“I’ve never been to the Fae realm. I doona know what to expect, or what we might encounter, but I have to do it.”
“I know. I’m just worried. If they can stop a Dragon King, what could they do to you?”
He looked down into her eyes and smiled. “I’m part Fae, remember? They’ll soon learn who they’re dealing with.”
There were no more words as they kissed, the world fading away with the passion that rose. He took her lips again and again, deepening the kiss each time.
Then, all too soon, Rhi returned.
“I love you,” Aisley said.
Phelan winked. “I love you too, beauty.”
He followed Rhi out of the manor to where Con waited in the next valley. They had barely walked up when a dragon with scales the color of polished amber dove from the sky to land softly before them.
“He can carry you in his hand, or you can ride upon his neck,” Con said. “Your choice.”
“I’ll ride,” Phelan said as he walked to the dragon.
Tristan looked at him with his apple-green dragon eyes and held out a thick arm with five digits and long talons extending from them.
Phelan climbed upon the proffered arm and settled at the base of his long neck. He glanced back and saw the tail, which had a stinger on the end.
“How you could’ve started out a Warrior and become a Dragon King is a mystery. For now,” he whispered.
Tristan swung his large head around and looked at Phelan before he snapped his wings open and closed.
“He’s ready,” Con said. “Are you?”
Phelan had barely given a nod before Rhi was gone. “How will Tristan know where to go?”
“He willna. You will,” Con said with a smile.
Phelan gripped the scales when Tristan jumped into the air and climbed high above the clouds as night descended.
CHAPTER THIRTY
It took every ounce of control, every iota of restraint for Kellan not to yank against the chain and try to reach Denae. The absolute fury that filled him, the sheer possessiveness that surged for Denae took him by surprise.
He couldn’t stand to see her stripped naked and leered at by the Dark, but worse than that was Taraeth kissing her. Kellan’s self-discipline was fast waning the longer he watched Taraeth with Denae.
Kellan had known this was coming, but he hadn’t expected to be so … affected by it. When Denae had been left in the same room as him, it was obvious they assumed she meant more to him than she did.
At least that was Kellan’s thinking.
Right up until Taraeth kissed her.
Then the only thing that remained was getting Taraeth away from Denae. And killing the Dark Fae leader slowly.
Kellan hid his frown when Denae opened one of her eyes and looked right at him. After the night they’d spent in each other’s arms, he knew her passion. And there was nothing in her whisky-colored eyes now.
Even though she was returning Taraeth’s kiss.
Kellan shifted his gaze to Emil and saw the Fae watching him with open malice. Kellan lifted a brow before he turned and walked to the wall where he was chained, the sound of the metal against the stone echoing in the chamber.
He sat down and leaned back. His heated skin came in contact with the cool stone and it helped him rein in his wrath. For the moment.
It simmered, festered.
Smoldered.
Denae was his to protect, his to defend. His to … touch. Kellan wasn’t the type to share, especially with a Fae. He understood the Fae’s interest. Denae was unique, courageous, beautiful, and altogether tempting.
It was her daring, her pluck that originally caught Taraeth’s attention, but now that the Dark One had seen the treasures of Denae’s body, there would be no stopping him.
Kellan concentrated on the breath leaving his lungs, and then filling them again. In and out, in and out. He felt his lungs expand as Denae returned Taraeth’s kiss. His lungs compressed when the air left his body as he saw Taraeth grab Denae’s ass.
“Is it difficult to watch?” Emil asked, a sneer causing his top lip to lift, show his teeth.
Kellan made himself look away from Denae to Emil. “I doona know. Is it? How badly does it sting to watch the human you want taken by Taraeth?”
“He’s my leader.”
Kellan thought of Constantine. He might be King of Kings, but Kellan wouldn’t stand by and allow Con to have a woman he wanted. Nay, he would fight Con for him.
“Just another difference between us,” Kellan said and faked a yawn. “We doona share our women, no’ even with Con.”
Emil’s gaze swung to Taraeth. “Not even if Con demanded it?”
“No’ even then.”
While Emil glared at Taraeth, Kellan was trying not to notice how Denae hadn’t turned her face away from the Dark Fae. Had the legendary attraction of the Fae finally broken through whatever had kept her from initially falling at their feet?
Kellan still didn’t understand why Denae had withstood their seduction. No other human had. Ever.