Reapers are the hands of Death. Death might be the judge, but the Reapers are the executioners. They police all Fae." "So kill the bastards." Taraeth glanced at his glass. "MNo one knows who the Reapers are. No one as even seen Death. We can't fight what we don't see or know." "So... you're afraid of some whispers?" "What do you think has been hunting the Fae besides the Kings? The Reapers." Mikkel made a sound at the back of his throat. "Has anyone ever seen one of these Reapers?" "You see one, you die." "Of course you do," Mikkel scoffed.

I’m a planner. I like to know what’s coming, that way I can figure out a way to deal with it.” He shot her a wink. “I wasna planned, and you handled that situation well.” It was a fact, but then again, who could ever prepare for a man like Dmitri?

Science is just as important as magic.

Dreagan is Scotland," Asher said. "The land draws you in a way you can no' begin to understand. You feel the majesty and magic of the ancient land. From the tallest mountain to the lowest valley, in the leaves of the trees and in the currents of the streams, you feel an overwhelming and unshakable need to want to be a part of such a place. To want to belong.It doesn't confine you. Instead, it cradles you, offering its beauty and solitude for those who answer its call. It's wild and free. It's fierce and unbreakable. It's home.

He set his whisky tumbler on the table, but kept his fingers around it. "What do you see in my eyes?"..."Tell me, lass," he urged softly.She suddenly understood the term 'old soul,' because one sat before her now. And, as if opening a book, she caught a glimpse of Asher. The words then tumbled out of her mouth. "Endlessness. Sorrow. Agony. Distress. Rage.

Asher," she begged.His lips brushed her ear before he nipped the lobe. "I have a fever. It's for you, a ghràidh.""You make me burn.""Then we'll burn together.

i'm going to brand myself on you so that whenever you dress, wash, or even think of being with someone else, all you'll feel, see and want is me.

Hello, lover,” whispered a sexy feminine voice in his ear as hands wound around him from behind.Talin smiled, unable to help himself. He looked over his shoulder at Neve. She raised a black brow, her silver eyes searching his.Desire struck him quickly, making him instantly hard. Neve managed to bring such a reaction from him every time he heard her voice, felt her touch, or looked at her.

He leaned up and nipped at her shoulder before reaching around to tease her nipples. "Talin." "Aye, love?" "I need you." He didn't have to be told twice.

The seven there are, warriors all. Do not do wrong or their blade will fall, Their appearances shrouded, Their approach, clouded. Against evil they fight. Power and magic are their might. They serve only one. If you expose their identity - run. Secrecy is their defense. If the truth escapes, Death will commence.

I'm Kyran. I'm usually the one who keeps him in line," he said as he motioned to Talin. That made Neve's smile widen. "You need to keep a better eye on him." "I know," Kyran replied wryly.

Where she ended, he began.

The carnal way their bodies slid against each other, the decadence of how he felt moving inside her made her blood race and her heart swell with love. Because he was hers. And she was his.

For Death's life to be extinguished... now that was something to truly dread.

The Light Fae. As a race, they were supposed to be all about good and decency, but there wasn’t a shred of either emotion within the walls of Usaeil’s castle.Neve observed Talin examining everything around him – from the castle, the Fae walking outside, the trees, and even the sky. His pale silver eyes missed nothing. She wondered what he saw, and how he catalogued things.His long, black hair had the barest hint of a wave to it as it hung to the shoulders of his pale blue shirt. He shoved one side behind an ear and tilted his head as if listening.She didn’t think he realized she was still beside him, not that she minded. It gave her a chance to fill her gaze with his sharply chiseled features.The hard planes of his jaw and chin were in direct contrast to his wide lips and thick eyelashes. It was difficult to look at Talin and notice anything but those beautiful eyes.Except when she did look down, she saw a body that made her hands itch to touch him. His shirt barely contained wide shoulders that tapered to narrow hips where navy pants encased his legs. Every muscle was honed and defined.As eye-catching as Talin’s personal package was, it didn’t hold a candle to what drew her interest – his bearing. The way he stood, walked, talked.In a castle full of Light who believed themselves above others, the only one who had the attitude and demeanor to carry it off was Talin.

It was a kiss meant to set her ablaze. And as always, it worked.

Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you." Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder.

