By Laurell K. Hamilton
I'm Princess Meredith, inheritor to a throne of faerie. My day activity, as soon as upon a time, used to be as a personal detective in l. a.. regrettably, princess has now develop into a full-time occupation.
My aunt, Queen Andais, can have it no wrong way. And so i'm nearly a prisoner in faerie–trapped right here with a few of the realm’s most pretty males to function my bodyguards . . . and my fans. For i'm pressured to conceive a baby: an inheritor to be triumphant me at the throne. but after months of fantastic intercourse with my consorts, there's nonetheless no child. And no child ability no throne. the one sure bet is loss of life by the hands of my cousin Cel, or his fans, if I fail to conceive.
Now Mistral, Queen Andais’s new captain of the safeguard, has come to my bed–defying her and risking her bad wrath in doing so. yet even she is going to hesitate to punish him in jealous rage, simply because our becoming a member of has reawakened outdated magic, mystical energy so historic that not anyone stands opposed to it and survives. no longer even my most powerful and so much favorite: my Darkness and my Killing Frost. no longer even Mistral himself, my hurricane Lord. yet simply because Mistral has helped to deliver this magic forth, he may possibly stay one other day.
If i will reclaim keep an eye on of the fey strength that after was once, there is wish for me and my reign in faerie. i'd but quell the darkish schemes and subterfuges surrounding me. notwithstanding shadows of obsession and conspiracy assemble, i'll survive.
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He kissed me. He kissed me deep and long, and this time he didn’t taste like mead. He tasted of flesh, of lips and mouth and tongue, and the graze of teeth along my lower lip. And still the mead ran down our bodies, spreading out, out into a golden pool. The fur underneath us flattened in the tide of it. He spilled his mouth and hands down my body, over my breasts. He held them in his hands, gently, caressed my nipples with his lips and tongue until I cried out, and I felt my body grow wet, but not from the spreading golden pool of mead.
It is exactly what you think it is, my queen,” Doyle said. He began to move closer to her, as well. ” She emphasized her words by forcing Mistral back high on his knees. “We mean you no harm, my queen,” Doyle said. ” “That is your privilege,” he said. I opened my mouth to correct him, because he was my captain of the guard now. She wasn’t allowed to simply hurt him for the hell of it, not anymore. Abeloec tightened his hand on my arm. He whispered against my hair, “Not yet, Princess. ” I wanted to argue, but his reasoning was sound, as far as it went.
My hair cast a reddish light around my vision: It shone like spun garnets with fire inside them when I glowed. His eyes were like some deep, dark cave where the light could not go. Abruptly, I realized that for a long while, we hadn’t been kissing. We’d simply been staring into each other’s faces. I leaned up toward him, wrapped my hands around him. I’d forgotten I still held the cup in one hand, and it touched his bare back. His spine bowed, and liquid poured across his skin; though the cup had been emptied before, it was full again.
Mistral's Kiss by Laurell K. Hamilton