Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

“Of course. I was on my way to the dungeons to assist Maevyth with a bath.” He ground his teeth harder at the mention of her name, loathing the way it stirred a deep and pleasurable surge of blood to his cock. “Good. Her scent has become absolutely repulsive.” Acids shot up into his throat, and Zevander realized the Nilmirth still hadn’t entirely left his system.

“She danced so beautifully, the men wept and women fainted. And at the end of the dance, she lay on the floor as if to rest. And she never woke again. Her chest bore a gaping hole where it appeared her heart had been mysteriously torn out by an unseen force.”

He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.

“Maevyth,” he called out for me, and I paused, with my hand on the lever. “We can never do this again.”

“Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!”

The others slowed their approach as he stepped through the portal. After his mate.

“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night. This insatiable craving I feel …” A muscle in his jaw twitched with the tension in his words and he squeezed my hand. “I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”