Monsters Under Mistletoe: A Monstrous Holiday Anthology by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

Eryri danced unchained, no boundaries between him and the snow and the princess in his arms. Her delight brought him to life, magic soaring free inside him. The whole theatre gleamed, as if a great glass coffin had been shattered.

“Sometimes a prince and a princess meet,” she murmured. “Perhaps one was trapped in a slumber, and the other braved a thicket of thorns to get near, wanting the beating heart more than the serene surface.” She cupped his cheek. “And you wake up.”

His chest swelled as he scooped her closer and stopped dancing.

The ice on the floor disappeared in splashes of sparkle. Renée wet her lip and trailed her fingertips over the embroidered mistletoe on her bodice. “You know the rule.”

Eryri tried and failed not to fixate on her hand wandering over her breast. “The rule?”

She teased the silver leaves and pearl berries. “If there's mistletoe, you have to kiss under it. Or by it.”

His heart thumped still. “There's another rule. The dragon doesn't kiss the princess.”

She arched an eyebrow. “If it makes the princess happy to be kissed by a dragon, then that is his duty to the story.”

Eryri’s tongue felt thick, his stomach in rapid somersaults. He stared at where her snow-white fingers plucked thread. She smelled of jasmine, of sweet, surrendering nights. The blade of Taniad drove through him, splitting his resolve apart.

With a slow, shaking breath, he ducked and pressed closed lips to the shallow softness of her breast.

“Speaking of stories, do you know the one about mistletoe?” he said quietly. “A mistletoe dart killed the prince of the gods. It’s like the bow of Eros, inescapable. They used to call him all-vanquishing. Even the strongest, most beautiful man can take a mortal wound if it strikes his heart.”

She tucked her knuckle under his chin to tilt his face to hers. “Do you like that idea? Being vanquished?”

He hesitated, then nodded. She ran her thumb along the quill stroke of his mouth. “If mistletoe can fell a beautiful man, I'd like to be in that story tonight.”

He went down on one knee, lowering them until she was curled in his lap. His cheek leaned into her hand. “And if this is a princess story, I want to serve.”

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