The Unseelie King's Rebel by Alisha Klapheke

Author:Alisha Klapheke [Klapheke, Alisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-10T16:00:00+00:00

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BRONWYN

Was I dreaming? Yes. I had to be.

Toren, King of the Unseelie, was pouring hot water over my hair and humming softly to me. Yep. Had to be a dream.

The cup clicked on the stone floor as he set it down and finished wetting my hair. I heard him shuffling around then he was stroking the crown of my head and the nape of my neck with a bar of scented soap. It smelled divine, but wasn’t nearly as divine as the feel of his other hand in my hair. His knuckles rolled gently over my scalp, and he drew my tresses over my shoulder. Shivers of pleasure danced down my body, and I tried to stifle my sighs so I didn’t seem so ridiculously green and desperate for his touch.

He handed me the bar of soap, then set to drawing his claws carefully from my hairline at my forehead down the length of my hair. My thighs clenched, and I smoothed the soap over my neck and down avoiding my wound. He poured water over me again. The heat and the sound of his humming made my head swim as if I were fully under the water. I was delighted to drown in the feel of this moment.

With soft movements, he rung out my hair, twisted it, and tucked the ends so it stayed in place. He had long hair too so I supposed he had experience. This had to be a Fae sort of thing to do. I couldn’t imagine a human male being this considerate and tender. But maybe they were. I didn’t know anything about it. Gantu hadn’t been this kind certainly.

Toren ran a hand over my shoulder. His hand was warmer than the water and though he had callouses from sword fighting and life in general, his palm was smooth and pleasant. I lifted his hand and studied his gray-black claws. They were more like talons, really. Like small versions of the ones he had in his dragon form.

His breath tickled my ear. “Do you find me interesting?”

“I do.”

“Would you like to see how the Unseelie tempt their females?”

“If all of that hair washing and humming isn’t a part of the repertoire, I highly suggest you add it.”

His chuckle warmed my cheek. “I’ll remember that.”

“Show me.” Avoiding my cut, I set his hand above my breast, curiosity whirling around the desire that pooled low in my body.

He drew one talon up the column of my throat, then set it against my pulse beneath my jaw. My heart raced. He could kill me with one rip of that finger.

“Are you afraid?”

“A little. I am trying to trust you. I mean, I do, but I don’t.”

He huffed a quiet laugh that dusted over the nape of my exposed neck. “The fear heightens your senses, and because I’ve proven I won’t actually hurt you…”

His pause urged me to speak.

“You have proven so,” I said.

“Then the fear is a gentle one. A pleasant one, if you will.”

His other hand

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