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“Drenched in blood,” he said softly. Like it was a prayer. “You’re too beautiful. It’s a sin. A curse. It’s fucking poison.”
“I think you should run now, Everly,” he said. “Run for your fucking life.”
Beautiful, wicked, bloody woman.
“Go on. Run, little witch.”
“Run away, run away. Don’t let me get my hands on you…”
“Oh, yes, please threaten me.” Anger coated her voice, and it made me giddy. I wanted to draw it out, one perfect thread in the web of her fear. “Will I be in trouble? Hm? What will you do to me?” She ran again, and I tsked, flying after her.
“Don’t tease! If you’re going to threaten me, do it properly!”
“Tell me what you are. Tell me what burns in your soul, what puts that vicious fire in your veins. Tell me why you run when you know you can’t escape.”
“It has been a thrilling game indeed, but I must insist you stop. Your blood sugar is incredibly low, and as much as I would adore to keep chasing you, if you go on further, you might cause yourself harm.”
adrenaline-induced poor decision making.
“Terribly sorry, lady witch. You should punish me for it. I deserve it, I really do.
I waited, fully intending to revel in whatever infliction of pain she deigned me worthy of, but it didn’t come. Strange.
“Why would a wolf choose not to bite?”
“Perhaps someone has convinced the wolf that she has no teeth.”
“If you apologize to me again, I’ll eat you.”
“I will eat you slowly. I will savor every inch of flesh and suck every tender morsel. I’ll savor you like a goddamn dessert.”
His long, red, forked tongue.
“A virgin…”
“Who desperately wants to be fucked to oblivion.” I wanted to melt into the ground.
“You should wear a bell so you don’t give me a heart attack.”
“A bell? Like the one’s humans put on their cats?” He tipped his head to the side curiously, seeming to give the idea some thought. “Only if you promise to drag me around on a leash. Then I’ll gladly wear your collar.”
I assure you, I find it very difficult to ignore your voice. Even when you’re not stroking my sigil.”
“I was told not to play with dangerous things,”
“But my mother is dead, and my father is wicked. So I think I’ll play how I please.”
“I can smell you. Constantly. Your skin, your sweat. Every change in your hormones, every chemical reaction in your brain. Your magic — I can’t escape it. It’s intoxicating. It’s irresistible. Every instinct in my brain demands I give in to it. So, I hold my breath.”
But as he stood there shuddering with the effort to hold back, waiting for me to give him permission before he even touched me, I was so turned on I felt feral. Nothing I’d read about, no porn I’d watched, had ever been so erotic as simply knowing how desperately he wanted me.
“Like honey on the tip of my tongue,”
“Like a knife at my throat. Or the first drink of liquor after a very long dry spell.”
“Like you’re defiant. Like it’s a challenge. It makes no difference to me, darling, except…”
“I’ll have to take my time with you so I don’t injure you. I’ll have to stretch you slowly, one finger at a time. I’ll make that sweet pussy drip for me.”
“You’re so beautiful,”
“Perfect for me to ruin.”
“I’m not going to break you, not this time. Take it for me. Take the pain, take the pleasure. Let yourself feel it.”
“I’m not going to break you this time. But you broke me the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“My beautiful thread of fate. My lady. My mistress.”
“You said yourself she should take the pleasure she wanted. And need I remind you that the human vaginal cavity is made to stretch to accommodate —” “I swear, if you dare try to explain childbirth to an old grandmother, I will curse you to never be erect again.”
“I don’t understand your anger,” I said. “Would you have preferred she penetrate me instead?”
“Wretched demon waited two thousand years for that woman and couldn’t even keep it in his pants for forty-eight hours. Typical.”
“Self-declared guardian,”
“Don’t fucking insult me, Leaina.” “I’ll damn well insult you if that’s what it takes,” she hissed. “You were seen clearly on security cameras, Callum. Wings, claws, all of it. You were recorded snatching him off the street, gouging his eyes out, and flying off with him.” “That’s unfortunate.”
“Literary pornography.”
“A little sadist hides behind that pretty face,”
“Fuck yes, darling. Hurt me.”
“You need someone to control you,”
“Do rules make you feel safe?”
“Why do you look at yourself with disdain?” he said, his tone truly confused. “As if any part of you is shameful. As if this beautiful body wasn’t perfectly designed to appeal to every single one of my senses. This soft skin, tender and warm.”
“The sound of your voice, sweet as a siren. The sight of you is enough to make me a beast with need. And the smell of you…”
“Intoxicating. The taste of you?”
“Divine.”
“These scars are our bond,”
