Authors: Liia Ann White
Adora
made a small sound of
acknowledgement. “It’s from my sword.” Her eyes widened as she spoke. “But I
don’t remember stabbing you.”
“That’s because I wiped your memory so you wouldn’t remember
my face. None of my targets have seen my face until you. Then again, I wasn’t
expecting to bring you here.”
He soaked a gauze patch with antiseptic and applied it to
the wound. Sucking in a breath, he clenched his teeth as a sharp pain shot
through his abdomen and settled in his brain.
The princess suddenly slapped his hand away and crouched
before him.
Confusion spread through him. “What?”
She cut him off with the wave of a hand. “The sword is
charmed,”
Adora
explained. “Any wound made with it will
spread through the victim’s body until it reaches the brain and drives him mad.
It’s my magic and only I can break the spell to stop its effects.” She glanced
up at him. “May I?”
Randor
looked down at her–innocent
with her eyes wide, lips in a small pout, a hand on his waistband–and wanted
Adora
to touch him elsewhere. A vision of her lips wrapped
around his cock as she sucked him dry shot through his mind. He wanted to
tangle his fingers in her golden hair and drive into her as hard as he could.
Oh fuck.
He was in trouble.
He cleared his throat and nodded quickly. “Please.”
She moved and placed her warm hands on either side of the
wound.
Randor
closed his eyes when he felt the tingle
of magic working its way into his body.
Adora
whispered words and tendrils of magic worked around the wound, seeping into his
bloodstream. His entire body heated and he felt as though he was floating.
The pain he’d felt and the fever that had been slowly
growing disappeared. Every niggling ache or strained muscle he’d had was gone.
Adora
removed her hand and he
opened his eyes to find the wound completely healed. Not even a scar remained.
“You healed me. Not only my wound.”
“I’m the best healer in the
Court
The only reason Father has ever allowed me to leave the castle and fight in the
war is to heal wounded soldiers.”
Adora
stood. Her scent filled
Randor’s
nose—earthy, sweet and natural. He caught her
gaze, her amber and green eyes looking directly at his.
“Why would you do that? Heal me?” He had to figure out what
her angle was. After all, he’d kidnapped and restrained her in the human realm.
She should have wanted him to go crazy and kill himself, rather than be
completely healed.
A small smile came to her lips. “Why did you release and
allow me to roam your home?”
Because
I want to fuck your brains out.
Oh, and I think
you’re my soul mate.
The
latter admission shocked him slightly.
Soul mate?
He blinked as he cleared his thoughts and matched her smile.
“Touché, Princess.”
****
Oh, shit.
Adora
was screwed. The second her
skin came into contact with
Randor’s
, she knew the
truth. They were soul mates. She’d never wanted to settle down
or
have children. But the ache in her chest told her she
should at least
try
to have some form
of relationship with him. They were meant for each other. Their banter over the
past hour had proved that enough.
The constant throbbing that had been in her core since she
laid eyes on the assassin just cemented it.
It was rare for faeries to find their soul mates. Unlike
werewolves, who felt a sort of calling toward their mate, the
Fae
often settled for a safe match rather than spending
years waiting and searching for their soul mate. It was hard enough for
Fae
to reproduce. Wasting years searching for a soul mate
they were unlikely to ever find was pointless.
And for hers to be an assassin with no
true allegiance to either court who lived in the human realm just seemed to fit
the rest of her life.
Nothing had ever gone to plan.
“I still need to shower.”
Randor’s
voice pulled her from her
musings. With a quick smile, she stepped out of his way.
As she watched him undress, her cheeks flushed with both
arousal and embarrassment. When he reached his underwear, she turned to face
the doorway. Her core already throbbed from the sight of his bare torso. Seeing
him completely naked would probably have her trembling.
“Get ready.”
She whipped her head around saw
Randor’s
naked backside as he took a step toward the shower. A moment later,
Adora
was pulled toward him. Her foot slipped on the bathmat
and she stumbled and struggled to gain her footing.
Two strong, bare arms caught her and she was pressed up
against
Randor’s
warm hard body. For one of the most
feared fighters in the
Seelie
army,
Adora
sure was having a hard time keeping herself upright
today. She felt like a fool.
A lust-driven fool.
“Sorry.” She tried to push back from him, but his arms only
tightened around her.
Looking up, she found his blue eyes darkened with arousal.
His groin pressed up against her pelvis, a rock hard cock pushing into her
lower stomach.
“Don’t I at least get a kiss as a thank you?”
She blinked and cocked her head.
“For
catching me?”
He had to be kidding. “I would have righted myself in
time.”
“Well, then.” A smirk spread across his lips as he lowered
his head. “Let me thank you properly for healing me.”
His mouth was on hers before she had a chance to refuse. The
second his lips touched hers,
Adora’s
resolve
crumbled. Need rushed through her veins and her core moistened.
