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Chosen by the Fae King
-- EXCERPT: “I have nothing else to offer,” I told him. “That’s not true. In fact, I know what I want and only you have it.” Nox shifted closer, his arm behind me now. Not touching, but close. I didn’t move. Could hardly breathe. “If you don’t want my mouth on her body, then I’ll have it on yours instead.” Muscles I didn’t know I had clenched between my legs. Butterflies flew around in my belly. My body was betraying me in the worst of ways. “Just your mouth?” I checked. Shit. Was I actually entertaining his smarmy request? “Unless you ask for more.” “And just kissing? On my mouth?” The tilt of his lips was a wicked, wicked thing. “Again, unless you ask for more.” “Fine,” I agreed, closing my eyes. “Get it over with.” “I have to say, this is a first for me,” Nox mused. “Same.” “You’ve not bargained for mouth-only kisses?” he jested. My eyes popped open. “No. I’ve never had to bargain with my body to get something I want.” Nox stilled, something feral stared out at me from deep within his eyes, a beast coming to life in his psyche. It called to the wildness inside me, the untamed voice I’d always kept buried deep. Uh oh. “Spread your legs, Aeryn.” His pitch fell so low I felt it vibrate across my skin. Alarm bells went off in my mind. “But—” “I agreed not to go beyond a kiss. Now spread your fucking legs.” Tentatively I pulled my knees wider. The skirt of the dress shifted, fabric dropping between my legs like it was making room for the king. Nox lowered to the floor, kneeling between my legs. Bending his face to just inches above the juncture of my thighs, he inhaled deeply. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. A low rumble echoed from his chest as his spine straightened, his face closing in on mine. The king’s hands landed on the back of the couch, on either side of my head. Unable to look away, I watched his mouth descend. Soft and oh so gentle, his lips brushed mine. Electricity sparked between our flesh. I gasped and his tongue probed carefully. My abdominals tightened, breasts turned heavy. Then he was gone. Confused, I looked up and found him twenty feet across the room. Nox waved a dismissive hand. “Go,” he ordered, “and pray I’m in a forgiving mood when next we meet.” I sat there in stunned silence, face burning. “Sofiya is safe from me. Now get out.” I stared at him for a long moment before standing and stalking from the room. 
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