Not to mention passion beyond his wildest dreams.
Their kisses had sent his already heated blood to boiling. If she could do that to him with just a kiss, what would it be like to fill her?
Kellan swallowed and looked away from her beguiling gaze. The agents from MI5 had been killed, leaving only three Dark Fae left to battle. Rhi took care of another one a moment later, and just like that, the other two disappeared.
“Are they gone?” Henry asked as he rose up from behind some crates.
Banan looked around at the devastation. “No’ for long.”
“And those things were…?” Henry prompted.
Con looked down at his white dress shirt ruined by blood and dirt with distaste. “Those were Dark Fae.”
“You met another Fae earlier,” Kellan said as he and Denae came to stand with the others. “Rhi.”
Henry’s eyes softened at the mention of the Fae. “She’s a beautiful woman.”
“And off-limits. You doona want to get involved with her,” Con said.
“I don’t think I’d mind,” Henry said with a chuckle.
Rhys walked up and said, “We need to get out of here before the authorities show up.”
“Denae can no’ return to Dreagan,” Kellan said.
Banan nodded grimly. “Agreed. We’re being followed.”
“Speaking of that, where is Rhi?” Con asked.
Rhys threw up his hands in a gesture of puzzlement. “Around somewhere.”
“Are we sure the Dark Fae are really gone?” Denae asked.
Kellan glanced at her, and only then realized he still had a grasp on her arm. He released his grip and then fisted his hand to hold in her warmth.
“Good question,” Banan said. “One we can determine.”
Rhi appeared beside Rhys. “No need. They’re gone, but I wouldn’t suggest hanging around. They’re pissed off. They’re also determined to have a Dragon King.”
“A what?” Henry asked.
Kellan ignored him and looked at Rhi. “Why?”
“They’re after something,” she responded.
Con blew out a harsh breath. “Did they say what?”
Rhi twisted her lips as she shrugged. “I’ll keep an ear out for anything. My queen is calling for me, and I’m sure she’ll be on the edge of her seat to hear this story.”
And then she was gone.
“That would make traveling easier,” Denae said with a grin. “Kinda wish I could pop in and out of places.”
Kellan didn’t know of any mortal who could make a jest after almost losing their life. Denae constantly confounded him, making him rethink everything about humans—and that disturbed him.
But no more than his hunger for her did.
He hadn’t intended to kiss her. His plan had been to get her to safety before the battle began, but as he approached, her beautiful eyes had filled with such longing and desire that it had undone him.
The first kiss had been a mistake. The second, disastrous.
Now all he could think about was her. Her taste was on his tongue, tantalizing him with her scent and sensuality. His hands itched to free her hair from the braid and feel the silky tresses through his fingers.
“But would you dislike me less if I was Fae instead of human since you hate both?” she asked Kellan.
“I doona hate Rhi.”
A sad smile pulled at Denae’s lips. “Of course not.”
Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked back to the Range Rover.
Kellan watched the sway of her hips. It was mesmerizing, seductive, and she didn’t even know it. Everything she did was tantalizing and tempting, enticing and provocative.
Made all the more so because she had no idea of her appeal. And if she ever did, there wouldn’t be a man—mortal or immortal—who would be immune to her.
Kellan already had a difficult time keeping his hands off her, and now that he knew the taste of her kiss, he had one goal—claiming her body.
Henry came to stand beside him and scratched his chin. “There were few men in all of MI5 who didn’t want her in their beds.”
“You included?” Kellan asked, a hard note in his voice.
Henry met his gaze. “Me included. Despite being a spy, there is something pure and honest about her that draws people in. There aren’t many who retain any virtues after being a spy. Denae is different.”
Kellan thought over Henry’s words. Denae was different.
“There’s blood on her shirt. A lot of it. Is she injured?”
Banan came up beside Henry. “No’ anymore. Kellan and Con took care of that.”
Kellan said no more as he followed Denae. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, but he should have known Con wouldn’t allow that.
“What’s your plan?” Con asked as he fell into step beside him.
Kellan kept his gaze on Denae as he shrugged. “I need to take her somewhere safe from both MI5 and the Dark.”
“I know you, old friend. You suspect her of being a part of this.”
“I did. I do.”
“Which is it?” Con prodded.