Page 113 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
I sneak a peek at his face and realize my earlier assumption was way off. I thought the demented Arawynn bond was only messing with me but it’s in full effect over him right now.
Fire flares in his eyes, burning like hot coals into my skin. I swallow down a whimper and he hones in on the small movement. He leans over, planting his lips on the column of mythroat. Goosebumps erupt on my skin over the kiss. His hand drifts to my dress, sliding the top piece slowly.
“Do you still hate the armor?” he asks, his hot breath tickling the soft skin of my neck.
I can’t gather enough strength to reply to him. His hungry gaze continues raking down the length of my body. He looks as if he would take me right here and now, spectators be damned.
“I’ll toss it away for you,” he grunts, his voice strained.
I shake my head. “Don’t. It looks good on you.”
My brain always picks the best time to be honest.
His lips twitch to an almost smile but he kills it immediately. Something clicks across his handsome features as he looks at me with a hollow expression.
I don’t understand it until I saw the Rhunhraefn on my belly laid bare before his eyes. I cover the raven marking back quickly, but it’s too late.
Just like that the spell between us is broken.
A low rumble emanates from his chest. I swallow nervously at the tortured look on his face.
We should make him march across town without clothing.
It’s heart-wrenching every time the past curse bearers show me what was done to him. I hate it.
Heat floods into his gaze when he looks at me again. I can tell that he hates me for making him feel that way.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you.” The words rip free from him.
They hurt me enough that I bite back. “That makes the two of us.”
He leans down, trapping me in my seat.
“Then cut the pretense,” he snarls. The weight of his stare is squeezing the air out of my lungs.
“Just drop your command.” His voice is raw and vicious. “Kill the Fae King? Burn the world? What will it be?”
I shake my head, “Svenn…”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Not like this.”
“Do you want me to go on a killing spree in Avalon?” He brings his face within inches of mine. “The earth will flood with the blood of your enemies.”
“No.”
My heart stutters in my chest as he shifts even closer.
He murmurs just low enough for me to hear. “Maybe I should feast on your people instead.”
A shiver goes through me. “Please don’t.”
“Why not? They are nothing but cattle to me.” His tone is cold and emotionless.
“I can’t let you do that.” He doesn’t touch me, but this closeness alone strangles me.
“And who will stop me?”
