I snuck into Nicolette’s and my tent early the next morning while she still slept. She looked so lovely and serene draped across her bedroll with her thick, dark braid curled around her neck like a scarf and a bare knee and calf peeking out from the confines of her skirts.My body reacted instantly. I swear, I’d been in a perpetual state of arousal since plucking her from Donnelly. And it didn’t help that she made it so damn obvious that she was more than willing to lie with me.I could wake her right now, ruck up her skirts, and the woman would be wet and moaning by the time I pushed inside her. A groan vibrated through my throat as I fisted my hands down at my sides.I was weak when it came to her, but sex would be the one place I refused to give in. I would not tup her, not until she learned everything about me and my situation and was still willing to have me afterward.Which she wouldn’t be.Swallowing down my regret over what would never happen, I tore my gaze from her and s
Farrow had grown silent and he’d drawn tightly within himself. Over an hour had passed since we’d left the mage’s camp, and the pleasantly loopy man he’d been when I’d shoved him onto his horse was no more.Now, he had his hands buried in Mint’s mane, and his fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.He gave me a sharp “no” every time I questioned him, asking if he was in pain, but how could I believe he wasn’t? Sweat coursed down his face and bare chest in rivulets, and he panted as if he couldn’t catch any air. His skin was flushed and eyes dazed as he glanced around himself with a drugged kind of agony.The man was most certainly tormented.I don’t know why he was being so stubborn and denying it.My first instinct was to just kiss him and end his ailments, but since Mydera knew he was my true love, I had a bad feeling she’d instilled some kind of counteractive magic to prevent me from healing whatever this was.What if kissing him made things worse? I didn’t
My arms and legs quivered with exhaustion, and my body felt completely boneless. The tremors wracked me harder. I couldn’t seem to stop them.I’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, but I wasn’t so sure that had anything to do with this. This felt like an unexplainable nervous habit that had just up and seized me.I squeezed my eyes closed tighter than they already were and buried my face in silken hair that smelled heavily of honey and flowers. Warm feminine arms eased around me, comforting me.Yes. I needed that. I needed—“Farrow?”That voice. Whoever had blessed the Outer Realms with bringing that voice into existence deserved an award. It was by far the best sound to ever caress my ears.“Darling, are you okay?”Yes, so musical and soothing. I nodded, calmed by the voice, only to shake even more because I instinctively knew something else was still terribly wrong.“Farrow?”I frowned, confused. “I—I don’t know what’s wrong—” I started to confess until I r
I woke the next morning to the sound of a campfire snapping and the scent of meat cooking on a spit. My stomach clenched, desiring food.Feeling deliciously rested and worked over nicely, I smiled and stretched before sitting up and shoving my hair out of my face, scanning the camp for Farrow. He stood at the horses, fully dressed for a day of riding and tied the last of our saddle bags into place.As if sensing my gaze, he glanced over.Remorse flashed in his eyes.Dropping his hands from his task, he turned to me, his expression smoothing out flat and blank. “We need to get back on the road. We’ve lost a full day of travel.”Disappointment echoed through me.“Okay.” Nodding, I pushed to my feet and padded toward him. “But the aphrodisiac?” I asked, even though I already knew.“Gone,” he said, his eyes darkening.“So, now you finally regret it?” I guessed dully, stopping in front of him. Now that he was back in his own frame of mind, of course he regretted tupping me. “You reg
“Nicolette!” I screamed in horror as she landed in the Cull on her back and sank into the dark, flowing waters.Her eyes were open wide, full of terror and pain, blood gushing from her throat.“NOO! Stop the ferry,” I ordered, already searching the deck around me for rope or anything to toss out to her. “Stop! She’s gone overboard.”Oh, Jesus. I’d never seen a fish do that before.And I’d been the idiot who’d told her to keep her damned jewelry on.“Stop the fucking ferry!” I roared, just as the two guards who were supposed to have accompanied me on my kidnapping skidded up next to me and gaped out at the princess, who was washing downstream in the water alongside us.“You killed her!” one blurted in surprise, just as the ferry master yelled, “The ferry stops for no one.”“Goddammit,” I roared, pointing at him. “She’s going to die. You stop this ferry right NOW!”He shook his head, eyes filling with sympathy. “Even if I wanted to, mate, the current’s too strong. There’s no stop
I continued to hold Farrow long after he fell asleep, running my fingers through his hair and pressing my lips to his temple. Occasionally, his arms would tighten around my waist and he’d draw me closer to him.He shuddered once, and I murmured, “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.”Almost immediately, he settled.I tipped my face against his and released a breath, wondering what he was dreaming about. Something today had really spooked him. I didn’t want to be vain and assume that almost losing me had made him realize how important I was becoming to him, but I kind of think that’s exactly what had happened.“It’s okay,” I repeated softly. “You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.”He relaxed even more. Closing my eyes, I did too, and I murmured, “I love you,” to his sleeping form.He sighed in peace.With a smile touching my lips, I let sleep claim me as well. Farrow had been right. No matter how much today had set us back, we were still alive and going forward. We were still together.At th
My balls itched.I couldn’t handle the nagging sensation that irritated the skin just under my scrotum. So I reached down to give them a good scratch, still half-awake but stirring more with the mounting need to relieve the prickling flesh.Except I never reached the damn spot.My hand only made it halfway there before cold, metal fingers clamped around my wrist, yanking me up short.My brow furrowed. “What the…?”Eyes bursting open, I flew forward, only to get snagged by more chains, these surrounding my waist. They jerked me back against a tree, where I’d been bound.Blinking down at myself, I discovered that not only were my wrists and waist chained but my ankles were as well, securing me quite successfully to a large, unmovable elm.“Oh God,” I gasped, fear leaping into my gut. “Nicolette!”If the two guards from the ferry had found us and taken off with her, leaving me chained here, I’d kill them. Both of them.The campfire had died down and my pack of possessions remaine
I had no idea how to get home. I just knew which direction Farrow and I had been going, so I went the exact opposite way.He had re-applied his skin concealer to my tattoo the night before, and as long as I didn’t fall into another river, I thought it should stay in place for a day or two longer before beginning to rub off. After that, I’d have to hope keeping my cape up over my head would hide it enough, because it’d take three or four more days to reach the Far Shore border. At least.Glancing back, I almost expected to see Farrow charging after me. But I was alone in the trees.Trying not to think about him, I turned forward again and kept walking. I wasn’t going to worry about leaving him there, chained to a tree. He’d find the key and be free soon enough.Except worst-case scenarios kept plaguing me. What if ruffians—like the archers—showed up before he found the key, and they robbed or killed him or both? What if wild animals scented him and attacked? What if—Argh!“He’ll