Only light comes out of darkness," she whispered.

Dark Fae are evil. They do evil things to each other, but there is an unspoken rule that you never harm family." She held him tighter, wishing she could take away his pain with a hug. "Families hurt each other all the time.

Kyran stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles. “You’re needed, River. It’s not by accident that you know what you do about the Fae and were put in our path. You’re destined to aid us in this.”When she didn’t respond, he tried again. “Think of all the innocents, like your family and Jordyn’s, who were killed. You have a chance to help us put an end to such things for everyone. The half-Fae will no longer need to fear for their lives. And I promise you I’ll figure out who has hunted your family and end it.”Her resigned look cut through him. “You can’t do that. You work for Death. I doubt you’ll be given leave to help me.”“Let me deal with that. Whether you help me or not, I’m going to find out why the Dark are hunting your family. And then I’m going to make sure it never happens again.”River swung her gaze to him. She tucked a long length of hair behind her ear. “Do I have your word you’ll stop whoever is after me?”“Aye.” Kyran held out his hand.River stared at it a moment before she leaned up and took it. They shook, her small hand in his. “Then I’ll help you.

Death's head cocked to the side. "I can be very ... persuasive ... when needed.

Her eyes opened and clashed with his. Kyran had the insane urge to lean down and kiss her. Twice in a matter of hours. If he were smart, he'd put some distance between them. Then again, only a fool would walk away from someone like her. And Kyran wasn't a fool.

If you want me, take me," she dared him.

Kyran was a Dark Fae, but that's not what she saw when she loo9ked at him. She saw a man who was devoted to his friends and his cause. She saw a man who was haunted by his past. She saw a man who made her think of the future.

The orgasm came upon her unexpectedly. It slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. Her breath locked in her lungs as the climax swept over her, lifting her up and carrying her to untold heights.

As he stared down at River's lips, swollen from his kisses, there was no question she would be his. The fire within her matched his.

At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table.

I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again." "All you have to do is touch me.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

If we continue, we die," Baylon said. Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago." Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response." "It's the truth.

No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.

Erith," he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.

She looked Con up and down. ... "I went to do your stupid ass a favor. Next time I'll decline." She started to turn away when his hand wrapped around her arm to hold her. Rhi looked down at his fingers, then at his face. "I doona trust you." "You never have," she responded coolly. "This is nothing new." He yanked her close so that their faces were inches apart. "If you betray us, there's nowhere you can hid where I won't find you. And kill you." She smiled, briefly debating putting her lips to his and seeing his reaction. Right before she teleported away, she said, "Kiss my grits.

Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius. But she wanted him. That made all the difference in the end.

I'm not one to let such a striking man pass without looking my fill.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what?" There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.

Wake up, sleeping beauty," he whispered in her ear. "The sun is just about to crest the mountains.""Tell it to wait," she mumbled.

Aye, I loved you. I love you still. I'll always love you.

Banan gave her an appreciative once-over before he leaned close and whispered, "Lovely gown. It'll look even better puddled next to the bed.

You want to give the biggest klutz who ever walked the earth a sailboat? I might run over someone.""Just make sure they deserve it," he answered without missing a beat.

What would you say, Jane, if I told you the Dragon Kings had the ability to rule the world?""I don't know.""What if I told you they once ruled the world? What would you say then?"She shrugged... "I'd say you're a half bubble off plumb.

By all that was holy, he wanted to kiss every inch of her at least a thousand times.

With a grin like Banan's directed at her, for the first time in her life she didn't feel like a Plain Jane.And she had managed to walk to the car and get in it without incident. Maybe the day was looking up.

He's British," she replied in a whisper. "He thinks he's perfect.

Who are you?" she asked."A man who will do anything for another kiss.""Just a kiss?""Nay. I want it all, but I'll take whatever you give me."The world faded away as his head bent to her. A dark lock of hair fell forward and tickled her cheek. Hal's pale blue eyes ensnared her, trapped her. Captured her.And then his lips were on hers.

Suddenly Hal burst through the nearby trees and came to an abrupt halt when he saw her. "Cassie, are you hurt?"He asked it so casually, as if he came upon women being held at sword point by nude men all the time.

