The Wild Hunt by Maree Rose

Author:Maree Rose [Rose, Maree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Maree Rose Publishing
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Lorcan

Ifeel the shiver of power along my spine and grind my teeth together, my attention leaving the sniveling fae kneeling at my feet. He should probably consider himself lucky to have my attention diverted away.

Without bothering to dismiss him I stand, stepping down from the raised dais and making my way from the throne room. Only giving a passing thought to wonder if he will stay there out of fear for the repercussions. Two of my guardsmen follow at a discrete distance behind me as I make my way along the hallway, with only one destination in mind.

I know exactly what that particular feeling was and it spells trouble for my Huntsman.

When I finally push through Cianán’s door, I find the room empty and the forest quiet as though it's waiting silently for its master. Get in line. The thought crosses my mind as I narrow my eyes, closing the door behind me and leaving the guard on the outside. A new scent reaches me on the breeze and a growl builds in my chest.

The scent lingers in the air like a taunt, wrapping around me with the unmistakable tang of arousal and magic, a heady mix that makes my muscles tense with anticipation. He had someone here, in this very room. I can still taste the faint trace of her in the atmosphere—her fear, her confusion, her fleeting pleasure. My Huntsman has been busy. Too busy.

As I sit on the edge of Cianán’s bed, my hand brushes idly against the silk sheets, the smooth fabric a poor imitation of the softness of skin.

I don’t have to wait long before I sense the shift in the air. The quiet that lingers around the room grows heavier, and the faint rustle of the forest beyond feels like a distant heartbeat. Shadows twist in the center of the room, thickening.

Then he appears. Cianán. My Huntsman steps from within the shadows. His movements are smooth, practiced, but I can see the hesitation in his eyes. He didn’t expect to see me here. Not so soon.

The wicked grin he usually wears diminishes for a second as his green eyes meet mine, surprise flickering across his face. His composure is swift to return though, and without a word, he strides forward, shedding the glamor and kneeling at my feet. Closer than normal.

That smirk disappears when I wrap my hand around his throat, the silver-tipped claws I wear on my fingers digging into his skin.

"Have you been playing without me, mo shealgóir?" I purr, my voice as sharp as the claws pressing into his neck.

Cianán’s eyes widen briefly at the accusation before meeting mine with defiance. His golden skin flushes under my touch, and I can feel the thrum of his pulse under my fingers, a wild rhythm that excites the darker parts of me. He knows he’s in trouble, yet there's a thrill in him, a challenge in his gaze.

"I can smell her," I whisper, my lips brushing his, the scent of honey and blood still fresh in his mouth.

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