Crimes of Fire (Wayward Fae Paranormal Prison Book 1) by J.N. Colon

Author:J.N. Colon [Colon, J.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Music thumped through the basement of the prison and bodies gyrated in the center where the fighting ring had stood just an hour ago. I’d been searching for the unseelie prince for twenty minutes without results. Where did that lying bastard sneak off to?

I pushed past a group of dancing fairies to make my way to a bar area. A guy sporting some serious bedroom eyes and sultry looks winked at me as he poured a drink for another girl. My brows rose. Was he an incubus, the male version of a succubus?

I chewed on my bottom lip and watched him dole out cups while still shooting flirtatious smiles my way. Maybe I should forget Viktor and get some more wine.

That thought evaporated like smoke from a juniper stick when I spotted the unseelie prince a few feet away. My entire body froze. Literally. It felt like someone had tossed a bucket of ice water over my head. Viktor leaned in a corner, kissing a scantily dressed Fae. Her delicate hands tangled in his hair while her body wrapped around his. Gossamer wings fluttered at her back, so she might have been a pixie.

I wanted to puke every ounce of moonberry wine in my system. We’d almost kissed earlier, and now he had his tongue down some pink-haired pixie’s throat.

I whipped around only to bump into none other than Helena. Her gaze lifted above my head, a mocking smile splitting her lips.

“Isn’t that a bitch?” She flicked her flaxen locks behind her shoulder and slowly licked her lips as if savoring the moment. “I told you he didn’t want you, seelie-dae trash.”

I stormed off, forcing my way through the crowd. I didn’t have enough energy to battle with that bitch. I was drunk and pissed, never a good combination. I needed to get to my room before I did something stupid. But stupid found me first.

“Hi, Sloane.” Tristan stepped in my path, his golden-brown hair curling around his handsome face. The moonberry wine had spread a flush into his cheeks. “I was looking for you. Do you want to dance or hang out?”

“Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and towed him through the mob of inmates. Viktor always seemed extra annoyed by Tristan.

“Where are we going?” he yelled over the music.

“Somewhere quieter.” I pulled him up the stairs then out the door. Cool air hit my sweltering skin, and the silence was a welcome reprieve. I pushed Tristan against a wall.

His eyes widened. “Sloane, I—”

My fingers curled into his shirt, and I yanked him forward. “Just kiss me.”

The seelie didn’t need any more coaxing. His lips brushed against mine, slowly caressing and exploring. He tasted like strawberries and cotton candy.

How did Viktor taste?

Damn it. I shoved the unseelie prince’s image from my mind and focused on Tristan. I lifted on my toes to align my body with his, feeling hard muscles stretching and coiling beneath his clothes. Strong arms wrapped around my waist.

Kissing him was—fun.

“Sloane,” he murmured, his lips moving from my mouth to my neck.

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