He held the sword as if he's used one before," Rhys said.The stranger snorted. "Of course I've used a sword. What kind of Highlander can no' wield a blade?

There are things about me I can no' tell you, Cassie, no matter how much I want to. Can you accept that?""Are you married?"He shook his head."Are you some kind of criminal?"This time he gave a slight smile as he shook his head..."Then I can accept it," she whispered.

Guy's only thought was to help her. It wasn't until he'd shoved aside the curtain and held her very wet, very naked body against him that he realized what he'd done.Her sage green eyes were wide as she stared at him. For long moments, they simply looked at each other."I heard you cry out.""My... my ankle," she said after clearing her throat. "I put too much pressure on it.""A bath would have been better." He was valiantly trying to keep his gaze on her face, but it was difficult with her pert breasts against him and her bare ass beneath his hand as he held her up."Probably," she whispered.

Don't stop," she pleaded with swollen lips. "Please, Guy, don't stop."The same hunger that ran through him had taken her as well. What kind of man would he be to leave her with such need?

Elena rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Guy. Everything immortal has to be killed somehow. I mean, you can't survive if they cut off your head.""Want to give it try?

She was so wound up that she reacted before she thought twice about it and stabbed him. "Damnit" he said between clenched teeth. His fingers tightened around her wrist. "Stop doing that.

The Light Fae had sacrificed so much for the Kings. She had been a true friend and ally to them in the past, but she was changing rapidly. Balladyn was chasing her, and it now appeared that Ulrik was as well. If her King didn't step up and set things right, Rhi would be lost to them forever.

She was so wound up that she reacted before she thought twice about it and stabbed him. "Damnit" he said between clenched teeth. His fingers tightyened around her wrist. "Stop doing that.

I could forgive you anything but taking my memories. You stepped over the line.

They are like fucking roaches," Darius grumbled."The more you kill,the more you find.

You should've run faster, Lexi. You should've stayed far away from the Dark. But most of all, you should never have fallen for your Dragon King. It'll only bring you misery and death. Humans and Kings were never meant to mix.

His head lowered as he brushed his nose against hers. "Tell me to stop. Please, Lexi, because I can no' do it on my own." She put her hands on each side of his face. "Don't ever stop." He issued a groan before he took her mouth again.

In all my years, there was only one time I felt fear. That's when I had to send my Clarets away. I never experienced it again. Until you.

The humans had killed a dragon here or there for food. Just as a dragon had killed a human here and there for food. The dragons had never been told there was a being on this realm that wasna to be eaten." Lexi twisted her lips in revulsion. "You eat nearly every animal on this planet, do you no'?" "That's different." "Hardly," he stated.

I'll help you, Ulrik, King of Silvers, if you'll help me," she purred and ran her hand up his chest. He grasped her wrist, halting her arm. Then he bent his head until their lips were nearly touching. "Shall we seal the deal with a kiss? "I thought you'd never ask," she said huskily right before she put her mouth to his.

Lexi glanced around the studio. She heard him in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, but she couldn't see him. "A pity," she whispered.

Lexi looked him up and down and laughed. "I'll fight every one of you. I'll make it my goal to slice off every Dark Fae dick. I'll make sure that you can't harm another human again

Look at me," she demanded. He whirled around and held out his arms. "What do you want me to say? Aye. I'm a dragon!

Grace was breathing heavily when she crested a hill that was a lot steeper than she had originally though. She stood looking over the land even as a cold breeze blew past her. She wrapped her arms around herself. Though she had traveled extensively all over Europe, she continued to set her stories in Scotland. Her father used to laugh about it, telling her that there must be something in Scotland drawing her to the land. She used to roll her eyes at his teasing. Now she wondered if he hadn't been right.

Grace flattened her palm on his chest. "I've not been writing it correctly." "Writing what, exactly?" "Passion. I forgot what it was," she whispered. "I went off what I saw in movies or read, but I haven't...experienced...it in many years." He didn't like thinking about other men being with her, but they were in the past. Where they would remain. "Were they no' good lovers?" "They were all right, but without passion, it all feels...empty." Arian tightened his arm around her before he rolled her onto her back so he could look into her face. "I'll be happy to show you several times a day.

