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He told me the myriad of ridiculous, troublemaking scrapes Bradach got into that Alisdair always had to save him from. He told me about his first horse, and what life was like before forced bindings, hatred, and war.
Alisdair also told me how he liked his eggs, that he was nine pounds at birth, and that he once saw an eagle snatch a rabbit off the ground and carry it off. He truly scraped the bottom of the mundane barrel for the sake of holding up his end of the deal, and getting me on my knees—wherever and whenever the mood struck us.
I once ran away from all the amorous couples partaking in their naked activities outside of their rooms. Who knew it would only take me a few short weeks until Alisdair and I were one of them.
It wasn’t an exaggeration that we couldn’t get enough of each other. And it wasn’t a lie for me to say that somewhere along the way, I thought less of tricking him into falling in love with me, and more about how I’d stop myself falling in love with him.
“I once caught a bee with my bare hand.”
I spun on him, hands on my hips. “Now why would you do a fool thing like that?”
The wicked smirk danced on his lips, heating my core though he had yet to put his hands on me. The effect Alisdair had on me—had always had on me—neared forbidden. “To impress a girl, of course.”
“It didn’t sting you?”
“It not only stung me. It made my face swell to grotesque proportions. Said girl ran away screaming.”
I snorted obscenely, shaming my etiquette instructor. I couldn’t help it. Alisdair Shadowsoul was funny. Of all things, I never expected him to be funny.
He heaved a sigh. “You think my face grotesque too.”
“I do not,” I cried, and blushed doing so.
“You do”—he spun me squealing off my feet—“that’s why you’re going to sit on it.”
Alisdair dropped us both down on an armchair, him draping my legs over the arms and disappearing under my voluminous skirts. I’d have switched to breeches long ago, but all the layers did the best job of keeping me warm. That is, of course, when Alisdair wasn’t undressing me.
His claws neatly shredded everything in his way. It was a good thing this cold, filthy place was wealthier than anyone knew or believed. I was spending a fortune from our coffers getting new clothes made.
“Cover every part of me that displeases you,” he said, ridding me of my undergarments. A swift swat on the backside made me yelp and swat him back—laughing. “I deserve no less.”
“Hmm.” I dipped low, then drew back up, dangling his prize out of reach. “You do have rather a filthy mouth. Should I smother it into obedience?”
“How else will it learn?”
I dropped down—keeping to my word and smothering those lips with my own. I was too eager for him to delay with flirting.
I rocked my wet, hungry pussy on his tongue—moans peeling from my lips. I laced our fingers together, making him the firm, steady anchor as I bounced on his face, impaling myself on that impossibly long, thick tongue.
“Agh, Alisdair,” I breathed, throwing my head back. “I take it back. I love your filthy mouth.”
Alisdair caught hold of my thighs, latched on to that small, sensitive nub, andsuuuucccked harrddd.My cries bounced up the stacks and danced among the rafters. Alisdair may have given in to the fun of letting me be on top, but I had no illusions. Alisdair dominated me mind, body, and soul. My pleasure was always his to tempt, twist, and tease. Riding him was like being thrown about on a bucking bronco. Yes, I was on top. Yes, I was holding on. But to think that meant I had control over the raging, deadly beast was a fool’s dream.
Alisdair was handsome, smart, fierce, strong, and deadly. Since the day I met him, he kept me under a spell of pretty words, praise, and cold indifference—addicting me to him. Making me crave the barest drop of kindness or attention, just for how rare it was.
It was a game of seduction that had no doubt crushed many a heart beneath his boot. A game he surely believed I’d fail too, but they didn’t call me Volka for nothing. I would addict him to me. I’d make him fall in love with the girl who loved to read, learn, sing, and get grubby on my hands and knees—growing precious gifts from the earth.
I’d make him toss and turn every night from the dreams of our passionate tumblings. I’d have him begging and trading every secret in the darkest corner of his mind, all for my lips around his cock, and my body within his arms.
I’d have him level every enemy in my path, and delight in finally finding someone as wickedly harsh as him—doling out death to everyone who made this world dangerous and unbearable for me, my mother, and my sisters. Like I once did to Kirwan. I’d make Alisdair Lumenfell fall in love with me—
—and then I’d leave him and never look back.
“Ah, yes!” I bounced on his face, out of control. My lower belly was so tight it bent me in half, and still I rocked faster—fucking the shit out of myself on his tongue.
Alisdair grabbed my collar and tore my front clean off, freeing my breasts from their cage. He kneaded it under his strong, calloused hands—tugging roughly on my sensitive nipple. My eyes rolled up in my head—pleasure flooding every nerve ending and drowning them.
“Yes, right there, right there, right—”
