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August 20 - August 21, 2022
“If you weren’t frightened by the manipulative murderer with a bad attitude, then I think you’ll feel safe with me.”
But the thirty-year-old female orderly checking in on him at night wasn’t exactly what he was built for.”
“Each alter has a negative trigger that causes us to relive trauma. Mine is when I start to hate myself for sexual arousal.”
“Kane?” His lips spread into a surprised smile. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” “What?” I ask, smiling back. “You recognized me.”
“Wherever you go, I shall follow.”
“What do you think you’re doin’, huh? Rubbing your scent all over my girl?!”
he killed Vinaley in her sleep and then hung himself above her bed. He did exactly as she begged… he took her home.”
“You want to know something?” I ask like the words have been dipped in glue. “Hmm?” “You and DaiSzek are definitely my weakness.”
“I’d say that’s a pretty good explanation.” His chest moves with a sharp inhale. “Skylenna, you are my home.”
“Until hell freezes over.” I grin back. “And even then.”
“Because, Skylenna. Harming you would interfere with a prophecy I would like to see come to pass.”
“The Nightamous Horde is known for three things. First, being descendants of Dark Elves. Second, we love to drink. And last, but most importantly, we love to fuck.”
“Excuse me?” he says in shocked amusement. “Skylenna”—he chokes on a laugh—“did you just curse?”
He jerks me harder against him, pressing his heavy erection against me at an agonizing angle.
“Do you feel that?”
“That’s what happens when you touch me, Skylenna.”
“How agonizing that must have been for me in the asylum. My hands shackled to the wall while you kneeled at my feet. Those pretty hands grasping my arms.”
“I am the only man that gets your eyes tonight.” He looks up at me from under a curtain of dark lashes. A scolding that tastes like pleasure and euphoria. “Understand?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” The simple response of respect spills out of me before I realize all he wanted was for me to repeat his statement to confirm what I heard. And at my words, Dessin unfolds
“Open,” he commands. His fingertips hover over my lips. “Taste me, Skylenna.” And he’s in my mouth. Two large fingers spread my lips until I taste him, salty and sweet.
“You keep doing that, and I’ll make you regret it.” A voice of fire and brimstone. “I’ll rip this pathetic excuse for clothing from your body and fuck you until your eyes water.”
“The way I’d react to you being touched by other men versus another alter will be night and day. It’s not the same. I’d cut down a man for even glancing your way. But—we all use the same body. It’s different.”
“Careful, little girl,” Runa warns, cleaning her plate. “You wouldn’t want to see the other people that live in that mind of his.”
A myth that said only one would survive and that one would live with the sole purpose to protect the two of you.”
“Oh, so you think my muscles are big?”
“Honey,
“Is it too soon to tell you this is what you get for telling me I’m out of shape?”
This is the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt and it is glorious.
Burns across his shoulder blades in the size and shape of a picket from a wooden fence.
“Because this is where Kane’s mother and little brother were killed.”
Wyatt knew that the experiment called for a traumatic childhood experience done by the age of six.
“He drove the buggy when they took me away. He waited outside while they hurt us. While they murdered us.”
love.”
honey.
honey.
“Can I hold you tonight?” he whispers. “After seeing you cry earlier… it’s something I need to do. Please.”
“I was trying to sneak out of bed without waking you.” “Nope,” he grumbles. “You’re mine now.”
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to do things to you that would make me a very bad friend.”
honey…
“Not milk! Is ya little head filled with cock hairs?
“Women are dragons,” Asena says. “One day, ya will breathe fire too.”
“Skylenna! I’m the one that won’t be able to handle it. I can bear my own pain and suffering every hour, every day. But it’s your pain I won’t survive. It’s your suffering I won’t be able to endure.”
“Honey…”
“I have always cared about you, honey. Even through Dessin,”
Then he kisses me.
A fishing hook to my heart, tugging, yanking until I hear the ripping sounds of my arteries being torn from my chest cavity.
“Dear Meridei injected you with a couple of viruses, child. When your body fights it off, I pray that it will also fight the evil. The fever will burn it out. We can only hope it doesn’t kill you in the process.”
“Dessin,” I whimper. “It hurts.” “Where, baby? Tell me where it hurts.” I sigh. “Everywhere.”
“Here, baby?”
“I’d beg for a taste,” he growls. “To have my head between your soft thighs.”
He couldn’t wait any longer, dipping his face directly between my legs to consume my heat,
