The Dark Huntsman: A Fantasy Romance of The Black Court (Tales of The Black Court Book 1) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Jessica Aspen
I’m a little dizzy.” She dropped onto the couch in front of the fire, wrapping her blanket tighter around her body in a protective shield. “You rip me out of my circle, give me no time for grounding, drag me through portal after portal…”
He moved in front of the couch. And she realized she’d made a big mistake.
When she’d been standing, his power had made her nervous. Now, looking at his muscular thighs and close-fitting leather pants was worse. Eye level with his groin, she had proof he was aware of her naked body under the blanket. Heat washed through her, pooling low in her center. She flushed.
Sitting had been a mistake.
Trina angled back against the couch, closed her eyes, and tried to get her brain working.
“Wake up, witch. We have a bargain to conclude.” The deep, hypnotic tone of his voice sank straight into her belly, sending little electric pulses zipping through her already aroused center.
She was a gypsy and a MacElvy, not simply human. The smidgen of fae blood running through her veins would help her resist his natural attraction. She could and she would fight this. She opened one reluctant eye, then the other, since it was plain he wasn’t going away and she had to deal with him. He stood, too close, his beautiful inhuman eyes gleaming.
The bastard knew the magnetic effect his species had on hers. He enjoyed this.
Anger stiffened her spine. “I told you before, I have nothing for you.” Trina ran through her list of options, frantically thinking of anything she could bargain with. She had nothing. She was naked for Danu’s sake. What could he possibly want?
“Everyone has something of value.” His voice was persistent, drawing her down to a dark, desirable destination.
“You said you wouldn't take my life.”
“No. I said it would be a shame if I did. The queen has ordered me to kill what I found, and I found you. I have no problem with you personally, but if I don’t kill you, I will have to deal with the queen.” His gloves slapped a distracting rhythm against his leather-clad thigh, drawing her attention again to the evident bulge a foot away from her face.
“What could I possibly have that you might want?”
Damn it. That question had been too open-ended. She needed to think before opening her mouth. Her spinning brain tried to go through its directory, searching for anything practical out of all the information Aunt Theresa had stuffed into her over the years. Horror stories and fairy tales flashed through her mind. It took a shrewd person to conclude a deal with the fae with no loopholes. Everything she could come up with hadn't ended well. Real fairy tales had no happy endings.
He squatted down in front of her, resting his hands on powerful thighs. She thought he’d had the advantage of height before. Now his gaze was level with hers and the smell of hot leather rose.
Her breath locked tight in her throat.
Rules. There were rules he had to follow, what were they?
He was close, so close, too close. Nearly touching her. His heat warmed her through the blanket, speeding her heart up, melting her down.
He leaned in, and she trembled.
“What about your body?” he whispered.
Her breathing came fast and loud in her tight throat as his mouth drew close to hers. The moment pulsed as her body considered his offer.
She broke through the spell of his attraction. “You can't be serious,” she said and pressed back into the couch to get away from the mesmerizing attraction of his lips. “I don't even know you.”
He shifted back and she found her breath. His arrogant mouth flirted with a smile and his voice took on an indifferent tone, as if negotiating for her life was nothing.
“I’m sparing your life, risking the wrath of the queen and her court. I can ask for much.” His indolent gaze raked her nudity through the scant covering of wool. She damned her body’s instant softening.
“You willing in my bed would be sufficient recompense.”
A sudden picture
He moved in front of the couch. And she realized she’d made a big mistake.
When she’d been standing, his power had made her nervous. Now, looking at his muscular thighs and close-fitting leather pants was worse. Eye level with his groin, she had proof he was aware of her naked body under the blanket. Heat washed through her, pooling low in her center. She flushed.
Sitting had been a mistake.
Trina angled back against the couch, closed her eyes, and tried to get her brain working.
“Wake up, witch. We have a bargain to conclude.” The deep, hypnotic tone of his voice sank straight into her belly, sending little electric pulses zipping through her already aroused center.
She was a gypsy and a MacElvy, not simply human. The smidgen of fae blood running through her veins would help her resist his natural attraction. She could and she would fight this. She opened one reluctant eye, then the other, since it was plain he wasn’t going away and she had to deal with him. He stood, too close, his beautiful inhuman eyes gleaming.
The bastard knew the magnetic effect his species had on hers. He enjoyed this.
Anger stiffened her spine. “I told you before, I have nothing for you.” Trina ran through her list of options, frantically thinking of anything she could bargain with. She had nothing. She was naked for Danu’s sake. What could he possibly want?
“Everyone has something of value.” His voice was persistent, drawing her down to a dark, desirable destination.
“You said you wouldn't take my life.”
“No. I said it would be a shame if I did. The queen has ordered me to kill what I found, and I found you. I have no problem with you personally, but if I don’t kill you, I will have to deal with the queen.” His gloves slapped a distracting rhythm against his leather-clad thigh, drawing her attention again to the evident bulge a foot away from her face.
“What could I possibly have that you might want?”
Damn it. That question had been too open-ended. She needed to think before opening her mouth. Her spinning brain tried to go through its directory, searching for anything practical out of all the information Aunt Theresa had stuffed into her over the years. Horror stories and fairy tales flashed through her mind. It took a shrewd person to conclude a deal with the fae with no loopholes. Everything she could come up with hadn't ended well. Real fairy tales had no happy endings.
He squatted down in front of her, resting his hands on powerful thighs. She thought he’d had the advantage of height before. Now his gaze was level with hers and the smell of hot leather rose.
Her breath locked tight in her throat.
Rules. There were rules he had to follow, what were they?
He was close, so close, too close. Nearly touching her. His heat warmed her through the blanket, speeding her heart up, melting her down.
He leaned in, and she trembled.
“What about your body?” he whispered.
Her breathing came fast and loud in her tight throat as his mouth drew close to hers. The moment pulsed as her body considered his offer.
She broke through the spell of his attraction. “You can't be serious,” she said and pressed back into the couch to get away from the mesmerizing attraction of his lips. “I don't even know you.”
He shifted back and she found her breath. His arrogant mouth flirted with a smile and his voice took on an indifferent tone, as if negotiating for her life was nothing.
“I’m sparing your life, risking the wrath of the queen and her court. I can ask for much.” His indolent gaze raked her nudity through the scant covering of wool. She damned her body’s instant softening.
“You willing in my bed would be sufficient recompense.”
A sudden picture
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