Page 225 of Evil Hearts

I gave him a little wiggle and felt his crest curl up against me in response. “Are you still foolishly in lust with me, too?”

His expression sharpened. “Gods, yes,” he said, his voice dropping deeper. “Don’t worry. I’m fucking desperate for it. I’ve merely been waylaid by finding eternal bliss with the match to my soul.” Ruven’s tail caressed the curve of my ass. “Give me but a moment to recollect myself, and you’ll have me panting and hard for you again. Do you want a repeat, or to take advantage of the vast array of cocks I can wear for you?”

I snorted at that and gave him a nudge with my nose. “Bored of being yourself already?”

Ruven grinned up at me, tilting his saber-teeth and ears forward. “Feeling extremely secure in being wanted as myself, actually,” he said brightly. “Ridden, mated,andsoulmated. Since you can’t life-bond me as we’re soulmates, and since we have another two hundred fifty-six days of sleeping next to each other before you can marry me, I’m not sure there’s any more claimed I could even get.”

“You’ve been counting the number of nights we’ve slept next to each other?” I asked, laughter in my voice.

“Of course I’ve been counting,” Ruven said in a mock-scolding voice. “How else am I supposed to schedule the wedding? Which I suppose I should invite you to, and also request that you kindly agree to,” he added, a bit bashfully. “I know humans marry much more frequently than fae, so I hoped you’d be amenable. I’ve, ah, been fantasizing about it for some months now.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing outright. “You’ve barely known me for four months, Ru.”

“And?” he asked, tilting his ears towards me. Ruven ran his hands down my sides with a sultry look settling onto his face. “I don’t need an answer right now, or even soon. But I would very much like an answer to my other question.” A sharp smirk turned up his full mouth. “Dimensions, shape, and structure, my dear. Man? Woman?” Wickedness glinted in his dark eyes. “Horse?”

With a smirk of my own, I sat back up onto him, looking down at him from under my lowered lashes. “Same dimensions, shape, and structure, of your kindness,” I said primly, then grinned at him like a shark. “But I want two of them.”

“Oh,” he breathed, a reckless smile taking hold of his expression. “Consider me at your service, paradise.”

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