All I know is that I like how I feel when I'm with you. I love how protective you are and that you aren't afraid to say you're sorry. I like how you touch me and kiss me. I like how you hold me, but more than anything, I like the possibilities that are before us.""We're in the middle of a war," he warned. She shrugged and ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to clasp around his neck. "Every couple has their own issues to get through.

Seeing that glorious body and to-die-for face only made her crave him more. Then he had kissed her. And what a kiss! It was a kiss like none other. There was fire and a hunger that was both savage as well as tender. At first. Then the fire had come. The kiss had charred her, searing her from the inside out. Each touch of his tongue, each time those lips of his moved over here, had been the most incredible feeling in the world.

Arian paced the cavern in his mountain in agitation and a wee bit of anxiety. He was shaking off the dragon sleep from the past six hundred years. Not only had it been six centuries since he had been in human form, but there was a war the Dragon Kings were involved in.Con and the others were waiting for him to join in the war. Every King had been woken to take part. After all the wars they had been involved in, Arian wasn’t happy to be woken to join another.Because of Ulrik. The banished and disgraced Dragon King hadn’t just made a nuisance of himself, but he somehow managed to get his magic returned.Which meant the Kings needed to put extra magic into keeping the four silver dragons sleeping undisturbed deep within the mountain. They were Ulrik’s dragons, and he would want to wake them soon.But it wasn’t just Ulrik that was causing mischief. The Dark Fae were as well. It infuriated Arian that they were once more fighting the Dark. Hadn’t the Fae Wars killed enough Fae and dragons?Then again, as a Dragon King as old as time itself, they were targets for others who wanted to defeat them.For Ulrik, he just wanted revenge. Arian hated him for it, but he could understand. Mostly because Arian had briefly joined Ulrik in his quest to rid the realm of humans.Thoughts of Ulrik were pushed aside as Arian found himself thinking about why he had taken to his mountain. When he came here six hundred years earlier, it was to remain there for many thousands of years.The Dragon Kings sought their mountains for many reasons. Some were just tired of dealing with mortals, but others had something they wished to forget for a while. Arian was one of the latter.There were many things he did in his past when the King of Kings, Constantine, asked. Not all of them Arian was proud of. The one that sent him to his mountain still preyed upon him.He didn’t remember her name, but he remembered her tears. Because of the spell to prevent any of the Dragon Kings from falling in love with mortals, Arian had easily walked away from the female.Six centuries later, he could still hear her begging him to stay with her, still see the tears coursing down her face. Though he hadn’t felt anything, it bothered him that he had so easily walked away. Because Con had demanded it.Loyalty—above all else.The Dragon Kings were his family, and Dreagan his home. There was never any question if he were needed that Arian would do whatever it took to help his brethren in any capacity asked of him.

She loosened her grip on his hair and lightly scraped her fingernails over his cheek to his incredible lips."I could kiss you all day."Laith's gaze intensified."All right.

Desire blazed, passion raged.

He opened his mouth and let it loose, the blast of cold air freezing the Dark Ones instantaneously. Kiril saw himself in the mirror and the curls of cold air seeping from the corners of his mouth through his parted lips.Damn, but is was good to be a Dragon King.

Doubt undermines the truth your heart senses."..."Search your heart," she whispered. "The answers are there, waiting. You have to be brave enough to see them.

Love can heal. And forgive.

He rose up over her, intending to enter he when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him.In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.

Are you going to take me for a ride or kiss me?"He was going to do both, but the ride wasn't going to be in his car. Kiril released her. "Get in.

He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him.In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.” ― Donna Grant, Burning Desire

Kiril sat up and raked a hand through his hair. In the light of dawn, Shara was still on his mind. She was a Dark, a spy sent to monitor a spy.

And I guess I'm the assignment that will put you right with your family?""Yes.""It's no' going to happen, lass."She turned her head to him. "Then why did you bring me with you tonight?""Something I've been asking myself.

He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him.In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.

Kiril." His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her -- or himself -- the pleasure that awaited.

After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again."A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast.""I'm quite a man.

She leaned a shoulder against the tunnel wall and thought of Kellan. A Dragon King. A dragon and a King.A gorgeous man who kissed as if there were no tomorrow and made love skillfully, adeptly. He could have let her die. Instead, he took her on a journey that opened her eyes to an entirely new world both beautiful and frightening.

