Page 37 of The Fae Lord
It’s him. His voice. In my head.
Is he watching me?
My eyes fly open, but I can’t stop the sensations rolling down my spine, curling in my limbs, making my skin flush and my legs shake.
“Come for me like a good little fae.”
I look at Finn. I don’t know if it was him speaking or if I heard the voice in my head.
“I’m going to come for you,” I breathe through gasps that nearly drown out my words.
Finn’s eyes flash wider. “Come for me, Alana.”
“You too.” I cup his face with my hands and stare into his eyes. I want to watch him come, I want to stare at him like this so I know he is here and I am with him and that we love each other.
No matter what.
He grabs hold of my waist as if he cannot get close enough to me or far enough inside me. “Fuck,” he breathes, still holding my gaze with his.
My wings start to flutter against the bark. It is rough. It scratches and threatens to tear their thin, fragile fibres. But I don’t care. I would bleed for him. I would die for him.
“Good girl . . .”
As the voice overwhelms me once more, a volcano of hatred erupts from my chest. “I want him dead,” I cry, eyes boring into Finn’s so he knows I’m telling him the truth. “I want him out of my head, and out of this world. For good.”
Finn grins at me, then kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt before. His tongue searches for mine, he nibbles my lower lip, and then he cries out, “Come with me, Alana. Come with me.”
My back arches. My wings beat against the bark. My legs tremble. I tilt my head back and call his name as an orgasm spreads in tsunami-like waves through my body.
When Finn comes, too, it is hard and quick. I feel him grow harder and bigger inside me. His body stiffens. He yells, and holds onto me tight, pressing his forehead against mine as he fills me up.
As we come down from our high, sweat-laced bodies pressed against one another, panting, holding hands, he whispers, “Did you mean it?”
I meet his gaze.
“Will you really help me kill Eldrion?”
I brush my thumb across his lips. “Yes,” I whisper. “I meant it. I want him gone, Finn. Gone from our lives. Forever.”
As we stand there, our bodies still intertwined, Finn’s expression grows serious. He brushes a strand of hair from my face.
“Alana,” he says, his voice low and urgent. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something important. If you’re going to be a part of this, I want to be honest with you. You need to know everything.”
I frown, a flicker of unease stirring in my gut. Kayan’s words echo in my head. Don’t trust what they say.
“What is it?”
He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he’s about to say. “My plan... it’s not just about taking down Eldrion. It’s bigger than that.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
“I want to destroy all the Sunborne,” he says, the words tumbling out in a rush as excitement glistens in his eyes. “I want to reinstate equality in Luminael, in the entire kingdom. No more oppression, no more suffering. A fresh start for all fae.”
For a moment, I’m speechless. The sheer scale of his ambition takes my breath away. To not just overthrow a tyrant, but to upend the entire social order... it’s a task that seems almost impossible. Especially for a race of fae with no magic.
“Finn,” I whisper, my heart swelling with a mixture of admiration and fear. “That’s... that’s a lot.”
He nods, determination burning in his gaze. “We have to, Alana. We can’t just remove one piece of the puzzle and expect everything to change. We need to tear down the whole damn system and build something new in its place.”