Randor’s
hold on her loosened when she pressed her body
into his, standing on her toes to grind her pelvis against his. His hands moved
down her shoulders and body until one rested on her hip and the other cupped a
breast.
Adora
felt the need to rip off all
of her clothing, wrap her legs around
Randor
, and let
him plough into her as hard as he wanted to. She let him guide her back until
her butt hit the bench top. Her hands travelled down to hold his cock. Long,
hard and thick, with skin like velvet. She smiled to herself as he thrust back
from her and hissed in a breath.
“Fuck, Princess,” he whispered into her ear. “You don’t know
how good that feels.”
But she knew exactly how it felt. It had been far too long
since she’d fucked someone. Even longer since she’d felt so good just from one
kiss.
Adora
continued to work her hand up and down
his length and bit down gently on his neck. Her other hand ran up the plains of
his muscular stomach and chest. When
Randor’s
hand
moved to her butt and squeezed, she pulled her head back and looked at him.
“Fuck me, Assassin. Hard and fast, slow and steady, I don’t
care.” She pressed her other hand against her mound, rubbing herself to relieve
some of the pressure that built. It only made her need stronger. “Just fuck
me,” she moaned.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Randor
took a step back and tore the clothing from her body. Everything—including her underwear—was
scattered on the tiled floor. He rested his forehead against hers and gazed
into her eyes. Without another kiss, or any warning, he spun her around, tipped
her over the bench, and thrust inside her.
Hard and fast,
just how she liked it.
Crying out at the invasion, she leant her hands on the
granite and held herself almost upright.
Randor
pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing his way up her neck.
Adora
felt truly alive for the
first time in her life. Her entire being filled with warmth. Each muscle
twitched with excitement. She rested her head back on
Randor’s
shoulder and closed her eyes, focussing only on the feeling of him thrusting in
and out of her.
Her moans quickly turned to whimpers as her body cried out
for completion. One of his hands reached around and found her clit, rubbing
gentle circles around it. In a matter of seconds, her climax hit violently.
Every muscle trembled and
Adora
barely managed to
hold herself up.
Randor
gripped her hips tightly with
both hands and—even though she didn’t think it was possible—became even harder and
longer as he continued to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. When he came, he
groaned, pressing his body flush against hers and resting his head on her
shoulder.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, two hot sweaty
bodies, completely sated, until their breathing calmed and
Adora
regained the feeling in her legs.
Randor
wrapped his
arms around her waist and exhaled a long breath as he pulled out of her core.
She looked at his reflection and saw him smiling back at her.
“It looks like we’ll both
be needing
that shower now.”
A small smile touched her lips, but was quickly wiped away
by the flash of light that appeared before her eyes.
A
warning.
Spinning around,
Adora
pushed
Randor
behind her and summoned her magic, bringing up a
barrier around the two of them.
The air around her shimmered,
energy sparking from her skin as she prepared to use her defensive magic.
“What’s going on?”
Randor
also
stood in a defensive position, hands spread like hers. Obviously he had
defensive magic to use as well.
“Something’s coming.” The hairs on the back of her neck
stood and her vision blurred for a second—a sure sign that something, or
someone, negative was coming.
“Something bad.”
The scent of cinnamon and sawdust filled
Adora’s
nose.
“Elves.”
“Oh.”
Randor’s
body relaxed and he
took a step forward to rest a gentle hand on her arm. “It’s okay. He’s meant to
be here.”
Adora’s
jaw dropped. “You know an
elf?”
Elves were sworn enemies of the
Court
Elves had allied themselves with the
Court
beginning of the war. Father had given the order to
Adora
at a very young age—if she ever saw an elf she was to kill it immediately, no
questions. Elves had attacked and tried to kill her on numerous occasions. How
could
Randor
be so casual about one being in his
home?
In the human realm?
She continued to stare at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
The magic and aura receded.
Randor
wrapped a towel
around her quickly and rested his hand on her cheek.
“It’s complicated.” He looked out the doorway as the scent
of cinnamon and sawdust became stronger. “Just give me a moment.”
Adora
swallowed and nodded, trying
to appear calm. She’d just slept with an assassin.
A man who
held no loyalties.
And he was her soul mate.
I’ve got to get the fuck out
of here.
Chapter Three
Randor
swore as he put his clothing
back on and stepped out of the bathroom, completely aware of the magic dragging
Adora
behind him. He looked back at her. Gripping the
towel he’d wrapped around her, she had fury and distrust written all over her
face. Why did
Elvish
friend to her without
completely ruining the small amount of trust he’d built with the Princess?
No doubt
Adora
had fought and
killed many
Unseelie
Fae
.
It was ingrained into the minds of the
Seelie
people
that they were evil. Now he had to try to convince
her the
opposite was a fact.
He found
the back.
“Hey, man,” he gave the casual greeting before he saw
Adora
. When he did,
Randor
knew
because his eyes widened and he jumped off the seat. “Oh, I didn’t realise we
had a guest.”