You aren't meant to be a prisoner. You're powerful and incredible." "You've no' seen me in dragon form.""I don't have to. I see the man before me now.

His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss.He seized, he captured.He dominated.And she loved every second of it.

I may like to be on my own, but I like being alive.

I want more than last night. I want you.

Nat,” he whispered and lowered his head. Her heart missed a beat as his soft mouth brushed against hers. Then his lips were atop hers, firmly, his tongue sliding against them.

Look at me, Nat. I won’t bite.” There was a long pause before he said, “Hard.

He leaned in close, his mouth near her ear. “Dance with me.

You can’t change the past. It’s already done. Looking back only keeps you there.

How different her life would be if Orrin hadn’t contacted her in July. She wouldn’t be embroiled in kidnapping, espionage, and murder.

Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking desire.

You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting."And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.

What do you want?""You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.

She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body was.

He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do.""Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?""I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.

I never counted on you, lass. You are strong, honorable, clever, shrewd, beautiful, and resilient. You doona ever quit, and you doona ever give up. So why give up on me?

She lifted a shoulder casually and slowly blinked."Where do you want to be?""With you," he answered without hesitation.

I expected you to look... content, happy even, after your alone time with Sammi, not all mopey and depressed. You didn't screw up, did you? Don't all Kings make love perfectly?

She trusted him. Her heart knew him.And her body wanted him.

She slid her fingers into his thick hair and melted while he kissed her as if there were no tomorrow. He tempted, he seduced, he enticed.And she willingly followed.

Don't try to tell me it's because I'm scared, because the truth is the only time I'm not terrified is when I'm with you.

Sammi watched him walk toward her.He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality.He was, simply put, spectacular.

Love is rare, Rhys. You found it without even trying. I had that kind of love. It's a gift, a type of magic all its own.

While her high cheekbones and sensual mouth added to her beauty, it was her eyes that caught him. They looked at the world as if it were a large sandbox waiting to expose its treasures.

She hated that he was in the room with her, standing beside the bed.And she loved that he was there.

Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired." "Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt. "I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the arm. "Bob is Battery Operated Boyfriend, B.O.B.

I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past." "Because I doona smile?" Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. "It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored." "As is yours.

To have a man be able to touch her and bring her to the edge of release in a matter of seconds was a skill rarely found. "As rare as the Arc of the Covenant," Sophie mumbled to herself.

Grace was screwed. Royally screwed. As in, her career was over. Finished. Finite.She turned on the windshield wipers and slowed the car as she drove through the rain in the mountains. With a renewed grip on the steering wheel, she sent a quick prayer that the rain would stop.A little sprinkle she could handle. A storm...well, that was another matter entirely.She puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled. If only she was in Scotland for a holiday, but that wasn’t the case at all. In a last-ditch effort to give her muse a good swift kick in the pants, Grace decided to travel to Scotland.All her friends thought she had lost her mind. Her editor thought it was just one more excuse in a very long line of them as to why she hadn’t turned the book in.Grace wished she knew the reason the words just stopped coming. One day they were there, and the next...gone, vanished. Poof!Writing wasn’t just her career. It was her life. Because within the words and pages she was able to write about heroines who had relationships she would never have. It was the sad truth, but it was the truth.Grace accepted her lot...in a way. She might realize the string of miserable dates were complete misses and admit that. However, the stories running through her head allowed her to dream as far as she could, and encounter men and adventures sitting behind a computer never would.Not being able to find the words anymore was like having someone steal her soul.She breathed a sigh of relief when the rain stopped and she was able to turn off her windshield wipers. In the two hours since she checked into the B&B, it hadn’t stopped raining.Rain was a part of being in Scotland, and she was pushing herself with her fear of storms to be out in it as well. It proved how far she would go to find her soul again. She needed to write, to sink into another world where she could find happiness and a love that lasted forever.Now she was armed with her laptop and steely determination. She would find her muse again. Just as soon as she found the right place. The scenery along the highway was stunning, but the noise of the passing vehicles would be too much.Grace needed somewhere off the beaten path. Somewhere she could pretend she was the only person left in the world.

Her dark eyes slid to him. "I can't remember the last time I felt so good in clothes."And he wanted to get her out of them.

