Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
His eyes were trained on her as she tried to hide her emotions. His fingers thick and slippery deep inside of her. His thumb pressing insistently against her clit. Anyone could see their secret intrusion. She hoped that the evening darkness hid them. She wasn’t sure that it did.
And still Graves didn’t let up. Nor did she want him to.
She bit into her lip, stifling a cry that only they would be able to hear.
Graves pressed his lip to the shell of her ear. “Are you going to come for me, Wren?”
“I…” she gasped.
“Let your powers down.”
She let him into her mind. Showed him how close she was, how she could barely contain herself, and the look on his face as he stole her breath. She wanted to say fuck it all and have him spread her open on this table.
His eyes turned dark at the thought. “I could oblige.”
She wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious. But just the thought sent her over the edge. A breathless gasp ripped out of her as she came against his fingers.
“Pity,” he said as he slipped free of her and reached for a napkin.
She crossed her legs and waited for her breathing to return to normal. She felt shaky from her orgasm.
“We’re supposed to be working,” she accused him.
“How can I resist when you’re on display for me?” he asked as he slipped his arm across her shoulders.
“You’re filthy.”
“Is that a complaint?”
He knew it wasn’t.
“You can finish again after we complete our work,” he said with that dangerous smirk she so adored. He tsked her. “You’re so distracted.”
She snorted. “I think you were the distracted one.”
“Well, when you fail to wear underwear…who can blame me?”
Kierse turned her attention back to the stage as the fifth act began—the triple wedding as the Fae depart from their mischief. All was right with the world. Kierse always got a little bored with the ending. She understood it, but she preferred the mischief. Perhaps that was in her nature.
“What do you know of the triskel training?”
“Little,” Graves admitted.
“But Lorcan, Niamh, and Saoirse were already bonded when you knew them before?”
He frowned as if he didn’t want to discuss this. She knew him well enough to know when he was hedging.
“I want to be prepared for what I’m walking into with Lorcan,” Kierse said. “I have to go back to that place on Tuesday for my training. And I don’t know what to expect.”
“They weren’t a triskel yet when I knew them. It didn’t begin until after Lorcan and Saoirse’s wedding,” Graves told her. “I was already cast out by then.”
Kierse frowned. “Because of Emilie?”
Graves said nothing as Theseus monologued. He didn’t speak again for several minutes. “In part because of what happened with Emilie.”
She wanted him to say more. To explain what had happened. Lorcan had accused him of killing her. What led them on this path?
“They never wanted me to be a part of the Druids, though,” Graves said. “They would have found any reason.”
Kierse knew that feeling. It was one that had connected them from day one. It didn’t answer her questions, but she knew he would tell her when the time was right.
“If you had to guess, what do you think the training will be like?”
He released a soft breath. “I wouldn’t worry about the training. It’s going to be about connecting your powers and learning to use them together. You’ve already done it, and I suspect it will be like riding a bike. Especially with the full moon.”
“Yeah. I guess I’m not looking forward to whatever stunt Lorcan is going to pull when I see him next.”
“I’m sure he’ll try to convince you of the binding ceremony.”
Kierse furrowed her brow. “What binding ceremony?”
Graves jerked his head toward her. When he realized she knew nothing, he smiled, slow and smug. “Oh, look at him, keeping secrets.” He laughed softly. “Classic.”
“Uh…I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“The soulmate bond has to be bound in a ceremony to reach full potential,” Graves explained.
“A ceremony…like what? Like marriage? Or like a werewolf mating?”
“Both and neither,” Graves told her. “It’s a magic bond. All magical creatures have a magic signature. The Fae gave Druids access to magic, and so Wisp and Druidic magic can be connected.”
“But you said both and neither. They’re connected to be more…powerful? For more powerful children?”
Graves eyes darkened. “I’m sure they believe that’s a benefit. Though wisps don’t have many children. A sacrifice of being long-lived.”
“So Lorcan has been planning to bind our magic together all this time and never mentioned it?”
“Probably,” he admitted.
“And you didn’t tell me why?”
“I thought you already knew. He’s the hero, right?” Graves said sardonically.
“I’m not going to do it.”
“You don’t have to,” he said with a sigh. “It was required when a bond mate was discovered in my day. But you’re not part of the Fae Council, nor did you grow up in their ranks.”