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With want.
Burning, burning, burning as I fought the claws of the carnivorous beast within me.
I was close.
Far, far too close to the precipice.
The precipice I’d fallen off once and only once.
The cliff that’d ensured I’d ended up at the bottom, horrified and petrified, coming face to face with what I truly was after a lifetime of hiding. It’d been the catalyst that drove me to seeking out my half-brother and practically dropping to my knees on his doorstep to help me.
“Let go of me!” she screeched, dragging her talons over my wrist for the hundredth time.
I didn’t wince even though it hurt.
My body was over sensitized.
Everything was too sharp, too potent, too tantalising.
If I focused on her scratching and the lacerating stings she granted, then I didn’t have to focus on everything else.
On the blackness.
On the deep, dark desire that snapped and snarled, wanting to be free, needing to snatch her and kiss her again. Kiss her until I tasted her tears and ate up all her screams.
Fuck.
Fuck!
This was bad.
Very, very bad.
I was losing control.
I knew I didn’t have the strength to do this.
“Why did you do that?” she yelled over the pumping music. “Why did you lie to Sam about what I said?”
Her voice cut through the haze in my mind.
I snatched that sliver of light, clinging to it with all my might.
“I overheard your entire argument,” I replied, hating how gruff my voice was. How hard it was to speak around the thorns of lust in my throat.
Locking my fingers tighter around her wrist, I dragged her unceremoniously through slightly drunk, mostly high party-goers. “He seemed like a cunt.”
“No more so than you!” She scratched me again, layering pain with pain. “You goaded him into doing something completely out of character—”
“Out of character?” I spun around and faced her.
She slammed into me, and sweet mother of everything fucking holy, I almost ripped open her top and feasted on her nipples that were hard and saluting me. I didn’t give a shit people would see. All I cared about was finding a way to rid myself of this curse before I did something utterly unforgivable. “Let me ask you. How many times has he belittled you? Used your family as a tool of scorn? Put down your job, your hobbies, your life? How many times has he manipulated you into fucking him?”
The girl—Ily—leaped back, stopped short by my hand on her wrist. Her eyebrows shot up to her pink-and-purple-strobe-light-painted hair. “What?” Her nose wrinkled. “That’s…that’s not any of your business.”
“Ah, see. That’s where you’re wrong.” I jerked her close again, our noses almost touching. “I know guys like him. I know how they feed on another’s confusion as they twist words and circumstances. I’m surprised you still have your fight. After the way he tried to keep you under his thumb tonight, I can safely say he’s been doing it for a while. He’s gotten quite used to making you bend to his wishes, and what’s worse is you let him.”
She shook her head, her nostrils flaring as fury painted her pretty face. “I never let him—”
