“Josh moved the picture around, enlarging it, studying it intently, and suddenly grinned. “I see your husband kept the Prince Albert. You enjoying it?” Kevin felt himself turning red. “Very much so.” Josh” — 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
“But I’m not human. And if you’ll stop fighting me, I might be able to heal you. If I don’t die trying.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“This has to be the fecking strangest way to say ‘I love you desperately and will you marry me?” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Why did Conall call him his soul-share? Whatever that was. His eyes snapped open. I understood it. Scair-anam. Soul-share. How? ” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
