I was starting to wonder if I should outright tell her the things I found out. I just couldn’t help but poke at her; her anger was so fuckingdelicious.
She laid star fished on her bed; her boot-covered feet hanging off the edge as if she purposely avoided putting them on the sheets.
“Did you know that White Witches defiled deceased Dark Witches to gain access to their powers?” she murmured, her thick lashes settled against her pale high cheekbones as she closed her eyes.
I hadn’t known that.
“No,” I answered. I unlaced her boots and slid them from her feet, noticing how small they were in my hands.
“My ancestors had to create a rule, to sit with the body and wait until it started to decompose before they could bury them with their rituals.”
That was so fucked up even by my standards. The dead were sacred; their bodies had been a temple that held their souls within them.
“Can you imagine, having to watch over your family as their bodies began to rot? Just so that a man wouldn’t defile them, all for greed.” She spoke quietly, softly, as if fearful of the dead hearing her speak of such a disgusting horrid past.
I removed my own boots, shrugged off my jacket and laid myself down beside her. She turned her head andlooked at me. Our faces were so close I could see the deeper purple specs within her eyes. She held such torment within them, such pain.
I couldn’t wait for the day she realised the power she held within herself. I hoped I got to see the pain she would bring to those who put that look there.
I don’t know how long we laid there, staring into each other’s eyes. It could have been hours, but I knew of one thing- my mind was quiet. No angry whispers telling me to kill and suck down the souls of those who deserved pain. I stared in Amaya’s eyes with a clear head, a firm focus and not once had my hands twitched to reach for the sour release Mayfeaver provided me.
At some point during the evening, her eyes slid closed, and her breathing deepened. She had fallen asleep and yet I still couldn’t look away.
I wanted to scream at the Fates Above for giving me a Mate to protect. I had always thought of myself too far gone, too selfish, too dark to have someone to…care for. But Amaya was more than I ever could have imagined. With her own darkness, I gained…peace.
And so I gave her my truth.
“I needed to know why you wanted to bring them here first. You're sick. Fucked in the head. Obsessed with them. Willing to do anything, kill anyone for them. And that, I understand.” I didn’t know if she could hear me, if she was truly asleep or just resting. “I understand pain, sickness and obsession. I understand the need to kill, to seek revenge. You're dark, filled with it. I hated the Fates Above for providing me with you. Laughable really. Me, a burning skeleton fighting the urge to swallow everyone’s soul, mated to a little Dark Witch. But do youknow what really draws me to you? The silence-your soul is quiet, empty except for your obsessions.”
Her eyes opened; her pupils dilated, the deep purple drawing me in, trapping the air from my lungs. I reached my hand up and slid it into her black silky tresses. I clenched my fist around them; her gasp of pain was music to my ears.
“So here I am little Dark Witch. I am yours; you are mine. Just know this: I'm not gentle. I'm not loving. I know pleasure and I know pain. And together,” I leaned forward and nipped at her jaw, just enough to leave a sharp sting. “Intoxicating.”
Her silence beat heavily against my head, before she whispered those perfect words.
“I can handle pain.”
I pressed my lips to hers hard, taking everything I wanted from her gasping breath as I tasted her fruitiness. It coated my tongue as we duelled for dominance. My hands pulled at her hair, tilting her head for better access. The action put her slim pale neck right in front of me and I pounced, biting hard and leaving teeth marks as I then licked to soothe the pain.
Her deep needy groan had my vines sneaking out and wrapping around her wrists. They pulled her arms up high above her head before slicing into the skin with their thorns, marking her as ours.
“You should have said no. You should have run, because now you're mine little Mate. Mine to play with as I wish.” More vines appeared, tearing her top down the middle before doing the same with her leggings. Leaving her bare to my heated gaze. My lower back almost ached with the need for the ropes to entwine. Forus to entwine.And fuck me, I was going to give it what it wanted.
Her thighs rubbed together trying to ease the ache that was obviously building. I knew she was slick with need. Need for me.
I trailed one finger ever so slowly between her perfect breasts, nudging aside the large jewel resting there, down her stomach and stopping right above her panties before tapping there.
“There's no point in wearing these anymore. I want you always bare. I want to constantly smell you. I want to be able to get on my knees and feast whenever the fuck I want. I want you constantly wet and needing.” I ripped the offensive underwear from her, wanting her bare and free beneath me. I caught her gasp with my mouth as the material bit into her skin before tearing.
I tugged her to the middle of the bed, her arms stretched tight above her head, and I stared down at her rounded breasts, just big enough to fill my palms, just perfect enough to bite.
I tutted at her as she moaned from my body pressing into hers. My blue flame flickered along my body, touching her all over. Its heat burnt out her cold; it singed her skin in the most delectable way. Patches of bright red skin flared, no doubt stinging but never actually burning the skin away.
“I haven't even touched you yet. You're so needy.” I licked along her neck, purposely swirling my tongue around the healed bite mark of the dragon.
“Mmm, it's my time to claim you.” My rasp had worsened, becoming more of a gravel. Licking down herneck, right to her left begging tight nipple. I slowly blew on it, tightening it more before I bit down hard.
She cried out, her back arched from the bed, pushing her tight nipple into my wet awaiting mouth.
