Princess of Shadows: A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance by Olivia Hart (love novels in english txt) 📗

“How do you know about Sasha and Tony?” I asked in surprise.

“They were there the night of your twenty-first birthday. I watched all four of you the entire night. Tony is a far bigger ass than me, and he’s not nearly as big in the ways Sasha claims.”

“Well Sasha’s a slut, and he’s rich. That doesn’t count.” Sebastian just stared at me with the edge of his lip curled in a smile.

“What woman isn’t a slut when it comes to the right man with the right looks and the right amount of power?” he asked as he arched his eyebrows while somehow maintaining that infuriatingly sleepy expression.

“Not me. I’m a virgin,” I said, getting fed up with his obviously misogynistic view of women. “I’ve never put up with a man talking to me like that.” I stood up and began walking away from him. He had managed to convince me that being quiet was better than talking to him.

Suddenly, I felt his presence behind me. Somehow, he’d stood up and moved behind me without making a sound. The thought of him running silently through the tunnels of the warren flashed through my mind, but they were overshadowed by a feeling I’d never had before.

It was like my stomach had twisted in knots, and my skin seemed extra sensitive. My breath came out more quickly, and everything felt just a little bit warmer than it had.

I turned around slowly, knowing what I’d see. I was wrong. The man in the black cloak was gone, the cloak in a pile on the ground. Instead, Sebastian stood in a black, armless silk tunic that seemed to meld to his body and a pair of linen pants that tucked into the bottoms of his black boots.

The whole outfit hugged his body in a way that didn’t seem natural. It showed off every muscle in his body, and I knew how he could have run for so long. His body was perfect. Tight, strong. Fiercely male.

Dangerous.

His black hair hung loosely around his neck and shoulders, and he felt so big. I wasn’t short, but he seemed to tower over me. And those lips that were just faintly redder than normal. A vision of those lips on my body in ways I’d never dreamed of flashed through my mind.

All of that was insignificant in comparison to his eyes. Icy pale blue eyes stared down at me as he put his hand to my cheek. They claimed me in their sight, demanding that I accept his touch. A demand I was more than happy to accept. I felt just as helpless as I had when I’d talked to the old woman on the bench, except that the last thing I wanted to do was turn away.

His touch was like lightning. Lightning that ignited my body with a sensation that I could never have explained. Bliss. Excitement. Energy. Need.

Lust.

For the first time in my life, I knew what lust was. He moved his hand down my neck towards my collarbone, and as he made the curve toward my shoulder, I wished that he’d gone lower. His fingers never did anything but graze my skin, turning it red hot and desperate for more.

My breath came out in short, shallow bursts like my body wanted to move as little as possible so that I wouldn’t disturb him, wouldn’t stop him. He craned his head down to my neck, and as his hot breath touched my skin, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Then he stopped moving, just letting his breath run over me. I could feel the antsy feeling course through me. I wanted his touch, and I wanted those lips on me. Those brutally beautiful lips.

“I guess that you’re a slut just like Sasha,” he whispered in my ear and pulled away, gliding backward inhumanly fast on boots coated in mist. As soon as he was away from me, I felt all of my old emotions racing back to me, and it was good that he was further away than he had been.

“You used magic on me!” I screamed.

He chuckled and threw his cloak back on. “No,” he said as he pulled the hood down, letting it hang behind him, “there was no magic. You would have been begging me to do less than appropriate things if I’d used magic on you at all.”

I couldn’t prove it, but I knew that he’d used some kind of weird fairy magic on me. That was the only reason that I could have felt like that. I’d never felt so… so slutty in my life. And there was no way that it was just because he was big and sexy.

“You’re a liar, Sebastian. Now I know that I can’t trust anything you say.” I stomped away from him, infuriated with how vulnerable I’d been to him, but even more angry at the fact that he might have been telling the truth.

I glanced at Sebastian out of the corner of my eye, and he was sitting with his back against the tree again, looking at the spot where we’d come out of the warren. I started walking, hoping that simply getting some distance from that obnoxious fairy man would help soothe the feelings that still coursed through me.

They didn’t make any sense. I was pissed at him. More pissed than I’d been in a long time, yet my body seemed to thrum with the need for his hands on me. At least my breathing wasn’t coming out like some panting puppy anymore.

I began to run. Running had always helped to clear my mind, and this place, although it was different than anything I was used to, was still the wild. The weird springy grass felt like a wonderful carpet under my bare feet, and for some reason, I felt like I was home.

Even then, I couldn’t help but look back at Sebastian against the tree. His eyes had turned towards me, but he didn’t