Preferably by a writhing, dark-haired goddess with bright blue—
My eyes widened, the scene unraveling before me an impossible sight.
Holy shit, it’s cerulean.
I could see her magic unfolding as she mentally stroked my spell, learning and manipulating the ends and crafting it into a spell of her own.
“You’re—” A jolt of heat directly to my groin had me falling to the mattress beside her on a spasm so violent that my heart seriously stopped.
Aflora’s beautiful gaze captured mine, her smile that of a seductress with her enchantment wrapped around my dick. Literally. She gave it a stroke, and I grabbed her hip in response, our bodies turning toward each other on the bed. “Fuck, Aflora.”
Definitely not a virgin or inexperienced.
Not with a grip like that.
“You said to use the spell against you,” she replied, her tone still husky but this time filled with feminine pleasure. “How am I doing?”
“Wonderfully,” I admitted on a hoarse exhale, jolting as she did it again. My grip tightened as I fought the instinct to push her to her back and truly take over. To kiss her deeply, rip off her clothes, and fuck her until my heart stopped again.
But that sliver of cerulean magic taunted my senses, grounding me in the reality of our situation. Not only had she just learned a spell through touch, but she’d also unwoven it and reapplied it in a way only a Quandary Blood could. And the color surrounding her magical essence proved it.
Aflora was absolutely an abomination.
A problem I would eventually need to slaughter.
If I were smart, I’d end her now and not wait for her to grow any stronger. There was a reason the Quandary line died out.
The Midnight Fae had slaughtered them all.
This female posed more risk to my ascension than anyone I’d ever met.
Yet my instinct had me pulling her closer, not pushing her away.
The urge to protect such a precious gift overwhelmed me, consumed my ability to think clearly. “Aflora,” I whispered, my lips suddenly dangerously close to hers. “You have no idea how unique you truly are.”
She released her mental grip on my cock, her energy vanishing as she captured my gaze. “I know more than you realize.”
“Can you tell me about your parents?”
“What about them?”
“Did they have any Dark Fae heritage?” I wondered out loud, trying to solve the mystery of her creation. Because these talents couldn’t have come from Shade. He was one hundred percent Death Blood. “You’re displaying Quandary Blood gifts, and I have no idea how that’s possible.”
“Quandary Blood?” she repeated, frowning.
“The sixth line,” I explained, ignoring my twinge of annoyance at her not thoroughly having researched our kind. Every fae kingdom treated politics differently. And she was right about her upbringing being vastly different from mine. I grew up with parents. She grew up fighting for her existence against some unknown plague that later turned out to be abomination related.
How ironic, given her situation.
“My parents were Earth Fae,” she said slowly. “Not Midnight Fae.”
“Either that’s not true”—which was my suspicion—“or Shade’s bite somehow infected you with the rarest gifts among our kind. Quandary Bloods haven’t existed in over a thousand years.”
“What happened to them?”
I wasn’t going to lie to her. “We killed them all.”
Her eyebrows shot upward. “What? Why?”