Page 7 of Cheshire's Smile
“The Reaper.” His breath stroked my face as he spoke low and intimately. It was as if we were talking about something more salacious than where my missing lover was.
“Reaper?” I breathed, my eyes dipping to his lips and then back to his eyes. “What about him?”
The Reaper wasn’t like the stories described him. There was no skull head or decomposing body. In fact, the Reaper’s name was Eugene, a handsome fae male and the father of Dorian the UnSeelie Prince.
Dorian had taken time away from the Underground to spend time with his long-lost father and chase down the remainders of the shadows. Though I had a sneaky suspicion some of his reasoning for leaving was because he didn’t want to see Kat a.k.a. Lynne, his ex-fiancé, happy with Chess.
Not that I could blame him. It would be torture to watch any of my males with someone else.
My males? Where had that come from? I guess, if I was being honest with myself, I did consider Cheshire mine now. But for some reason, I felt as if I wasn’t just talking about Hatter and Cheshire. The remnants of the dream the Bandersnatch trapped me in filtered through my mind.
“Coby and Carban,” I whispered.
“What?” Cheshire cocked his head.
“Nothing.” I blinked. “What about Eugene?”
Cheshire snuggled his face against my shoulder. “The Bandersnatch told you where Hatter was, kitten. You just weren’t listening.”
I blew out a hard breath. “The Reaper. Hatter’s in the Shadow Realm. Of course.” I threw my hands up and stalked across the room, irritation making my steps harder than they needed to be. “Why can’t any fae in all the Underground just speak plainly? It’s always a roundabout way of answering a question or fucking riddle.”
I spun around and pointed at Cheshire. “I might be fae just like the rest of you now, but at least I can tell the truth when asked.”
“Is that so?” Cheshire arched a brow as he prowled toward me, his eyes darkening. For a brief moment, the sickness filled my nose before he was close to me. “Canyoutell the truth, precious?”
I stumbled back a step. His hands slashed out to pull me flush against him.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
His claws tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so we stared into each other’s eyes. A heat burned low, and his nostrils flared. His tongue dipped out to swipe his lips, as if tasting my scent.
“Hmmm, how much did you actually forget?” His hand slid down my side, drawing my skirt aside so his fingers could trail up the inside of my thigh.
My legs trembled. My words stuttered. “I — I don’t know. The shadows took a lot of memories.”
“But not all of them.” Cheshire walked his fingers up my thigh, his knuckles brushed against my aching core. “They couldn’t take every single piece of them.” His hand tapped against me with each word. My insides quivered as a small gasp escaped me. “Maybe we can trigger some of those memories. But will you be truthful?”
I licked my lips, unsure how to answer him. I already knew my body remembered him. Did I really want to add more to an already overcomplicated situation?
Cheshire ushered me backward until my knees hit the queen’s bed. My eyes flicked from him to the mattress and then the open bedroom door.
“The only one watching you is me.”
I huffed a laugh. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
My eyes widened. A feeling like déjà vu came over me. I’d said those words to him before. He’d said those words to me before. too. He knelt before me, using both hands to slide my skirt up my thighs.
“Let me help you remember.”
My legs spread wider for him. His breath brushed against my skin. My knees trembled, the thin fabric covering me soaked through. My fingers inched to pull his face against my throbbing core. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession, breath ragged.
I wanted this. For him to taste me. Even if it didn’t help me remember anything from before I went to the Hall of Mirrors.
A clawed finger dragged the thin fabric back, exposing me to him. Cheshire inhaled deeply, a low rumbling growl coming from him. “You smell divine, kitten. I can’t wait to have another taste of you.”
I waited with bated breath, dripping for that first brush of his tongue against my hot aching folds. The wet rough feel of his tongue swiped me from butt to clit.
My mouth dropped open and my head fell back with a gasp. My eyes squeezed shut.
