Forged by Malice (Beasts of the Briar, #3)

by Elizabeth Helen

The feel of this skin beneath mine is like coming home.

“You’ve shown me your love every single day we’ve spent together. I know your tender heart. But I want every part of my mate. So, fuck me, Ezryn. Unleash yourself on me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Baby Girl.” “Try me,” I breathe. He leans down, lips to my ear, voice a low growl. “Your word is ‘mercy’. Unless you say it or mouth it, I will give you none.”

“I’m not waiting to take you,” Ezryn growls. “I’ve waited my entire lifetime.”

There is a darkness in me that cannot be purged.” “Then I will love you in the darkness,” I say.

“There is nothing—nothing—that could keep me from you. No blood nor blade nor judgment cast upon me. I would tear my bones from the grips of death and offer a thousand more in my stead if it means you await me at the end of it all.”

His voice is so raspy and brittle, like he barely remembers how to speak. Like he only knows how to exist in the moments of pure adrenaline: in battle or fucking me on a blood-covered floor.