Page 38 of Rapunzel Unchained
I didn’t tell Rebecca where I was going. Not that I thought she would stop me. If anything, she would have encouraged me to find out everything I could to reach our goals.
However, meeting Zane’s demon in the middle of the night could turn into a different kind of meeting than she’d expect. I didn’t want her to think that I was letting them influence my actions.
My magic placed me in the tree line across from my destroyed tower. Stepping out from the shadows, I made my way over to it, staring down at the broken pieces of my past. A thousand years and it had all been reduced down to rubble.
Smoke tickled my nose, and a burning cigarette fell at my feet. I stepped on it, putting it out, and turned.
Red eyes bore into me beneath Zane’s brows. His glasses tucked into the front pocket of his shirt, the demon wearing Zane’s body stalked toward me.
I drew my cloak further around me, peering up into those demonic eyes. “Do you have what I asked for?”
“What?” His lips curled, flashing Zane’s canines. “No hello kiss?”
I grabbed the cross hanging from his neck and jerked him toward me. My mouth crushed against his for a brief moment, just long enough for him to try and deepen it before I pulled back. “There. Now, talk.”
“I see what this is, you’re just using me for information. Luring me in with the promise of violence and then using me to get what you want.” He grinned maliciously, chuckling. “I love it.”
“Good, now spill.” I poked him in the chest. “What do you know about Cleric Jetta and Conjurer Carisa?”
“You should just kill them. It would solve your problem, and we wouldn’t have to do all this complicated stuff.”
I trailed my fingers up his chest, my voice coming out into a purr, “But then we wouldn’t get to meet up like this.”
He clasped my hand gently, leaning his forehead toward mine. “That’s true.” He grabbed the back of my neck in a painful squeeze, my hair tangling in his fingers, jerking my head back. “Maybe I should just kill you then?”
I laughed and grinned up at him. “Now where would the fun in that be?”
“Well, the unending pain it would cause the cleric would be plenty of fun for me.” His other hand wrapped around the front of my throat, not squeezing while making the threat clear.
His nose brushed against mine, and I lifted slightly to nip at it. “Harder.”
The demon threw his head back and laughed darkly. “You are one fucked-up human. Fine. Fine.” He released my throat and stepped back. “We’ll do it your way... for now. I don’t know much about the conjurer, but Jetta, the naughty boy, has a warehouse no one thinks he owns where he does his experiments on humans.”
Anger built in me. The bastard wasn’t just talking about cutting me open to study me. He was actually already doing it to others.
Suddenly, the demon’s idea to just kill him wasn’t looking so aggressive. Maybe I’d do a bit of experimenting myself and then the mage could see what it was like to be under the knife.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but I can feel the bloodlust from here and it’s getting me hard.” The demon dragged me against his front, grinding Zane’s length against mystomach. “I need to have you again. Right now. While you’re still thinking about blood and violence.”
I put my hands on his chest, pushing at him. “No. Not while you’re in his body. Not without his permission.”
My moral compass may not go north, but there were some things I wouldn’t do. I cared about Zane, and the thought of using his body without his knowledge made my inside squirm.
The demon growled against me, his teeth clenched. “Then just let me taste you.”
Those red eyes burned me, making my clothes feel tight and itchy against my body. The next thing I knew, one word came out. “Okay.”
He swirled me around, pushing me back into the tree line. My back scraped against the bark of the tree. He knelt before me, and my pulse ratcheted up.
The sight of Zane kneeling before me the way he did when in his chapel made me clench my thighs together. I knew it wasn’t Zane and yet, my mind couldn’t separate the two of them.
“You smell so good,” the demon growled, pushing my skirt up until the cool air brushed against my center. “I can’t wait to have you in my mouth.” His nails dug into my leg as he threw it over his shoulder, eliciting a sharp pain.
“Just a taste. If you take flesh, I will rip you out of Zane, shove you into a tiny box, and throw you into the ocean.”
“Oh, please, sinner. Talk dirty to me.” He buried his face between my legs, latching onto my clit without warning.
I screamed before shoving my hand over my mouth.
