What are you doing?" she whispered.
He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

Are you nervous?"...
"A little."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No, just go slow."
"I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.

You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.

Lauren was his and he wasn’t letting her go.

Reapers are the hands of Death. Death might be the judge, but the Reapers are the executioners. They police all Fae."
"So kill the bastards."
Taraeth glanced at his glass. "MNo one knows who the Reapers are. No one as even seen Death. We can't fight what we don't see or know."
"So... you're afraid of some whispers?"
"What do you think has been hunting the Fae besides the Kings? The Reapers."
Mikkel made a sound at the back of his throat. "Has anyone ever seen one of these Reapers?"
"You see one, you die."
"Of course you do," Mikkel scoffed.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.