Heart Over Sword
Chapter 221: A Taste Of Me

Chapter 221: A Taste Of Me

Fiza instantly spotted the royal lovers. She watched them from afar. They were still up, watching the stars, or in a sickeningly sweet scene, Evanna watched the stars, and Arawn watched her. It was strange to see the prince seeming so vulnerable, features soft and in love.

The fae shook her head in disapproval, kicking the frosty grass as she turned from them and continued on her patrol. From her network of spies and all the intel she knew, even seeing the Florian prince in the past from a distance, Arawn had a ruthless reputation, rumours stating of his cold heart. What she saw tonight was not a ruthless prince but a young elf captivated by his love.

Between them, they had many enemies and many obstacles still to overcome. It could bring ruin to them both. But the prince might hide his affection for her in public. Not that it mattered to her; it was up to them. She was not a part of their courts. She wasn’t even a part of any fae courts, not really. She drifted through them, not taking any sides or showing loyalty to any.

She was just a fae earning her way to luxuries, dismissing the ugly rumours of being ’cursed’ because her skin was pale white with a hint of shimmering blue. That was the only difference between her and the other night fae. They had beautiful, smooth skin of dark navy, and hers was like snow.

Unlike how Ronan, Axel and even occasionally Garrett looked at her, she was disgusting and vile among her own kind. But did that affect her? No. She was a damn spymaster, slave to no one, and full of secrets that could destroy kingdoms. Nobody could look down on her now.

Except for Garrett, it seemed. Though his disdain seemed more personal, like he despised himself for finding her attractive. The funny thing was, though, it gave her great joy in bringing the elf down a peg or two.

With her thoughts turning to the dark elf, Fiza finished her fifth loop around the area. Arawn and Evanna were asleep on the hill, but the fae knew Evanna had senses like that of the fae. She would most likely wake before the elven prince if something dangerous came by. Nodding to herself, Fiza returned to the camp, her eyes roaming over the men sleeping quietly until they landed on the brute of an elf, Garrett.

Fiza’s eyes remained on him for a while as she crept through the camp. Her eyes trailed across his large, muscular form, his long braided hair pulled back, the scar that none could see in such dim lighting, but it was like the human’s daylight to her right now. She could see the elf clearly. Even in his sleep, Garrett scowled, but it didn’t form any wrinkles or lines on his smooth, unblemished face.

Slowly Fiza crawled over to his side. The giant of an elf lay on his back, one hand lose on his sword and the other resting by his side. Fiza looked at him a moment more. He was annoyingly handsome in a rugged, dark and dangerous kind of way. Though she had to admit, beneath his brutality, Garrett had strong features, a straight nose, a sharp jawline, and plump, slightly dry lips. They still urged her to kiss them, though.

Fiza’s lips quirked to one side as amusement slipped over her eyes. She lightly crawled over him until she slipped quietly under his fur blanket and straddled him, her arms on his warm, broad, and muscular chest. She pressed her body against his and brought her face to his neck, stopping when the cold point of his sword touched her throat.

Garrett had either been awake the entire time, or his reflexes were just that quick. Fiza giggled lightly, keeping her voice melodiously low. "*What if I wasn’t lying?*" she whispered seductively, continuing their conversation from earlier in the day. Her finger twirled on the blade’s end, playing with it, amused, eyes locking with his.

The sword lowered to the ground. Garrett’s hands slid up her legs, her back, pressing her into him more, one hand going into her hair, the other resting on her waist. "*Do you really want a taste of me?*" His deep, baritone voice vibrated from his chest and sent tingles through her body.

Fiza’s sharp nail went to Garrett’s throat, scratching slightly before she lowered her lips to the same spot, leaving a gentle, feather-light kiss that returned a low rumbling groan from his throat. She smiled against his skin, leaving a light nip and a kiss leading up to his pointed ears. "*Can you not tell?*"

Both his hands gripped her waist tightly then, in one swift motion, Fiza was spun around until Garrett hovered over her, her wrists in one of his hands above her. She licked her lips, enjoying the way he breathed heavily, eyes on her lips and lowering appreciatively to her chest and the rest of her body. He lowered his face to hers, grip tightening on her wrists painfully, but instead of intimidation, it instigated pleasure.

Fiza watched Garrett’s lips get closer to hers, she could feel his breath on her skin, but instead of kissing her like she was irritably started to want more, her thighs tightening in response, he chuckled darkly against her throat, lips trailing up her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Fiza gasped, her hips buckling at her second most sensitive spot.

"*No. Lies fall from those pretty little lips like leaves drop in autumn." Garrett released her ear and glared at her. "Now stop playing your games and get back on watch.*"

He fell onto his back, and before Fiza could try anything else, she felt his sharp blade pointed in between her legs. The night fae looked at the threat to her sex and to the man crazy enough to pull such a stunt on her. But it brought such awareness to her core that she felt aroused by it. Garrett smirked, eyes glittering at the surprise and blush spreading on her cheeks.

"*You do know how to treat a lady, Sir Garrett.*" Her fingers slid along the blade and slowly moved it away from her.

"*You’re not a lady,*" he grunted in response, his eyes trained on her, expression bored and as though he was entirely in control of the sword and the situation.

Fiza leaned towards him, stopping when the blade moved back to her thighs. Her lips pulled back in a smile. "*I didn’t say I don’t like the way you treat me, comrade." She hopped up and stood by his head, locking her gaze with his. "Like you said. I have to return to my post.*"

The night fae turned around and started to walk, smiling to herself as she felt his heated stare roaming her body. She looked over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "*Let’s play again soon.*" She winked and began leaving before he could decline.

Fiza swore she heard him chuckle and respond, "*I look forward to it.*" But she wasn’t sure if that was in her head. She hoped it wasn’t. Garrett may have been abrupt, teasing and invigoratingly rough, but one thing he couldn’t hide was his desire for her. It had pinned her stomach down as much as his hands, and that made her excited for next time because there was a next time.