“I wish I knew how to ask him to be gentle. The thought was in his head, but in Rian’s unmistakable Belfast tones. I’ve never made love... but, then, maybe I’m not meant for such. Cuinn” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Cuinn knew what he would see —a trail of stars, the Pattern’s claiming mark on a Royal, gleaming silver-blue along the torso of... Of… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t stop seeing the Prince Royal’s eyes. Mouth. Extremely grabbable hair. Perfect ass. Down, Cuinn. Bad Fae.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Josh leaned in and kissed Conall’s forehead. “Come on, get dressed. There’s a place you can stay for a few days. Until I can… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Tiernan smiled, slowly, and caught Kevin’s hand. “It means ‘lover’, where I come from.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“He looked down at the gleaming surface, and fought down dizzying vertigo. The silver-blue Pattern gleamed in the circle below him, its lines finer… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Then allow me to repeat myself, your Grace.” He bowed slightly, letting his mildness carry the weight of his sarcasm. “No.” “Perhaps” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“How long has it been?” He gave the underside of the human’s cock a slow reverse lollipop lick, head to balls. “Since you let… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
