Page 104 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
I looked him dead in the eye. My voice dropped, cool and sharp. “I told you I could never love anyone else. Turns out…” I stepped toward him; he took a step back. Each word sliced out of me, “I lied aboutthat,too.”
He reeled like I’d slapped him. His face crumpled, pain flashing so openly across it I almost regretted it. Almost.
“You’re not freeing your father,” he said, voice cold now. Empty. “Step away from the cell. Now. Or so help me—I’ll tell my father.”
That did it.
My magic flared so violently my vision blurred.
“You’ll tell the king?” I snapped, stepping toward him, shoving my finger at the marks on my back. “The man who left these, that I’m Fae?!”
My father gasped, seeing my back for the first time.
Fintan’s mouth opened—but nothing came out. I could see the memory hurt him almost as much as it did me.
“Guess you never really loved me, huh?” I brushed past him, slamming my shoulder into his as I left him standing there in silence.
Eryn was already halfway up the steps, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry,” she said breathlessly. “He said he knew you were here, that he just wanted to talk—he swore he wouldn’t do anything.”
“It’s fine,” I said coldly, even though nothing was fine. My skin burned as my magic pulsed, as if it yearned to tear something apart. All I could think about—crave—was him.
Zayn.
I would come back tomorrow. I would free my father.
But right now… I needed him.
By the time I reached Zayn’s chambers, my fury was boiling beneath my skin.
The door opened, and there he was—leaning against the window, drink in hand, the ice swirling in the glass like his restraint. His shirt was undone just enough to show the sculpted lines of his chest, moonlight spilling across his features like he’d been carved from shadow and winter.
He turned as I stepped inside, those green storm-dark eyes landing on me. Before I could utter a word, he used his air magic to slam the door behind me.
He stalked over to me in just a few strides. “Friend?”
My brows furrowed. Confused. “What?”
“I heard you. When you were dancing with the prince,” the muscle in his jaw flexed. “You called me your friend…”
Before any words could leave my mouth, Zayn grabbed my face with both hands. “Friend,” he said again and threw his head back laughing.
Then he looked at me again, so intense, so sexy, and rubbed my lower lip. “No, baby. Friends don’t get bent over and ruined like I plan to do to you. I’m about to make you forget that word ever existed.”
And I didn’t hesitate. “I want you,” I said, voice rough with need. “And I want you now.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
My back slammed against the wall, next to the window where the snow fell. Zayn pressed his hard length against my body as he grabbed my throat, a wicked smile pulled across his lips. He traced my lip with his finger and I opened my mouth and sucked.
“Gods, Elara.” He pressed himself into me harder with a deep groan, and lifted me so my back was against the wall and my legs wrapped around him. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath this dress since he shredded my panties, so I rubbed myself against him, as if the fabric of his trousers would incinerate with my thrusts.
Zayn’s mouth found my neck. “How wet is this pussy for me?” He asked, his voice reverberated off my skin.
“Fucking soaked. Please.” I begged.
His tongue trailed down to my collarbone. He bit me, marked me, and it drove something feral inside of me.
I clung to him like fabric, not wanting to move from this wall. I just wanted him to take me, right here. Right now.
