Emon hissed, and I turned to see his tear stained face full of loathing. “How can you do this…you fucking loved her once!” He snarled, his teeth flashing. “At least honor that memory and cease this cruelty.”
Turquoise eyes glittered down at him. Her face contorted into a twisted smile. “And if I do, you will give me what I want.” She trailed a finger over his rippling stomach. “Everything I want.” She cooed.
Emon’s chains rattled. “Give me your word that no one will touch her, go near her or harm her anymore, including you, and I will give it to you. I will give you the location of the Sanguine.”
“No Emon…no.” I whispered sadly in his memory. “I wasn’t worth this. I am not worth this.”
Desire sparkled in Deirdre’s eyes and she trailed her perfectly manicured hand back up his chest, digging into the cuts and burns, marring his body and reopening them until they bled.
Bringing her bloody fingertips to her mouth she sucked on them with a deep moan and then licked her lips with satisfaction. “Will you take her place instead?” She circled his body. “Although I have gotten what I need from her I find I have quite enjoyed the process. A fae has her needs after all.”
Emon's eyes flashed with revulsion and he shook with visible rage. “Your access to the Sanguine gateway is time sensitive. The more time you waste here, means the less time you have to access the gateway.”
“Of course it is.” Deirdre laughed, harnessing her power over wind she floated over Emon to sit astride his powerful hips. Her dress riding up around her waist revealing her naked sex beneath.
Emon’s chest rose and fell heavily, watching her like a caged predator that was ready to snap.
“This is a much better position for you to whisper your dirty little secrets to me. Don't you think, your majesty.” She ran her hands over her breasts and then down her body.
Emon growled. “I’ll have your binding oath before I give you anything.”
Deirdre smirked and then dragged a sharp nail over his open wounds watching the blood run down his body and onto the table where her knees were now stained with it. She cocked her head. “You do say the sexiest little things to me King Daemon…and that growl. I love it when you growl. Do it again, growl for me, your majesty. Growl and I will give you the binding oath you so desperately want from my lips.”
Bile rose in my stomach when Emon’s eyes glanced at the doorway where begging cries continued, hard resolve etched into his handsome features.
“Don’t do it Emon.” Tears stained my face and I squeezed my eyes shut—unable to witness what I knew he would do…what he was willing to do for me.
When the long low growl vibrated throughout the room and was followed by the delighted heartless laughter of the Queen of Faerie, I shook with fury. Nothing would ever stop me from killing Deirdre ever again. Her life was mine.
Chapter 68
Ragestillshookmeas Emon’s mind spun me into the next memory and I narrowed my eyes on the heavy iron door. Stepping back from the tortuous sounds behind it. The sounds of an unwanted rhythmic slapping of flesh. The pleasurable grunting of male satisfaction upon the unwilling.
I could taste the bile in my mouth and the beginning of panic clawing at my insides, but a thunderous roar shook me to my core and I spun at the familiar sound.
“No.” I whispered, staring at Emon running naked with uncontrolled fury raging in his eyes straight for that forsaken door. The iron chains hung around him, his beautiful bronze skin still covered in slashes and burns I had witnessed in the last memory. Deirdre had found a way past her vow.
I jumped back out of instinct as he came crashing towards me and then flinched when his large solid body slammed into the door, the iron searing his flesh. I stared when thesizzling sound of his skin didn’t even phase him, let alone the pain it must have caused.
Snarling and with muscles bulging, he gripped the door, and with a ferocious roar, his hands burning on the cursed metal, he ripped it clear off its hinges, tossing it behind him with such a force that I ducked out of the way quickly. It hit the far wall an thunderous boom that shook the walls.
“Impossible.” I whispered, following his memory towards the open room, a room I never wanted to return to.
I paused at the doorway and closed my eyes.
If I passed through this door, then I had to accept two things.
One. Emon was much more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. The irons had only stopped him from shifting…but it never weakened his shifter strength, his power had ensured his survival.
And Two. I had to accept what had been done to me. I would have to witness it, acknowledge it, and then let it go. There was no room for me to continue to carry this hurt any longer, not with Emon in my life, and I wanted him…in my life. We both needed to move past this moment in time.
Trembling, I opened my eyes and stepped through the door with a confident stride despite my shaking.
I stared at the drugged version of me in this memory, chained with irons to a sterile cold table—so helpless. Helpless against the human that was forcing himself between my thighs, so caught up in taking his pleasure from my body he hadn’t even noticed the roaring shifter until it was too late.
Emon ripped the pathetic human off of me with one arm and sent him careening into the opposite wall, his skull exploding on impact. Showering everyone in the room with blood.
Growling low, Emon licked at the bright red blood from his lips and stalked towards the dead human. Bending with menacing intent, he ripped the flaccid penis off the body with his bare hands.
