Shadowfever
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I shivered.
Where the fuckve you been? Its been over a month. Pull a stunt like that again without telling me what youre doing first, and Im chaining you to my bed when you get back.
Was that supposed to be a deterrent or an incentive? I pictured myself sprawled on my back, his dark head moving between my legs. I imagined Mac 1.0, knowing what I knew now: that in a few months Barrons would be doing everything a man could do to a woman in bed. Would she have run screaming or torn off her clothes right then and there?
As he stepped around the high-back chesterfield, he spotted the slight woman in my arms, her silvery hair trailing the floor. He looked incredulous, which, for Jericho, meant his head took on a slight cant and his eyes narrowed. Where the hell did you find her?
I shoved the fragile body into his arms. Id touched her all I ever wanted to. My feelings were too complex to sort out. In the Unseelie prison. In a tomb of ice.
Vlane, that fuckI knew he was a traitor!
I sighed. That meant Jericho thought she was the queen, too. And he should know. Hed spent time at her court. But I knew she was the concubine. So, who had actually died in the Unseelie Kings boudoir eons ago? Had anyone? The concubine hadnt killed herself. How had she gotten from the Silvers into Faery and ended up one day becoming the current queen? Had Vlane lied to me? Or had they all drunk from the cauldron so many times that the Fae didnt have one bit of their own history right? Maybe someone had sabotaged their written records.
How did you get her out of there? The Silver should have killed her.
Apparently the queen has the same kind of immunity to the Silver that she has to the Sinsar Dubh. I was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly I lied. Barrons has a sharp nose for deceit. She can touch both. It looks like the king and queen cant cast spells that the other cant break. The best lies are solidly cemented in known exceptions to the rule, and by her very nature as matriarch and ruler of both courts, the queen was the universal exception to every rule that bound the lessers of the Fae court. I wasnt above exploiting it to secure my cover until I knew beyond all shadow of a doubt what to make of myself. In his dark gaze, I saw the moment he accepted the logic of my lie.
How could I be the Unseelie King? I didnt feel like the king. I felt like Mac, with a bunch of memories I couldnt explain. Well, that wasnt the entire truth. There was also that place in my head where I had nifty little things like parasitic runes of ancient origin andI terminated that line of thought. I didnt feel like taking a tally of all the things I couldnt explain about myself. The list was miserably long.
He took her to the sofa, tucked blankets around her, and shoved the sofa closer to the fire and turned it on. Shes freezing. Ive half a mind to take her back and letthe place finish her off, he said darkly.
We need her.
Maybe. He sounded unconvinced. Fucking fairies.
I blinked and he was no longer by the couchhe was nose-to-nose with me. My breathing quickened. It was the first time hed ever put his preternatural speed to full use in front of me.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, trailed his fingers down my cheek. He traced the shape of my lips, then let his hand fall away.
I wet my lips and looked up at him. The lust I felt when standing so close to him was almost unbearable. I wanted to lean into him. I wanted to pull his head down and kiss him. I wanted to strip, and shove him back, and be his reverse cowgirl, ride him hard until he made raw, sexy, rough sounds as he came.
How long have you known you were the Unseelie Kings concubine? Though his voice was soft, his words were too precise. Tension shaped his mouth. I knew every nuance of that mouth. Fury was gnawing at him and needed an outlet. You shoved through that Silver with no doubt youd make it through.
My laughter held a note of hysteria. Oh, if only that was the extent of my problems!
Was I a woman, obsessed with the woman on the couch?
Or was I the male king of the Fae, obsessed with Jericho?
I consider myself open-minded about gender preferencelove is love, and whos to say how the body follows the heart?but both of those scenarios were hard for me to accept for myself. Neither fit me like a glove, and sexuality should. When its right, it feels good on you, like your own skin, and the only thing that felt like skin to me was woman to man. Then there was the whole Oh, gee, Im the screwup responsible for this whole mess. No more blaming the Unseelie King for making so many bad decisions and messing up my world. Was I the one whod messed up theirs? If so, I bore an unbearable amount of guilt.
I raked my hair back from my face with both hands. If I kept thinking about it, I was going to lose it.
Im not the concubine, Jericho. Im afraid I must be some part of the Unseelie King in human form. Not very long, I lied. I recognized things in the White Mansion, and I kept having dreams that made sense only if I was her. I knew there was a way to test it.
You bloody fool, if youd been wrong it would have killed you!
But I wasnt wrong.
Obtuse and illogical!
I shrugged. Apparently Id been a lot worse than that.
You will never do such an idiotic thing again, he said, muscles bunching in his jaw.
Given my track record, I was pretty sure I would. I mean, really, if I was the Unseelie Kingthe most powerful Fae everId somehow ended up human and clueless. That meant I was not only evil, obsessed, and destructive, I was inexcusably stupid.
