Page 63 of Haunted Nightmares
“Then your panic room will have a supply. You’re way too paranoid to have trashed that room.”
Touché.
However it’s still in poor shape, Zephyr and I did spend some time down there in our past life so it’s fallen into somewhat disrepair, and there are reasons I’d rather she not go in there now. Then what she said suddenly sinks in. “Supply? Supply of what? You set all of your brushes and paints on fire.”
My gentle breeze rolls her eyes. “Blood, Wraith. I’m assuming you still have at least a small stash of blood down there and since I stated that I was hungry, I’ll let you do the math.”
“What are you…” Zephyr pushes past me, shoving me out of her way and since I’m so taken aback by the audacity of this female to suggest such deplorable behavior, I bounce off the bloody door frame before I begin chasing after her. “No!”
She picks up her pace as she crosses the only empty part of the floor and when I think I have her because there’s no way my gentle breeze is going to climb then dig through a mountain of corpses, she does just that.
“Zephyr!” I shout as she steps on the face of a nobleman I’d known since I was a lad. “My gods, are you insane?”
“That’s a little pot calling the kettle, don’t you think?”
I stand in shock as she slips over a few more bodies, their skin sliding right off bone and sloughing off toward the floor. It doesn’t slow Zephyr down though, no she uses the exposed forearms as if they’re rungs of a ladder then reaches for a female that was once in my late sire’s harem.
“I may have killed all of them and brought them here, but I bloody well didn’t play in the mountain of dead because I’ve got a couple of screws loose!”
Laughing in a way I have never heard before, Zephyr pauses, grabs some sort of detached body part from the pile, then promptly launches the decaying extremity at me as soon as she turns. “A couple of screws is one hell of an understatement.”
It was a breast.
My fated mate, the rightful queen of our whole fucking race just threw the detached and decomposing tit from a corpse at me. And she managed to hit me right in the goddamn crotch.
Thankfully, the butcher’s apron caused the bullseye to be little more than a tipper but it still pulled a cringe and cough out of me. “Now who’s being ridiculous?”
“I’m hungry, Wraith. I’m hungry, I’m tired, and honestly, I don’t want to be somewhere that I’m not wanted.”
Not wanted?
Not wanted?
How can she even say that?
Well, I know how, I just never thought I’d hear her say that.
But again, this is what I wanted, what I needed.
Yes, it was what I needed Zephyr to do, and it was the only way for her to move forward safely.
Which is what I keep telling myself as I watch her slip and slide her way up the heap of decay, that out of place feeling creeping back in and overpowering all others I may be experiencing. It grows with every frustrated grunt and irritated sigh Zephyr lets out and when she’s near the top, the hem of her dress catches on something—orsomeone—-riding up her waist, flashing me her beautiful, tanned thighs and the slightest curve of her glorious arse.
Andthatis the exact moment I finally snap.
I charge up the mountain of bodies after her, pulling at limbs and hair, tossing everything out of my way until I’m within reach of Zephyr’s ankle.
“Infuriating female,” I grunt as I wrap my fingers tightly around that delicate joint. “I admire you for finding your voice, for tapping into your strength and courage to take me on, but I’ve had enough.”
“Go to hell, Wraith. You don’t want to be with me anymore, fine. Our past and everything we shared means nothing? Great, but that also means you don’t get to do things like this anymore and you’re even nuttier than I thought if you expect me to follow your commands without at least one goddamn orgasm in return.”
Catching me off guard, my gentle breeze uses the way I falter atorgasmto her advantage, kicking at me with her free leg and landing a blow to the left side of my jaw.
She is definitely going to pay for that.
“Orgasm, yeah? That’s what you want as payment?” I rub the area she kicked briefly but quickly follow after her when I realize my mate is putting more distance between us. Enough to topple over the other side of stinky death hill and land directly in front of the entrance to my panic room. “Seems we have other business to attend before frivolities of that nature can be discussed.”
I dislodge a rather plump body, unsure if it’s bloated because of natural decay or the fact that I may have tried drowning them, and manage to start a bit of an avalanche.
