Page 108 of Cryptic Dreams
“This.” Zephyr motions to Gwendolyn then glances back at me over her shoulder. “You stripped her down, hung her from the rafters and tortured her, but you didn’t do this to her body.”
“No, not directly.”
She nods and carefully assesses the female. “It’s the UV serum, isn’t it? They did something to it.”
With a grin, I cross my arms against my chest and nod. “Clever girl.”
My mate takes a few steps toward Wilfred but stops abruptly as his head lolls to the side. “He isn’t—”
“No, my love. He isn’t dead.Yet.”
“Because he won’t tell you who sent them.”
“He won’t tell us shit,” Declan grunts as he nudges Wilfred, causing his body to spin slowly. “Didn’t want to give us their names, but she did once we broke his—”
“Zephyr, why don’t you go wait for me in the library?” With a sigh, I toss the bones on the tarp and go to open the door again. My mate knows me well, better than anyone else at this point since she’s seen sides of me I didn’t know existed, and my fleeting experiment was only going to support that. Which makes it pointless, and since I need to kill this bastard and get the bodies to the bayou before sunrise, I might as well wrap it up so I can…
My mate’s heart rate picks up as she moves closer to Wilfred, her stare touching on his many wounds: the bruises and cuts, the burns and gashes. She stops at each one, seemingly cataloging every bit of torture to have taken place and when the male is facing her again, Zephyr shocks the shite right out of me.
Reaching out rather tentatively toward his right thigh, my gentle breeze touches the tip of the lower half of Wilfred’s femur, pinches it between her fingers then jumps a bit when he moans in pain.
“Zephyr, my love, what in the bloody fuck are you—”
“He tried to kill you.” I take a step toward her as my mate grabs the bone tighter and gives it a twist. “He tried to take you away from me—they both did.”
Nowmyheart is thundering as I look between her and Declan, my friend just as shocked as I am but smarter for keeping his mouth shut because the second I open mine, Zephyr looks back at me and what I see would scare me if I were any other male.
Her eyes are glowing.
Glowing in that citrine color, the amber and gold more brilliant than the rising sun.
And when she lets a low growl escape her as she goes back to Wilfred, pulling harder on the exposed bone once again,that’swhen the real difference between me and every other living thing on the planet makes itself known. Because watching my mate engage in torturing our enemy has my cock instantly throbbing in my slacks, and a plan forming in my mind that proves how fucked up I truly am.
“They did,” I say, my voice low as I move behind Zephyr. Lowering my mouth next to her ear, I grin as I watch what she’s doing, as my mate’s reaction to my words intensifies. “They tried to kill us both, love. Tried to sever our bond before it was truth, attempting to stop us before we could become one.”
I press my front to her back as my gentle breeze curls her fingers around the protruding bone then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her arse back against my groin. Zephyr sucks in a sharp breath as I roll my hips, as my hand starts pulling her sweater up her stomach to expose the top of her pants.
My fingers caress the button and zipper, and as I undo her jeans, I extend my free hand toward Declan who immediately provides me with a dagger. “These two were players in a dangerous game, one that would easily lead to our demise if we let it, and they’re all too happy to take their secrets to the grave with them.”
Zephyr pushes back against me and growls as I slip my hand into her panties, my fingers parting her folds to find her pussy already drenched for me.
Smashing.
My female is just as turned on, just as territorial over me and our bond as I am, and call it what you will, but we are about to take our love to a place I never could have dreamed it would go.
“They are useless to us now, love,” I whisper as I press down on her clit. “They are nothing more than casualties of war, traitorous pawns in a brutal game.”
Circling that swollen bundle of nerves with the index of my left hand, I take the one holding the dagger and bring it down to hers, covering Zephyr’s right hand with my own and slowly lifting it from Wilfred’s busted femur.
Declan spins the male away from us slowly, giving us his back and as I lift the blade in our joined hands, I shove three fingers inside my mate’s soaking wet cunt.
“He said I was spineless,” I grunt as I thrust against her arse, seeking friction while my cock begins to drip with precum. “A bastard he’d never bow down to.” We point the tip of the dagger at the base of Wilfred’s neck, twisting the tip into his flesh and as my mate moans low in her throat, as I work her core into a needy mess, we press down until blood bubbles up from the wound.
Zephyr leans back against me, resting her head on my shoulder while never taking her eyes off what we’re doing. “If he will not bow—” She gasps as I move back to her clit and pinch. “We make him.”
“Yes,” I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as I bury my nose in my mate’s hair and inhale deeply.
Her arousal is growing while her release builds, the warm dewy scent consuming with each roll of my hips, with each moan and growl that escapes us. I scrape my fangs along the side of Zephyr’s neck and open my eyes to watch her face as we drag the dagger along Wilfred’s spine.
