A Friday Free Read
From the World of Blood and Fire
Caleb’s quarters were dark, lit only by the flickering half-light of candles ensconced in little braziers along the wall. His rooms were deep within the family’s sprawling manor, no windows to the outside. Typical of him. A fair scene for secret sins.
He took me with a passion born deep, a hunger and desire we’d kept simmering on the fire for far too long. He devoured me, every part of me, eating me up like a proud, powerful lion. He couldn’t be starved—Caleb would never have any trouble finding willing partners. Tall and brooding, he turns women’s heads with his long, tawny blonde hair and roughly stubbled jaw; he speaks with a gently rolling brogue, calling ladies lassies and fillies and luvs. He's deadly and dangerous, anyone could tell, and I’d seen scores of hot-blooded women throw themselves at his mercies, offering him their bodies with gleeful desire. I know he’s a man who’s never had to go without: still, when we came together, he was consumed by an intensity that drove me wild.
Caleb could have any woman he wanted. It was part of his contract.
“Shyla,” he gasped, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me with feverish lust. “Och, Shyla, you're like fire.”
Any woman but me, that is.
