Page 136 of Sky’s Edge

I buckled in before I turned to look out the window to see we were nearly on top of what was, indeed, a fairytale castle.

Strictly, there was nothing demonic about it.

However, in my mind’s eye, I changed the white to the famous glittering black stone that came from the diablo quarry in southern Sky’s Edge, and it was an altogether different structure.

Still beautiful.

But a terrible beauty.

“Lore says,” Nayden began, and I went back to him, “this witch wove a failsafe in her curse. Lore says there will be a queen of the Edge who will break the curse on Berg Castle. She will be the perfect match to the king. She will come to him in a time of trouble. And her love for him will see him through those troubles. And the love and wisdom she offers him will keep him, their family, and the beings of the Edge safe. And when this king finds that queen, she’ll bring down the enchantments that lock the castle in an eternal freeze. And those of the Edge will know the king has found his perfect mate.”

My skin was feeling tingly in a manner I wasn’t sure I cared for, at the same time I knew it was excitement.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

He lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, but there was nothing nonchalant about the intent way he was gazing at me.

“You say there’s a good probability you’ll be in Tan’s life for a long time. He’s resolved to make you his queen. You should know about your beings, their history, myths, traditions.”

Hmm.

So maybe he didn’t simply dislike me because I’d messed things up with Tanyn.

Maybe there was a hint of him not wanting me, a demon from the Fall, to be his queen.

I didn’t ask after this, and not only because the jet was powering down to shift into hover for landing.

I shoved my tablet in my bag and grabbed my coat.

We landed.

I shot a quick glance out the window to see Tanyn standing at the edge of the landing bay, no coat (gods!), no hat (that male!), his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Scrummy.

Hurley was sitting beside him.

Quickly, I unbuckled, stood, swung on my coat, grabbed my bag and walked to the door.

It opened, the steps folded down and Nayden went first (he always went first, security protocol, according to Nayden), the pilot held back, and I stepped out.

Tanyn didn’t move (though, Hurley did, right to me, whereupon I bent to give him some pets, even as I kept moving), and I sauntered Tanyn’s way like I had all the time in the world to get to him.

Until I was ten feet away, then, very unlike me (and I didn’t give a crap) I skipped eagerly toward him, threw myself at him, locking my arms around his shoulders.

I caught his smile right before he kissed me.

And I felt like I’d come home.

The male refused to let me have the top!

This was why he was covered in scratch and bite marks, and my pale skin was coming up with delicious bruises.

Granted, there were often times where I got distracted from my goal, and these times centered around when he was kissing me, I was tasting his skin on my tongue, he got two strong fingers inside me, I got a few strokes in on his cock, and the like.

But when Tanyn had his lips locked around my nipple, and he was concentrating on driving me mad by sucking hard at it, I struggled through the waves of pleasure, planted a foot in the bed, heaved and rolled him to his back.

Triumphantly, I swung a leg over his hips to straddle him and reached for his cock to get it inside me.