If I’d been a normal incubus, it wouldn’t have drained me. Unfortunately, something in my fae blood made me a freak, and since I’d killed people my body was on a high it didn’t want to come down from. With four kills, I didn’t know how much I’d have to feed to sate myself. In the past, I’d never killed more than two people at a time.
“Please,” I whispered, reaching out for him without giving him an answer.
He was going to let me, I could tell, but the door to our suite opened without a knock or preamble. My hand kept going, but he caught my wrist. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to my temple. “You need to tell us what’s going on as soon as they leave,” he whispered.
Emmett was more concerned than angry, and he would stay that way when I explained. Shan, on the other hand… he would be furious. Not only at me, but at himself for brushing off the questions I’d asked when we were at one of the crime scenes. I’d get a good rough fucking, which was exactly what I needed.
When Emmett pulled back his eyes widened and I knew my eyes had gone pure black. They would stay that way until I’d had my fill of energy.
“We’re here to fetch Caspian,” Clement said to the room, hands crossed over his chest. “Freya has earned his company.”
Panic. A flash of panic was all I felt as I bolted from the couch and scrambled to the far side of the room, hands out in front of me. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not right now. Come back later. Take one of them.”
I rambled as everyone stared at me in shock, before Clement shook off the confusion. “Grab him,” he said, gesturing to his subordinates. More came into the room, outnumbering us severely. Shan tried to stand when the man grabbed my arm, but sets of hands on his shoulders kept him down. I let out a long, low, involuntary moan at the human contact. He took his hand off of me for a second, shocked, but then grabbed me again and pulled both hands behind my back to restrain them.
I let it happen, not fighting. The second I fought back, it would unlock the part of me that wanted to snap his neck instead of sucking on his cock. Right now the lust was hanging on by a thread, not quite giving way to bloodlust. I needed it to stay that way.
“Don’t take me to her,” I begged. “It’s not a good time.”
“Look,” Clement said with a sigh. “We have orders, and you were thrilled to see her the last time. Why the fuck shouldn’t I take you to her?”
My throat closed on the words again. With this many people in the room, I couldn’t tell them. I’d been hiding how much of a freak I was for so long, I didn’t even know how to say it. If I went to Freya’s room, I would have to have sex with her, whether or not she wanted to. Multiple times. I didn’t want to do that to her, but the alternative was worse.
The only alternative was killing her, and not even remembering I’d done it. She couldn’t defend herself while she was imprisoned behind magic-sealing runes and stripped of weapons.
“Just don’t,” I croaked past my dry throat.
Tears started streaming down my face, and I pulled against the bonds. Knowing I was restrained only made me more feral, so I stopped. “I’ll hurt her if you bring me there,” I managed. “Let me stay here.”
Clement looked like he was considering it for a moment, before he rolled his eyes. “You’re in love with her. You won’t hurt her. Bring him with us.”
They marched me out of the room and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm the pounding of my heart and the intense need racing through my blood. I did love her, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I might not have a choice. Shan and Emmett started shouting and fighting back when they realized I wasn’t going to be listened to, but they were neutralized before I made it out into the hallway. Freya and I would be on our own.
* * *
Freya smiled at me when I was pushed into her cell, the bonds removed from my wrists. I wanted to see more smiles from her, every day for the rest of my life now that she wasn’t working against us or hiding her own secrets.
On the way down here, however, I’d realized what I needed to do.
She saw the tears streaking my cheeks, my runny nose and inflamed skin, seconds after Clement and the men disappeared around the corner to guard from a distance. “Hey!” she shouted, smile falling into a frown as she stepped up to the bars and banged them. “What the fuck did you do to him?”
“They didn’t do anything,” I said, the words coming out of me in a rush. “Freya, I need you to kill me. Right now. Please.”
She turned slowly, her damp silver hair falling into her eyes. “What?”
“Kill me. You’re strong enough to do it with your bare hands, or drown me in the fucking toilet, or something. I have less than five minutes until I do something incredibly horrible to you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself after anyway, so you need to kill me before it happens.”
When I’d resigned myself to making the request, I’d stopped crying. Tears threatened to well up again now. If I’d had the balls to tell Shan and Em about how fucked up I was, I wouldn’t be in this situation.
“If you think I’m going to do that, you’re fucking insane.”
“You don’t understand. It’s me or you. I won’t be able to stop myself. I can feel it happening.”
The change in my body was slow, but my cock wasn’t straining as much against my pants. My heated desperation was morphing into a predatory coldness, and my gaze focused on the pulse point in her neck. If I pushed her against the bed frame just right, I could puncture the skin and she’d bleed out like the delicate witch she was.
Her hand on my arm alerted me to how close she’d gotten, and I was pulled from bloodlust back to lust. My sigh of relief was shaky. She led me to the tiny bed in the corner and sat me down, perching beside me close enough that our legs were pressed together from hip to knee. “Tell me what’s happening right the fuck now, lover boy. Your eyes are pure black.”
It might have been the pet name or the stern tone to her voice, but I burst out into tears again and could finally get out the words I’d needed to say for the past fifteen minutes. “I’m a freak,” I said, trying in vain to wipe the snot off my face with the hem of my shirt. “I had to kill people outside, four of them, and when I kill people… I feed off of it. Just a little, but it’s like my body registers it as an addictive drug. After killing I need to feed again with sex. If I don’t…”
