Page 32 of God Touched

"And how is it my fault that I'm so attractive?"

Freya laughed. "What's going on? Really. Spit it out."

"I like him! Are you happy now?" Imogen huffed out. "I don't need any fucking attitude from you either. Out of everyone, you should understand what it's like being around a sexy immortal with a bulldozer of a personality."

Freya started laughing. "Oh, honey. You got a crush on a god. That's worse than a fae prince."

"Not from where I'm sitting. All immortals are fucking crazy." Imogen sat down on a window seat and looked at the snow falling. "I can't help it, okay? Don't bust my tits about it. I feel awkward enough."

"Okay, okay. No tit busting. I just want you to be careful and not your reckless self. Arawan isn't someone you can casually fuck and ghost the next day."

"I know. I'm trying not to think that far ahead." Imogen rested her head against the cool glass. Maybe she should put the whole crush down to sexy chemistry and leave it at that. She had been attracted to plenty of people she had walked away from.

"So what do you need? Come on, little sister, spit it out," Freya coaxed.

Imogen pulled a face. "I need…a dress. For this thing tomorrow night."

"Wow, a dress. You really do like him," Freya teased gently. "Tell me, what do you have in mind?"

Imogen thought for a moment. "Something that will fit my massive tits properly without tape but is so hot it will make every idiot in the room blab all their secrets to me."

Freya was giggling again, and it was so deviant that Imogen grinned. "I have the perfect dress. I'll have it couriered with supplies."

"Thanks, Freya, you're the best," Imogen replied.

"Yeah, I am. Make sure you are careful with Arawan too. You don't want to push him too far with all your flirting. He is a god after all."

Imogen laughed, thinking about his smutty whispering during the meeting. "Something tells me he can handle it."

15

Arawan was starting to think allowing all of his court back to the castle was the worst fucking idea. He had spent the whole day in meetings with various disgruntled parties, all clambering for his attention. It was tedious. And worse, he hadn't seen one purple hair of Imogen.

Arawan had asked her to stay hidden, and she had obeyed him for once. He hated it. He had hoped she would get bored, set his room on fire, cause a scene, something,anything.And there was nothing. It was intolerable.

Arawan knew she was still in the castle and on the grounds. He could feel the intensity of her living soul burning away like a bright light in his mind. He had been tempted to go to her like he had two nights ago.

Don't think of it, he chastised himself.

Fuck, it was the only thing he'd been thinking about. He had been taking himself in hand every night just imagining it. He was too old to be acting that way, but he couldn't stop.

If Arawan thought her screams were pretty, it was nothing compared to her moans and whimpers of pleasure. He wanted to fuck her until she went hoarse from making those maddening little sounds.

The ballroom glittered with the shades and wraiths that made up his court. He had told them that he wanted an event to celebrate his rising from his sleep, and they had believed it. If it wasn't for Morrigan summoning him, he would probably still be hidden in the darkness.

Arawan shifted on his throne uncomfortably. He never would've met Imogen if it wasn't for that meddlesome war witch. Maybe it was all for a purpose, a design he couldn't see. The world had changed so much. Perhaps, it had been time for him to rise. As beautiful as all the smiling creatures, fae and humans, in front of him were, he was so utterly bored.

And they are bold to try and betray me and think I'm oblivious to it.

They had all been at the castle since he had created it, which meant they had all had the chance to tamper with his warding and summon the creatures that attacked him. He would find them and then…

A susurrus of unease went through the crowd, and Arawan looked towards the double doors.

"May I present Lady Imogen of clan Ironwood, here representing the Blood Prince of the fae and his court," a herald called.

Arawan couldn't breathe as the lavender hair moved through the crowd. His hands gripped his cane hard enough to break it. Everyone finally got out of the way, and he got his first look at her.

Imogen had assured him she could get herself a dress, and fuck, she'd followed through with the threat. Shimmering black fabric clung to every sensuous curve, with a deep V-neck to show off the tops of her breasts and strong shoulders. Her lavender hair was curling over one shoulder with a black slide over one ear. Full plum-colored lips smiled at the faces in the crowd like she had done this a hundred times.

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