The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

4. Until he Submitted

Kaitlin:

My eyes dropped back to the black smoke and I followed it as it began to cling like shadows on the Prince's milky skin. Like the other times Devlin's used his powers around me, I stood captivated as I watched the shadows almost dance along his skin as they settled back to it's proper place. 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. His kind fed on negative emotions and judging from his expression, the wyvern made for the quite the meal.

I kept my sword up because although it might looked like he was helping, there was no reason for him to which meant he'd come with ulterior motives. That and I was a bit ticked off since it wasn't the first time he stolen a hefty kill from me. He wasn't here for the reward, right?

"If you keep doing this I'm going to have to petition the fae Queen into giving me your allowance." I warned him.

Devlin let out a light 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 so I thought I'd help myself." he explained, voice cloaked with honey. 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. 

Devlin was the pretty type 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 and leave 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 run my fingers through his hair. I needed to start pulling out those teeth because I truly didn't know how much of Devlin was glamour, and I really didn't want to find out. 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 to experiment with. When I turned, Devlin had his head tilted and was examining me from head to toe, "You been quite reserved as of late."

A literal "Ha," left my lips. Only fae would call facing off against a wyvern reserved. I shook my head as an evil lopsided grin graced his face and he offered me a hint of his true form with his eyes and teeth. I was rendered temporarily speechless for the second it took for him to sudden teleport directly in front of me. He grabbed me before I could move. His face strangely passive compared to before. I barely got my curse word out when I realized what he was plotting. He forced me on his next jump with him and it was a lot more nauseating than he ever made it look. His composure was perfect before and afterwards. Mine, not so much.