Both mine and Deke's eyes change as our fangs slip free, exposing us, but we don't crumble. I suppose that means her symbol is strong, but it doesn't offer pain if you're far enough away.
"Fucking shit," Dice groans, gripping his side.
Her delight in his pain shows when she unveils a deadly, twisted grin, and then she flings her hand out, sliding Dice across the ground and slamming him into a tree before pinning him down with her fierce power.
Her symbol slinks back down into hiding, releasing our inner selves, but I keep my night stalker eyes in place of my green ones. I have to show her I'm not afraid of her—because I'm not.
Considering I fucking hate Dice, I don't know whether to cringe or gloat when she pushes out more power and flips him into the woods. His yelps of pain and shock echo through the trees, making me feel vindicated for choosing such an isolated home.
Her eyes turn to me, and her dirty vixen's grin sneaks up as she licks her lips. I don't hide my daring smile as I drop from the balcony, landing on my feet with athud. I begin walking toward her as she moves to meet me.
"There you are," she murmurs in a seductive tone that makes me almost fall at her feet to worship her.
She's exuding succubus right now, and her eyes change from silver to mix green and red as proof. They're not mood-stone eyes—they're displays of power. How did I not see this sooner? Freya couldn't do that. Alyssa can truly encompass all the creatures, making her far more powerful than Freya ever was. She can learn to control it.
Her lips crush mine as her hands slide up to tangle in my hair. Damn, she tastes so good. I grip her under her ass and rip her up from the ground to wrap her legs around my waist. I want to be as close as possible right now.
She smiles behind the kiss, proving that's exactly what she wants as well.
"Tell me I'm yours," she breathes into my mouth, making my night stalker side roar with pleasure.
Fuck yes, you're mine."You're mine," I murmur without hesitance, tasting the excitement in her mouth as she kisses me with more need, more desire.
I walk up the steps, blindly making my way back into the house to prove to her just howmineshe is. I don't know the first thing about the creature goddess part of her, but I do know how she came back to reality last time.
She wasn't this far gone last time though. I may have to work a little harder. A twisted grin slips over my lips as my scandalous mind goes to work, and I feel her mimicking my smile when she tastes my need for her.
"I love you," I mutter, wondering if that will be enough to break the spell she's under. It doesn't. However, her eyes do stop swirling with green and red and return to silver.
"I love you, night stalker," she says, grinning bigger.
After spending centuries hating the monster I am, I'm surprised to feel excited when she calls me that, loving me despite the evil that lurks deep within. She loves all of me, regardless of the fact she was raised by one of the lightest witches there is.
"Eternity is yours," she mutters, breaking my heart and sending it soaring at the same time.
If she wasn't under the influence of her creature goddess, I would completely unravel at the seams from that promise. But she is, so it hurts to know she'll probably recant that later, if she even remembers it at all.
I step over the dark user who is still out-cold, lying on the floor. She doesn't even offer his limp body a glance, meaning she's solely focused on me in this moment. Damn, that feels good.
The door slams behind us when we make it to my room. Her breath becomes an aphrodisiac, making me hungry for more—which I didn't think was possible. I pull her shirt over her head with one hand, letting her help me quickly toss it aside. Her bra becomes collateral damage when I break it in my clumsy attempt to remove it.
We crash to the bed, becoming a tangled web of limbs and unkempt desire. It's perfect. She's perfect.
I pull back to start jerking her pants free, letting a slight moan fall through my lips when my eyes feast on her glorious body. Definitely perfect—flaws and all. The magical veil she keeps over her scar has dropped, exposing her past torment.
She doesn't have to hide that scar from me. She doesn't have to hide anything. I love her—all of her.
She's beautiful even with it marring her smooth skin. It makes me want to rewind time and be there when she needed someone. I'd love to be lurking in the shadows when he tried to attack. I'd make him a cautionary tale to anyone who threatened her.
Her hungry lips steal me away from my thoughts, and I smile when I realize I'm bare between her legs. She used her magic to peel me out of my clothes without me even noticing—sneaky vixen.
"Take me. Claim me," she murmurs softly, relinquishing all control, surprising me.
I was expecting to war with her a little about who was dominant. I didn't expect her to offer herself to me so willingly. Maybe I was wrong about the way we need to train her.
My hesitation is scolded by a deep growl in her throat, almost making her sound like a werecat. I look to see the forest green in her eyes and the catlike pupil that has formed. Shit.
"I said take—"
