Page 16 of Conquering the King of Storms

It was too damn bad for me that I was the only person who could make Sirus sane.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Margo held up a hand. “Where are these caves?”

“Under our feet,” the queen said calmly.

“Fuck. Yeah, we’re out. I don’t want to be monster food.” Margo held her hands out for Dove. “Come on, squirt.”

Dove looked uncertain, her worried gaze turning to Tariq and then to me.

I gave her the biggest smile I could manage. “It sounds like you’ll have way more fun up here.”

“You don’t have to go until Quake wakes up, but it’s not safe for little birds.” Tariq poked her nose, and she nodded, putting on a brave face.

“Why the fuck is it always me?” Margo muttered as she turned, grabbing Quake by the shoulder and going up on her tiptoes. She was a sturdy chick, but he was just as big as the other fae, so he towered over her.

Their lips met, and we all looked away, as always.

Despite her supposed hatred for him, they could never seem to keep things PG when they were both sane. He drove her crazy, but she wasn’t a laid-back woman. And as much as she claimed she hated it, and brought up her shitty past, I was almost confident that she loved the way he pissed her off.

It occurred to me as I watched Dove hugging Flame fiercely that Storm’s sanity had made her much calmer and happier. So, since they were going to be separated for a bit, she would probably handle it a lot better if she got to hug him goodbye before heading out with Quake.

Storm—Sirus—was right next to me, so I stepped up close to him, putting my hands on his shoulders and lifting myself up so I could press my lips to his.

He didn’t relax the first moment our mouths met, but he began to thaw out as I slid a hand into his hair. I always tried not to French kiss him until he was completely sane, because it just didn’t feel right.

Then again, considering all the dirty words his magic had whispered to me, I didn’t think I could do a damn thing to the guy that he wouldn’t like.

While we kissed, his hands slid around my lower back, pressing me against his torso. It was far from the first time I had felt his erection against my lower belly, but the feeling still made my toes curl.

Our tongues brushed once, and then again, before Sirus stiffened.

I paused, and he pulled away.

His eyes weren’t glowing any more, and he looked concerned as he stared down at me for a moment. The man was clearly more than a little out of it, but he slowly unwrapped his hands from around my waist.

“We reached the water fae kingdom,” I told him quickly and quietly. “We have to go find Flood and his woman.”

“Find them where?”

Yeah, I didn’t want to answer that question.

Sirus stepped back, his gaze scanning the room. He remained calm as he took in the other water fae in the room, including Crest and Locha.

His arms went out when his eyes landed on Dove, and her face lit up. She threw herself out of Flame’s arms, and the wind sether feet gently on the ground before she booked it to her uncle. He caught her, lifting her up as he looked to Flame. “Where’s Flood?”

Fury blazed on Tariq’s face again. “These fuckers dropped him and his human in the Aboa.”

A hard breeze ripped at my hair, just for a moment. “Theywhat?” Sirus snarled.

Shit.

If it pissed off Sirus too, I wanted to go in this Aboa even less. Flame wasn’t hard to make angry—Storm was much more difficult.

Unless I was swimming; he had freaked out a little when I was swimming.

Which I would probably have to do, in the Aboa.

Fuck, I didn’t like the sound of that.

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