You've walked the woods today. Tell me there isna something about this land that doesna take hold of you and sink into your verra soul."Her smile slowly faded. "It did. How did you know?""You were born here, Iona.You were part of this land, just as it's a part of you. You've been gone a long time, but it still remembers you. You just needed to remember it.

An enemy is always an enemy, even when they're an ally." - Taraeth

A memory, long buried, sprang up of her father warning her never to cross the stream and go into the forest."The Dragonwood," she mumbled.How could she have forgotten the Dragonwood?Her father had explained that it wasn't their land, and that dangerous animals lurked in the shadows.

Lord, did he have the best smile. It was in turns sweet, seductive, and downright sexy. How could a man look so good without even seeming to try? Laith was charming, enticing, handsome, and fascinating.If she had to classify him, it would be sex-on-a-stick.

Laith took off his boots and set them next to a tree. "We've been here since the dawn of time. We're no' going anywhere, Rhys. We're supposed to be protecting the humans, remember?""The humans doona want our protection. We sent our dragons away for them, and for what purpose? To hide who we are, to forget the fierce magic that runs through our veins?

You keep doing that, and you'll find yourself mated quick enough.""It's no' for me. I'm perfectly content just as I am."Ryder made a face. "Are you insane? why say something like that and temp the cosmos?"Laith watch him walk away, wondering if he had just drawn the interest of fate.

She felt something missing in her soul. It wasn't until she landed in Edinburgh that she realized that missing piece was the wild, mystical land.

I doona understand them," Ryder said as he stopped beside Laith. "Doona get me wrong. I love the feel of a woman's thighs around me, but to be bound to a single woman for eternity?" Ryder shuddered. "It's no' for me. Human or Fae.

No longer could he deny what he wanted. Perhaps it was her confession. Maybe it was because he hadn't taken to the skies in weeks. Whatever it was, all he knew was that he had to have her or go up in flames. "Then seduce me." - Kiril

Kiril glanced around the darkened room. He walked to a leather chair and sat, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. “Did you know that during the Fae Wars the Dark took two Dragon Kings? At different times, of course.”“I suppose they escaped as well? Are you telling me we don’t know how to hold a Dragon King?”“The Dark did . . . things to my brethren. One completely lost his mind and attacked us, which is what the Dark wanted. He had to be killed. The other King knew what was happening to him, but he couldna stop it. He came to us and begged to be killed before he could harm one of us.”Shara sipped her whisky before she said, “You lost two Kings and I lost seven siblings.”“And the Light the Dark took?”“The Dark take the Light and the Light take the Dark.”Kiril let his gaze drift down her body. How he itched to have her long legs wrapped around him. Things would be so much easier if he didn’t desire her as he did, but there wasn’t a switch he could flip and turn off his body’s reaction. The more he tried to ignore the growing desire, the more it raged uncontrollably within him.He gave himself a mental shake and returned to their conversation. “What’s the plan, then? Will the Dark storm in here and try to capture me?”Shara walked around the room, her hand skimming along the backs of the chairs. “No.”“No?” Kiril set aside his glass on the table next to him and silently rose to his feet. He followed her as if a string tied them together. “What then?”“You don’t really want to know.”Kiril spun her around so hard that her glass flew from her hand and landed upon a rug, spilling the whisky but not breaking the crystal. “Tell me,” he demanded in a soft, deadly voice.“My job is to seduce you.” She held her stance for a heartbeat before she retreated, taking two steps back.He tracked her until she was once more in the entryway. The shadows darkened everything, and yet the smallest sliver of moonlight found her, illuminating her in a pale blue glow.No longer could he deny what he wanted. Perhaps it was her confession. Maybe it was because he hadn’t taken to the skies in weeks. Whatever it was, all he knew was that he had to have her or go up in flames.“Then seduce me.

I doona need my future read. I know it involves you, and that's enough for me.

I need you, lass," he whispered. Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?

Not once in her life had Darcy wanted to thumb her nose at danger and rip the clothes off a man, but she was contemplating that very thing.

Suddenly, Warrick lifted his head. Darcy struggled to open her eyes and think through the fog of desire. She gazed into his cobalt eyes, her stomach clenching at the longing she saw reflected there. "There's a Dark at the back," he whispered. Darcy was so frustrated that she wanted to scream. Why couldn't they have a few minutes of privacy? If it wasn't Rhi popping in, it was the Dark after her. "Tell him to go away. We're busy." A sexy grin pulled at Warrick's lips. "Gladly.

