A Tribute of Fire (The Eye of the Goddess, #1)

by Sariah Wilson

He kissed me like he hadn’t eaten in months and I was a table laden with all of his favorite foods. He devoured me. His

As if I could have him on his knees, begging for my touch and my kiss.

you want more?”

Demaratus had taught me that self-control was of the utmost importance. But Jason had obliterated mine.

“If you want to go, you should go now.”

“Who do I have to kill?”

“It doesn’t hurt.” And it was the truth. I hadn’t thought of it at all until he’d touched it. “Even if it did, it would be worth the pain to be close to you.”

Jason was magic, no matter what he’d said. He had created some kind of potion that emanated directly from his skin and lips and I was helpless against it. Like he was a shape-shifting terawolf with a special kind of venom that went into my bloodstream like a sickness, infecting every part of my being. The only solution was to keep kissing him, to touch more of him, to move against him. As if he were both the cure and the disease.

Now I understood the urge to bite. To devour. To consume.

I’d never considered myself weak but I was quickly learning that, when it came to him, that wasn’t true.

“Because I will see you. There will be obstacles in our path, but we are fated. Destined. I know us and what we will be. I know you.”

“You bastard.” “I assure you, my parents were married and I’m entirely legitimate.”

His gaze was hot, intense, and despite how incandescently angry I was with him, despite all the things I blamed him for, I could feel my body responding. It urged me to step forward, to go with him if it meant he would kiss me again.