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I did know. I drowned in the scent of cinnamon, and wished I could be so close to him that we moulded into one. There was an ache in my chest that built at the thought of being away from him, even for a moment. God, I did know what it was like.
He pushed me back onto the bed, curling his hand up into my hair and tilting my head back, to give himself better access to my throat.
“Raven,” he whispered against my neck, tonguing the beat of my pulse, leaving me slick and wet with desire. “You saved me,” his voice cracked as he ran a palm over the expanse of my bare stomach.
“Amon,” I gasped, as his teeth gently closed around the flesh of my throat.
Suddenly, the room erupted in the soft glow of a dozen tiny bursts of flame. The fire morphed into the shapes of dragonflies. I jumped, but Amon wrapped his hand around my neck, holding me in place.
“Ignore them,” he breathed. But I couldn’t, the buzzing was so loud and they began flying closer and closer to us.
“Amon,” I tried to push up from the bed, but his hand tightened around my neck. He moved his mouth up against mine, kissing and biting at my lips, turning my attention back to him.
“Shhh. Shhh.” He soothed. “Let me taste you.”
He slid the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my throat lower, tracing the waistband of my jeans. I felt a moan build in the back of my throat at the play of his fingers. “That’s my girl.” He whispered as I quieted under his touch. “Show me how quiet you can be.”
I jerked away again, as one of the dragonflies buzzed directly next to my ear. Amon growled above me in frustration, but it sounded wrong. It didn’t sound like him at all.
My chin was burning.
Had one of the fiery insects touched me? The burning on my chin didn’t go away. If anything, it intensified. I cried out in pain, touching my hand to my face and bucking my head back. God it hurts.
“Stay with me, Raven. Don’t stop, ignore it. Come back to me.” The dragonflies were in a frenzy, they buzzed and dove around us. I looked up into Amon’s face and bit back a scream. He looked wrong.
So horribly wrong.
His lips were stretched so wide across his face, the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears. Hundreds of sharp teeth crowded his mouth, and his eyes were much too large for his face. His pupils were nothing but tiny pin pricks in the silver moonlight.
The burning on my chin built to a climax before a cool rush exploded from where the burning had bloomed.
‘Raven!’ Amon’s voice exploded through my mind. His presence in my consciousness flooded through my veins and it was so absolutely him that I could not believe I had mistaken the imposter that had me pinned to the bed as my mate. ‘Raven! That is not me. You need to break free of this magick, now!’
The thing on top of me quickly became less and less recognizable as Amon, and my childhood bedroom began to fall away. My mind scrambled to keep up with the shift, and I came back to reality in a dark, cavernous tunnel.
Raven
Suddenly I remembered Frira, the volcano, and the widowmaker. Clair was dead. Amon and Kasha were gone.
The monster that crouched on my chest had been feeding from me. It sat like some sort of skeletal toad with grey flaking skin that stretched taut over its bony form. Its knees were positioned by its lizard-like ear holes. Long sinewy grey arms tipped in large clawed hands held me down beneath it.
It had no nose, just two massive eyes with too much white and a great big toothy smile that consumed the entire bottom half of its face. I was bleeding from where it had been feeding on the side of my neck. A sudden rush of cold horror flooded through me as I came to terms with the fact that it had been this thing that had been sucking on my neck.
The grief and the pain of Clair’s death suddenly felt brand new and raw thanks to the illusion this thing had clearly trapped me in. The horror lingered for only a moment before it morphed into rage.
‘It’s a Luchorpán. They are tricksters and can usually be found guarding great treasure.’ The real Amon whispered into my mind through the trace in my chin. ‘Kill it. It will never let you go now that it has tasted you.’ He ordered.
I didn’t have time to question how it was possible that Amon was in my head. I could already feel the Luchorpán’s magick closing in around me again. Frira’s dragonflies attacked it, flying into its massive lidless eyes as it screeched and tried to bat them away.
I reached deep into my chest to the ocean of power that lived within me and felt the burning in my palms grow.
Fuck this thing.
I had just gotten rid of the widowmaker, I was absolutely livid that another monster had managed to get a piece of me so soon after that victory.
Without wasting another moment, I threw both arms in front of me, palms forward. I screamed as I unleashed a black-hot quasar directly at the monster’s chest. I blew a hole right through it, throwing it off me. With a snarl, I immediately launched myself into the air as it thrashed on the ground. The dragonflies swarmed the creature, burning its lidless eyes as it screeched in pain.
‘Again,’ Amon whispered into my mind.
