His lips break from mine only to trail lower, forcing scorched kisses down my throat.
“I’m on my fucking knees at your altar,” he growls against my skin. His words vibrate through me before he nips tender fleshjust above my pulse. He soothes it with his tongue and then moves lower, searching and claiming me.
I tilt my head back, dizzy with fire and fury.
My hand reaches behind me, fumbling and remembering.
The dagger.
A reluctant moan escapes me when his devious mouth finally finds my breast, his lips sealing over the aching peak.
A sharp gasp escapes me as his teeth graze, and then his tongue swirls. He sucks harder, hungrily, relentlessly. He searches for more skin to claim with red marks. Another reluctant moan tears free.
The sensation distracts me until the dagger burns in my palm, alive and waiting.
I arch my back with my teeth clenched, telling myself I’m just keeping up the illusion. In the meantime, the throbbing between my thighs becomes a desire, demanding to be satisfied.
Just a reaction,I lie.
His mouth shifts until finding the other breast, tonguing it, and worshipping it with bruising reverence.
I need to move. I need to end this.
When I glance down, I see that his eyes have never left my face.
He watches me, drinks me in. He sucks harder, pulling back from by breast with a wet pop, leaving me exposed, swollen, andpanting.
His hands grip my hips—rough, possessive— forcing me to rock against the rock-hard bulge beneath me. Heat flushes down me as the friction sparks through the soaked fabric beneath us.
“I can tell you are aching, my little witch,” he punctuates his words with a harder press against my core. “I will cure your craving.”
“Just one taste,” he growls. “Just one, and you’ll haunt me no more.”
My hand finds his shoulder, bracing and panting through the lust choking at my throat.
The other—dagger in hand—slides behind him. And our eyes lock. I want to see all of it.
I strike.
I drive the blade between two ribs—deep and sure—and then I twist.
The Nightmother’s satisfaction is instant, her approval purring loudly all around me.Yes…yes, little star, bind him. BIND HIM!
Shock flares in his eyes. Then rage explodes, obliterating every shred of lust and desire that had just lived there.
I begin the incantation immediately, one that I know by heart.
And now…he knows.
Chapter 27
Cage
SCORCHING PAIN EXPLODES THROUGH MY side just as the dark little witch soaking on my lap dares to drive a blade into me. It clears the dark fog over my mind inflicted by the monster inside of me.
Millicent’s magic, mixed with her patron on this evening, pulled me out of bed. The beast in my chest rose from its slumber to hunt for her. Any hesitation or logical thought had been erased, overshadowed by the growing obsession the thing inside of me has with her. I was so caught up in the pull of her magic against mine that I wanted to drown in her.
Now I want to drown her.
