Excerpt # 1
He didn't want to have to drag her all the way to a tree. It was bad enough he'd need to tie her up. Elfess plus honey would be a nice treat for the malevolent fairy. He'd be more than willing to come back for a fresh bite. The disease inside him wouldn't settle for anything less once it smelled the flesh and honey mix, like sugar to ants. There was no other way the bounty would come back otherwise, and if he didn't pay off his gambling debt, then someone would be sent for him. Sent to hurt him until he paid. Mother Earth forgive him for his trespasses against this female. If he thought the bounty would come for a male dipped in honey, he'd do it himself, but the fear she would put off would be all consuming for the wicked Malevolent that had taken over the creature.
He waited for the trees to surround them, for plenty of space between the hunter office and Cayenne. When she figured out what he was doing to her, he wanted to be far enough no one would hear her foul mouth .
"So where are we headed?" Cayenne asked.
"Go for that skinny tree over to the left." His voice came out low and even, thankfully. He chose the skinniest tree he could so the rope would fit around it and her. If he worked fast enough and took her by surprise, she wouldn't know what he was doing until it was too late. Besides, she carried a good right hook, and he didn't want to feel it again so soon.
Cayenne sauntered over to the brown trunk and stopped. She glanced up the tree and then back down to the ground. "What's so special about this one?"
Thorn took a deep breath. His heart protested loudly in his chest. If he was going to do this, now was his chance.
He rushed her with the rope stretched out in his hands. She slammed into the tree with an oof. He kept his body pressed roughly up against hers, twisted the rope around her wrists, and then closed his arms around the trunk. His fingers worked quick to tie the knot on the other side.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice came out in a high shrill.
He didn't answer her. If she was confused and irate, it would increase the lure like whip cream on a human sundae. He hoped she didn't become too afraid, and as soon as the spell was broken, he'd tell her he'd come back for her. Cayenne struggled against the restraints.
"Hawthorn! You bark rot! What have you done?"
Excerpt # 2
Hawthorn stood before her. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders filling up the space, and every bit the male she had seen a few hours ago. A jar of honey in his hand.
"What are you...how could––"
"I find you?" His voice rolled out calm and deep, slipping over her and moistening her panties.
"Yes. Find me." She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him. His gaze bore into hers, and she averted her eyes opening the door. "Come in."
He walked over the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. "I have a knack for finding the things I'm after." He grinned.
Cocky bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. "And what are you doing here?" Inside, butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say he'd come for her but, at the same time, was terrified at the thought of hearing him say it. Her mind jumped from one side to the other. Her hands fisted her shirt where he couldn't see.
"I told you I'd find you." He took one long stride toward her. "We left things a little..." He took another step, and she backed up until she hit the wall. "Steamy." His voice dropped so low she barely heard the last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.
"What...ah." She cleared her throat. "What do you want?"
Thorn put his free hand on the wall beside her, and she melted into him. How had he gotten so elfing good at teasing her? "I want you of course," he said, his lips barely above hers.
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