The Wolf's Blood Witch B1✅

4. Until he Submitted

Kaitlin:

My eyes dropped back to the smoke as it curled back, clinging to Prince Devlin's milky ksin like living shadows. I stood captivated as I watched the shadows almost dance along his skin as they settled back to it's proper place like always. It was only when I was certain they'd been sated by the wyvern's anger, frustration, fear and hatred that I met Devlin's dopey gaze. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was a high out of his mind teenager with a few too many tattoos and crazy contact lenses as he was stupidly blissed out. His kind fed on negative emotions and judging from his expression, the wyvern made for the quite the meal.

I  didn't lower my sword. Devlin might have looked like he was helping, but fae never did anything without an angle. That and I was a bit ticked off since it wasn't the first time he stolen a payday right out from under me. 

"If you keep poaching my kills, I'll petition the fae Queen into docking your allowance." I warned him.

Devlin let out a lazy chuckle as he moved forward towards me. His index finger landed on the side of my sword and pushed it lightly aside. I could've stopped him but knew it was best that I'd keep my anger at bay. He'd fed from me before and I didn't want to encourage him into making a habit of it. It had been out of necessity and I wanted to keep it that way. I eyed him suspiciously and waited for him to tell me what this was about.

"You haven't been feeding me," he said, his voice honey sweet and deceptive as always,  "So I thought I'd help myself." He smiled then in most ways women found irresistible but I knew that the form he wore wasn't real.

Fae could glamor themselves to look human when in reality some were hideous while others were quite beautiful. In my experience, the prettier ones were more devious and the ones who were able to appear the most human tended to be older. Those were the ones to watch out for because they were a toss up. Oh and the ones that looked like fragile children? Stay the hell away. Real fae children didn't walk around in this realm. 

Devlin was the pretty type— the too pretty kind, and judging by how I hadn't sensed him until shortly before he attacked, he'd likely teleported in. From my knowledge, that ability was rare among fae. I refrained from reminding the Prince that I was under no obligations to feed him but it might give him ideas. He'd lose interest in me if I played passive and leave more quickly. He usually did unless he knew I was baking. 

I sidestepped for the wyvern's limp body and away from Devlin's unworldly perfect face. His high cheekbones were drawing attention to his flawless bow lips and reminding me of the last time he fed on me when I'd lost myself to anger. When he fed on my emotions, he used his lips because he knew it made me squirm. I'd seem him feed on others and knew it wasn't necessary.

Unlike usual, his platinum blond hair was hanging past his shoulders and framing it like an elf from Lord of the Rings. He didn't like that comparison but all he was missing was the pointy ears. My fingers were inching to touch it and I shoved the thought down hard. Contrary to my nether regions, I really didn't want to find out how much of Devlin was glamor. Knowing what he could do and what he thought of those who weren't fae was enough for me.

I finished gathering the wyvern's teeth way too quickly and took a few of it's talons and scales. When I turned, Devlin had his head tilted as I were a puzzle piece he'd misplaced, 

"You've been... quite reserved as of late."

A literal "Ha," left my lips, "Only fae would call fighting a wyvern reserved." 

His grin flashed too white and a ripple of his true form slide into his eyes, and my throat closed long enough for him to vanish. 

He reappeared directly in front of me, too fast for my reflexes, and locked his grip on my arms. His face was empty with unreadable stillness.