dripping with blood and a cold, shark-like killer look.
One should know beyond a shadow of a doubt when facing evil that one’s life—even a mighty Royal princess’s life—could end by that evil’s hand … or thought.
“You will want me in the end—need me, as I want and need you …” he whispered into her ear, his voice a gentle caress.
His aura had a very definite seductive and sensual quality that was unquestionably appealing. She looked up into those glittering black eyes and reminded herself just what he was, just what he had already done to so many humans and Fae alike. She had to get away from him, for suddenly she felt as though she were about to be ill with disgust at herself for almost doubting his wickedness. She bolstered herself with another plan.
It wouldn’t be easy to employ a tactic while still floating in a space of indefinable mist and fog. But she had to. He was absolutely beautiful, and his smile enveloped her as he held her in his arms and whispered words of devotion. He sounded so sincere that she had give herself a shake and remind herself just who she was dealing with.
She put a hand to his chest and asked, “Where are we now, Prince? How—no, why are we … er … floating about instead of standing on solid ground?”
When he answered by kissing her neck, she struggled to pull away. He laughed and said, “You flirt, but you don’t follow through.”
“And how could I want to? You take me by surprise and hold me in this … just what is this … and …”
“And I mean to make you mine, if not now— soon ,” he said simply.
“Could we stand on solid ground while you make the attempt?” She pulled a face at him, and he laughed out loud.
“Oh, but you amuse me as well as work my lust,” he said on a low note.
She eyed him and mentally slapped herself. This seducer was handsome and sounded so gentle, but she knew different. She knew what he was, she reminded herself, and yet … she felt a moment’s empathy for him. After all, he laughed, he teased, he … and here was the crux of it, her mind cogitated worriedly; her compassion and willingness to always see the good in someone, anyone could get her into deep shit.
“Well … ? Will you set me down?” she urged.
“I cannot. We are in a dimension I call the ‘in-between, where time stands still.”
“How … ?” she started to ask, shocked to her core. Time travel was something only the queen could accomplish, and even the queen had been unable to accomplish it in recent years.
“Ah, I may be Unseelie, but I was created by the Seelie Dark King. My powers are quite unlimited when combined with the Dark Magic I have perfected over the centuries.” He stroked her face. “One day I will rule the earth with my Queen Morrigu and my brothers. You will sit beside me, as I have chosen you, but for now, I need a place from which to work my … plans, and this simple but perfect dimension suits me.”
“But—”
“Be quiet, Seelie Princess,” he admonished and clucked his tongue. “You must know that I don’t wish to wage a bloody war on humans. I will enslave them, yes, but with mental persuasion. They will be easily controlled when the time comes. It is the Seelie Fae that must be conquered—and I shall start with you.” Suddenly his tone, which had become grim and displayed some of his ruthlessness, softened once more. “Indeed, beautiful Princess … I shall start with you … ”
She struggled as he bent once more and left a blazing trail of kisses across her neck, to her ear, and back to the hollow of her neck. Then he startled her further by pulling at her tank top.
She pushed at him. “Hold it, Pestale—or do you mean to take me against my will?” They were her words, but she acknowledged to herself that his kisses, his touch, and his aura had an effect on her. Curiosity flooded her veins, he damn well knew it, and she was shocked by it—by her reaction to him.
He chuckled and
One should know beyond a shadow of a doubt when facing evil that one’s life—even a mighty Royal princess’s life—could end by that evil’s hand … or thought.
“You will want me in the end—need me, as I want and need you …” he whispered into her ear, his voice a gentle caress.
His aura had a very definite seductive and sensual quality that was unquestionably appealing. She looked up into those glittering black eyes and reminded herself just what he was, just what he had already done to so many humans and Fae alike. She had to get away from him, for suddenly she felt as though she were about to be ill with disgust at herself for almost doubting his wickedness. She bolstered herself with another plan.
It wouldn’t be easy to employ a tactic while still floating in a space of indefinable mist and fog. But she had to. He was absolutely beautiful, and his smile enveloped her as he held her in his arms and whispered words of devotion. He sounded so sincere that she had give herself a shake and remind herself just who she was dealing with.
She put a hand to his chest and asked, “Where are we now, Prince? How—no, why are we … er … floating about instead of standing on solid ground?”
When he answered by kissing her neck, she struggled to pull away. He laughed and said, “You flirt, but you don’t follow through.”
“And how could I want to? You take me by surprise and hold me in this … just what is this … and …”
“And I mean to make you mine, if not now— soon ,” he said simply.
“Could we stand on solid ground while you make the attempt?” She pulled a face at him, and he laughed out loud.
“Oh, but you amuse me as well as work my lust,” he said on a low note.
She eyed him and mentally slapped herself. This seducer was handsome and sounded so gentle, but she knew different. She knew what he was, she reminded herself, and yet … she felt a moment’s empathy for him. After all, he laughed, he teased, he … and here was the crux of it, her mind cogitated worriedly; her compassion and willingness to always see the good in someone, anyone could get her into deep shit.
“Well … ? Will you set me down?” she urged.
“I cannot. We are in a dimension I call the ‘in-between, where time stands still.”
“How … ?” she started to ask, shocked to her core. Time travel was something only the queen could accomplish, and even the queen had been unable to accomplish it in recent years.
“Ah, I may be Unseelie, but I was created by the Seelie Dark King. My powers are quite unlimited when combined with the Dark Magic I have perfected over the centuries.” He stroked her face. “One day I will rule the earth with my Queen Morrigu and my brothers. You will sit beside me, as I have chosen you, but for now, I need a place from which to work my … plans, and this simple but perfect dimension suits me.”
“But—”
“Be quiet, Seelie Princess,” he admonished and clucked his tongue. “You must know that I don’t wish to wage a bloody war on humans. I will enslave them, yes, but with mental persuasion. They will be easily controlled when the time comes. It is the Seelie Fae that must be conquered—and I shall start with you.” Suddenly his tone, which had become grim and displayed some of his ruthlessness, softened once more. “Indeed, beautiful Princess … I shall start with you … ”
She struggled as he bent once more and left a blazing trail of kisses across her neck, to her ear, and back to the hollow of her neck. Then he startled her further by pulling at her tank top.
She pushed at him. “Hold it, Pestale—or do you mean to take me against my will?” They were her words, but she acknowledged to herself that his kisses, his touch, and his aura had an effect on her. Curiosity flooded her veins, he damn well knew it, and she was shocked by it—by her reaction to him.
He chuckled and
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