Suddenly, the man was thrown off her. Darcy looked around, but saw nothing. She rose up on her elbows to see the man climbing to his feet, shaking his head to clear it. His four comrades were looking up to the sky nervously.A huge, dark shape descended from the sky, vanishing quickly. Along with one of her attackers. Darcy was afraid to move and be taken as well. She remained still, her chest heaving.Another shape formed out of the dark sky. She could only stare openmouthed at the dragon coming right for her.Just before he touched down, the dragon shifted, taking the form of a man—a man that left her breathless and awestruck.There was no denying she was looking at a Dragon King.He stood naked, his hands at his sides while his gaze was riveted on the men who accosted her. The shadows kept much of him out of sight, but the streetlamps shed enough light of the hard sinew of his body that she wanted to see more.His lips peeled back in a snarl as he fought the four remaining men. He moved quickly, as if it were as effortless as breathing. The men began to throw huge bubbles of magic at the Dragon King. He dodged many of them. The few that hit him barely made an impact other than to infuriate him, if his bared teeth were any indication.The man—or whatever he was—who had stopped her in the pub was struck down with lethal force by the Dragon King. Darcy almost cheered, but it got lodged in her throat when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.Had she not turned right then, Darcy would never have seen the second dragon swoop from the sky and wrap its talons around another of the men before flying away, crushing him.That left just two of her attackers. They and the Dragon King circled each other on the street.“She’s ours,” one of the red-eyed men said.The Dragon King merely raised a brow. “Think again, Dark.”More globes of magic flew from the two Dark, but the Dragon King was too fast. He came up behind one of the Dark and ripped out his spinal column. The same instant the dragon grabbed the other. Both Dark fell lifeless to the ground a moment later.Darcy hadn’t moved a muscle in the few minutes that had passed. The need that had assaulted her earlier with the Dark was now gone. But she wasn’t alone.The Dragon King’s gaze turned to her. Darcy watched him standing in the glow of the streetlight, completely mesmerized by the dragon tat that ran from the King’s right shoulder, under his armpit, and down his side to the top of his right thigh.The dragon’s head was at the front of the man’s shoulder and had his mouth open as if on a roar. He was rearing with his wings up and out. It was his long tail that stopped at the King’s thigh.The King glistened with sweat that made his muscles gleam in the light. Darcy had the absurd notion to run her hands all over his body, learning the feel of his hard muscles and warm skin.Her gaze traveled down his wide chest to his washboard stomach and narrow waist. Then lower...

The Dragon King's gaze turned to her. Darcy watched him standing in the glow of the streetlight, completely mesmerized by the dragon tat that ran from the King's right shoulder, under his armpit, and down his side to the top of his right thigh. The dragon's head was at the front of the man's shoulder and had his mouth open as if on a roar. He was rearing with his wings up and out. It was his long tail that stopped at the King's thigh. The King glistened with sweat that made his muscles gleam in the light. Darcy had the absurd notion to run her hands all over his body, learning the feel of his hard muscles and warm skin.

Please come out so I can see your face," Darcy said. There was a smile in Thorn's voice when he said, "I gave my jeans to Warrick. I'm no' shy, lass, but I doona want to embarrass Warrick.

How long has it been since you and your King were together?" he asked. Rhi looked away, the tears returning again. "A very long time, but not so long that I don't remember the taste of his kiss or the way he would look at me and smile." "You'll never move on unless you let go. What you need is another lover." She cut him a look. "Are you applying for the position?" "Would you take me?

Darcy was floating, soaring. Warrick's kiss was sensual, carnal. It aroused her, inflamed her. His touch was just as wickedly delightful. His hands stroked her back, her butt, holding her tight, as if he couldn't fathom releasing her. She never wanted the kiss to end. It was too good, too ... perfect.

I'm bad at this," she said with a laugh as she glanced up at him. "But I do know that people normally like to talk about themselves."Laith was enamored. Totally, completely. Utterly. "What do you want to know?""Everything." Her gaze slowly lifted to meet his once again.