Free TwistedRevenge by Mia Bishop

felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her.
    “Easy there, Red. I think you should just relax for a
minute.”
    He eased himself onto the grass next to her and propped
himself up on his elbow, “You are very beautiful, you know that, don’t you?”
    Her cheeks burned for about the millionth time since she’d
met him. “Thank you.”
    “And I like it when you blush.”
    “I seem to do that a lot around you.” Even in this beautiful
place and after the pleasure he just gave her, she still couldn’t shake the
uneasy feeling knotting in her stomach. Her brow creased. “Luc? What if I’m not
ready to fight these wolves?”
    “You will be.” He glanced down at the grass and picked at a single
blade of green that had been smashed during their fun. When his eyes traveled
up to meet hers again there was something different about them. She couldn’t
put her finger on it— sadness, sorrow—neither of those made sense but when he
spoke, his tone was no longer playful. “You were born to destroy them.”
    She groaned. “How though? I tried to spar with you and I
freaked out and that just led to…” she paused and felt her cheeks warm, “well,
you know.”
    He gave her a smirk but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It
led to me devouring you like a condemned man enjoying his last meal.”
    Rowan threw her head back and laughed. “That was terribly
clichéd. Can’t you do better than that?”
    “I’m sure I could do worse.” He winked. “I drank you down
like a man dying from dehydration?”
    She wiped her eyes as her shoulders shook from laughing
harder. “I think I liked your first one better.”
    He leaned over, lightly brushing his lips against hers. His
hands threaded through her hair, his tongue teased her mouth until she opened
for him. She moaned against his lips as his tongue warred with hers. She could
feel herself scooting closer to him, his mouth was demanding her submission and
she was willing to give him it right there in the meadow. Her leg draped over
his hip and he ground against her naked body, but he pulled back. “How about we
just say I gave you the best kiss you’ve ever had?”
    She nodded. “That’s an understatement. But I still don’t
know how I will defeat the wolves.”
    Luc sat up, resting his arms on his knees as he gave a slow
nod. “I can’t explain how, I just know you will. Your instincts are unlocking,
slowly, but they are still there.” He glanced over at her. “No one says it has
to be a pretty win. You’ll figure it out.” She started to open her mouth but he
cut her off. “We’ll keep practicing while we’re on the trail. Trust me, okay?”
    “Okay, I trust you.”
    “Good. Now let’s get you laced up. I think if we stay any
longer the fairies will put us under a spell.”
    Rowan gasped. She’d forgotten about the sprites in the
forest. “Oh God, they were watching us?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, and they liked what they saw.” When she
wrinkled her nose in disgust, he laughed harder. “Not like that. They feed off
intimate emotions, passion, lust, love. When there is negative energy around
them they become malevolent sprites—we call them Brownies then. They are
buggers, real hard to get rid of and they live to torment and trick people, but
the ones here are untouched by evil. They are kind and feed on the emotions
given off when two people are intimate.” He pointed toward the field of
flickering colorful lights. “They light up like that. If you listen carefully,
you can hear them singing their tune. If we stay here any longer we will be
lulled into their trance and we will do nothing but fuck each other senseless
until we waste away from lack of food and water.”
    Rowan gasped. “That’s horrible. I thought you said they are
the good ones.”
    “They don’t mean to trap people, but it’s in their nature to
encourage people to…”
    “To make love?”
    Luc snickered. “More like make them screw like rabbits, but
yeah, we can pretty it up and