasn’t pushed things any further with me. And now, much to my chagrin, I actually kind of want him to. Especially, if I’m being honest with myself, after what he told me tonight about how it felt leaving me.
Like my soul was ripped in two.
He admitted his feelings. Gave them freely to me. I’m still reeling from that. For any fairy, that’s a big deal. Secrets are like currency. The more you have, the more powerful you are.
For a fae king to give up his secrets?
I can only imagine.
I snuggle deeper into his chest, some strange, light emotion taking ahold of me.
I could get used to this.
Chapter 18
April, seven years ago
The Bargainer and I step out of a taxi.
“Is it weird for you—taking a car rather than flying?” I ask.
We’re on another gig of his. Someone whose debts he needs to collect.
“Not as weird as bringing you along,” he says, paying off our driver.
Tonight, the two of us are still on the Isle of Man, though I’ve never been to this particular part of it. I think we’re on the north end of the island. The houses in this particular area are built close together, many of them with peeling paint and mossy roof tiles.
“Are you ever going to show me your wings?” I ask, watching him as he walks away from the taxi, tucking his wallet into the back pocket of his pants. I force my eyes not to linger on him, or on the way his clothes cling to his muscular body.
Oh, to be that faded shirt.
“Trust me, you don’t want to see my wings,” he says, walking past me, up the paved road.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask as I follow him, pulling out a pistachio flavored macaroon from the bag I carry. We made a pit stop at Douglas Café right before this.
“Something you should know about fae,” he says over his shoulder, “the only time our wings come out is when we want to fight or fuck.”
My breath fans out against his skin, and I ignore his plea, kissing him more, my blood thrilling at his reaction.
A moment later, his wings appear. They expand, only to curve around the two of us. I reach out and stroke one.
“Jesus …”
I never thought that Des would melt beneath my touch. This, I can get used to.
Moving into his bedroom, he forces his wings back so that he can lay me out on his bed. Stepping away, he closes his eyes.
I push myself up on my forearms, trying to figure out what he’s up to.
A second later, Des’s wings disappear. Only then does he join me on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard and pulling me against him. My head nestles onto one of his sculpted pecs, and my breath hitches. Even the siren in me is caught up in the moment. She’s used to running the show, but now she wants to be seduced—rather than do the seducing—right now.
He stares down at me, a wily spark in his eye. “Comfortable, love?”
Love.
That one’s new.
I smile like an idiot in spite of myself.
I’m not sure what his next move is going to be until a laptop floats through his doorway, landing neatly on his stomach.
My lips part when I realize what’s going on, my pulse in my throat.
Our movie nights. Back at school, we used to do this all the time.
Opening the laptop up, Des clicks open Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1.
“We never got to finish the series together, so … I thought we might watch the last two movies.”
This is what he always wanted to do with me?
My throat constricts. I hadn’t realized he’d enjoyed our movie nights as much as I had.
“I’d really like that,” I finally say, because he’s waiting to hear something.
Giving me a small smile, he tucks a hand behind his head and starts the movie. And then we settle in, just like we used to. For once, our closeness, our silence does feel just as comfortable now as it did years ago.
Two odd hours later, tears are silently streaking down my cheeks as the movie ends. They drip down my face and onto the Bargainer’s chest.
I feel his eyes turn to me.
“Are you … crying?” he asks.
Cat’s out of the bag.
I sniffle. “Dobby was such a good friend.”
The Bargainer pauses. Then his stomach begins to shake. A second later I realize he’s laughing.
He tilts my head so that I’m gazing up at him. “Cherub, shit, you’re too adorable.” Carefully he wipes my tears away with his thumb.
Adorable. Another compliment I tuck away. Later, when I’m alone, I’ll pull it back out and savor it.
Des’s gaze falls to my mouth, and his look goes from affectionate to hungry. He hesitates, and I think he’s going to kiss me, but then his eyes move to the computer and he exits out of the movie.
“Are you still good for round two?” he asks.
To be honest, laying here on my human pillow, I am getting sleepy, despite the fact that said human pillow has kept my anatomy awake for quite some time.
“I’m still good,” I lie.
As if I’m going to opt out of this. I’d like to see someone try to pry me away from this man’s sculpted body.
I swear the Bargainer’s eyes miss nothing as he stares at me. Giving his head a shake, he starts up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2, and I resettle against his chest.
My mind drifts as I began to watch the eighth Harry Potter movie.
Aside from some intense kisses and some minor groping, the Bargainer hasn’t pushed things any further with me. And now, much to my chagrin, I actually kind of want him to. Especially, if I’m being honest with myself, after what he told me tonight about how it felt leaving me.
Like my soul was ripped in two.
He admitted his feelings. Gave them freely to me. I’m still reeling from that. For any fairy, that’s a big deal. Secrets are like currency. The more you have, the more powerful you are.
For a fae king to give up his secrets?
I can only imagine.
I snuggle deeper into his chest, some strange, light emotion taking ahold of me.
I could get used to this.
Chapter 18
April, seven years ago
The Bargainer and I step out of a taxi.
“Is it weird for you—taking a car rather than flying?” I ask.
We’re on another gig of his. Someone whose debts he needs to collect.
“Not as weird as bringing you along,” he says, paying off our driver.
Tonight, the two of us are still on the Isle of Man, though I’ve never been to this particular part of it. I think we’re on the north end of the island. The houses in this particular area are built close together, many of them with peeling paint and mossy roof tiles.
“Are you ever going to show me your wings?” I ask, watching him as he walks away from the taxi, tucking his wallet into the back pocket of his pants. I force my eyes not to linger on him, or on the way his clothes cling to his muscular body.
Oh, to be that faded shirt.
“Trust me, you don’t want to see my wings,” he says, walking past me, up the paved road.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask as I follow him, pulling out a pistachio flavored macaroon from the bag I carry. We made a pit stop at Douglas Café right before this.
“Something you should know about fae,” he says over his shoulder, “the only time our wings come out is when we want to fight or fuck.”