Where the fuckve you been? Its been over a month. Pull a stunt like that again without telling me what youre doing first, and Im chaining you to my bed when you get back.
Was that supposed to be a deterrent or an incentive? I pictured myself sprawled on my back, his dark head moving between my legs. I imagined Mac 1.0, knowing what I knew now: that in a few months Barrons would be doing everything a man could do to a woman in bed. Would she have run screaming or torn off her clothes right then and there?
As he stepped around the high-back chesterfield, he spotted the slight woman in my arms, her silvery hair trailing the floor. He looked incredulous, which, for Jericho, meant his head took on a slight cant and his eyes narrowed. Where the hell did you find her?
I shoved the fragile body into his arms. Id touched her all I ever wanted to. My feelings were too complex to sort out. In the Unseelie prison. In a tomb of ice.
Vlane, that fuckI knew he was a traitor!
I sighed. That meant Jericho thought she was the queen, too. And he should know. Hed spent time at her court. But I knew she was the concubine. So, who had actually died in the Unseelie Kings boudoir eons ago? Had anyone? The concubine hadnt killed herself. How had she gotten from the Silvers into Faery and ended up one day becoming the current queen? Had Vlane lied to me? Or had they all drunk from the cauldron so many times that the Fae didnt have one bit of their own history right? Maybe someone had sabotaged their written records.
How did you get her out of there? The Silver should have killed her.
Apparently the queen has the same kind of immunity to the Silver that she has to the Sinsar Dubh. I was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly I lied. Barrons has a sharp nose for deceit. She can touch both. It looks like the king and queen cant cast spells that the other cant break. The best lies are solidly cemented in known exceptions to the rule, and by her very nature as matriarch and ruler of both courts, the queen was the universal exception to every rule that bound the lessers of the Fae court. I wasnt above exploiting it to secure my cover until I knew beyond all shadow of a doubt what to make of myself. In his dark gaze, I saw the moment he accepted the logic of my lie.
How could I be the Unseelie King? I didnt feel like the king. I felt like Mac, with a bunch of memories I couldnt explain. Well, that wasnt the entire truth. There was also that place in my head where I had nifty little things like parasitic runes of ancient origin andI terminated that line of thought. I didnt feel like taking a tally of all the things I couldnt explain about myself. The list was miserably long.
He took her to the sofa, tucked blankets around her, and shoved the sofa closer to the fire and turned it on. Shes freezing. Ive half a mind to take her back and letthe place finish her off, he said darkly.
We need her.
Maybe. He sounded unconvinced. Fucking fairies.
I blinked and he was no longer by the couchhe was nose-to-nose with me. My breathing quickened. It was the first time hed ever put his preternatural speed to full use in front of me.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, trailed his fingers down my cheek. He traced the shape of my lips, then let his hand fall away.
I wet my lips and looked up at him. The lust I felt when standing so close to him was almost unbearable. I wanted to lean into him. I wanted to pull his head down and kiss him. I wanted to strip, and shove him back, and be his reverse cowgirl, ride him hard until he made raw, sexy, rough sounds as he came.
How long have you known you were the Unseelie Kings concubine? Though his voice was soft, his words were too precise. Tension shaped his mouth. I knew every nuance of that mouth. Fury was gnawing at him and needed an outlet. You shoved through that Silver with no doubt youd make it through.
My laughter held a note of hysteria. Oh, if only that was the extent of my problems!
Was I a woman, obsessed with the woman on the couch?
Or was I the male king of the Fae, obsessed with Jericho?
I consider myself open-minded about gender preferencelove is love, and whos to say how the body follows the heart?but both of those scenarios were hard for me to accept for myself. Neither fit me like a glove, and sexuality should. When its right, it feels good on you, like your own skin, and the only thing that felt like skin to me was woman to man. Then there was the whole Oh, gee, Im the screwup responsible for this whole mess. No more blaming the Unseelie King for making so many bad decisions and messing up my world. Was I the one whod messed up theirs? If so, I bore an unbearable amount of guilt.
I raked my hair back from my face with both hands. If I kept thinking about it, I was going to lose it.
Im not the concubine, Jericho. Im afraid I must be some part of the Unseelie King in human form. Not very long, I lied. I recognized things in the White Mansion, and I kept having dreams that made sense only if I was her. I knew there was a way to test it.
You bloody fool, if youd been wrong it would have killed you!
But I wasnt wrong.
Obtuse and illogical!
I shrugged. Apparently Id been a lot worse than that.
You will never do such an idiotic thing again, he said, muscles bunching in his jaw.
Given my track record, I was pretty sure I would. I mean, really, if I was the Unseelie Kingthe most powerful Fae everId somehow ended up human and clueless. That meant I was not only evil, obsessed, and destructive, I was inexcusably stupid.
