Page 91 of Creation's Captive


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Deep breaths–sooth the anger.

Rational. Not emotionally charged.

“Leon, you can’t expect me to put my realm, those I love, at risk. I can’t do that.” I look at him earnestly, pleading with him to see reason. To understand why I can’t do what he’s asking of me.

It doesn’t work.

“You need to look at this from the bigger picture, Vivian. A sliver of humanity is nothing – nothing compared to the survival of all the realms.”

Oh boy.

My vision starts to go red. My mind fogs further, and I dig my nails into my palms to stop my concentration from breaking. The bond is lighting up, the heat between us now magnetizing. The pull strengthens, trying to draw me closer to Leon. Still, I fight it, refusing to leave my chair. Sweat breaks out at my temple from the effort.

Leon continues, still trying to sway me. “It isn’t even your realm anymore. You need to let that foolish notiongo. You belong with me. Here. Think of it. The moment the council hears that we have succeeded in our mission, I’ll be redeemed in their eyes. It’s likely they will grant you immortality for your services to them and allow us to remain bonded together for eternity. This is our second chance, Vivian. Stop being irrational and unlock my collar – now.”

That does it.

Standing abruptly in my chair, I ignore my trembling legs as my body fights against the bond. The fog and heat in my brain are urging me to forget this argument and do whatever it is he wants. Fury grounds me, and I hold onto it with a vengeance. “No, Leon. You’re delusional. I am not going to live here with you. I am not going to keep our bond. And I will NOT be uncollaring you so you can go obliterate MY home!”

I might be a murderer with no worth. This might be the only person who will ever love me. But if that love comes at the cost of the people I love, then I will burn this relationship to the ground. No one gets to hurt my friends. I want to live, but I will gladly die for them.

Leon responds with a low growl, letting go of the table to tower in front of me. He’s eyeing me like I’m his target rather than Sin or Morgana. I sway, but I’m determined to hold my ground or blackout trying. Leon watches me struggle, tilting his head at me. He can undoubtedly feel the impossibly tight snapping of the bond as I fight against it with everything I’ve got.

His voice is low and threatening. “You cannot break the bond. You cannot run from our destiny. Stop thinking you have a choice in this.”

I’m almost delirious now from the throbbing in my head, and I can feel blood oozing down my hands as my nails bite into my palms even further. “I won’t.” My voice breaks, and my words come out as a strangled choke.

Leon steps closer to me now, his gaze taking on the same feral look he gets whenever I bring up breaking our bond. The pull of him makes me sway, and I bite harder on the inside of my cheek. The pain in my head is becoming in ear-splitting ringing.

My realm. My home. My friends.

I keep repeating the words as a mantra, trying to ground myself.

I won’t break. I can’t.

Leon’s feral look is accompanied by a wicked smirk as he takes in the state I’m in. Rather than helping, he moves to stand behind me so our bodies are only a hair’s breadth apart. “Look at you.” He whispers, his voice coming low, just at the sensitive spot below my ear. I shudder.

“Fighting an impossible fight, just like Cassandra did.” His hand comes around me to stroke a path from my jaw to my chest. My body leans into his touch, feeling as though I’m being branded with pleasure.

His whisper returns at the same spot behind my ear. “Our destiny has been written long before you were ever born Vivian. Need explained it to me. Cassandra had to fall so that you could be born, and together, we could bring a new age. You couldn’t fight your destiny then, and you certainly can’t fight it now. You are mine. Every breath you have, you breathe for me. Everythought you think, you will think of me. Every touch on your body, it will come from me. No one else.”

I frown at his words. It’s like I’m trying to hear underwater again. I want to piece together what he’s saying. I know he’s telling me something new. But Leon’s hand now strokes a path down my side, coming to rest on my outer thigh. My body goes limp, and the ringing is getting worse. The heat envelops me so thoroughly I feel its claustrophobic vice on me, making my pulse race even more wildly.

“I know you feel it. The desire and the pain from fighting it. It will not stop.” Leon continues, his hand continuing its gentle toying with me. “And I willneverlet you go.”

With those words, he grabs my hair, yanking my head back as he spins me to face him. I gasp at the pain, and he takes that opportunity to claim my mouth.

My body burns for him. I will shatter if he stops. The bond is molten fire as it strips away every thought I have. Every thought I’ve ever had. There’s only Leon.

Leon throws me onto the table before descending over me to claim my mouth for another devouring kiss. My head comes off the hard surface, making it hurt even more. He wrenches up my shirt to cup my breasts, and my body responds, oblivious to the pain.

Leon growls as I respond to his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him as passionately as he kisses me. He pinches at my nipple hard. I press myself into him, moaning at his touch.

I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him even closer. Leon uses that opportunity to stop kissing me and grabs my hair again. Wrenching my head back to exposemy neck, he places hot kisses down the exposed column of my throat. The hand that is toying with my nipple releases me momentarily to rip off my bra so that I’m fully bared to him. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at it.

I’m caught in a haze of pain and pleasure. I can’t remember why we’re here or what we’ve been talking about. I can only feel, and right now, I feel like I’m going mad with pleasure. Leon’s hand trails back to my stomach, slipping below my leggings. He takes full advantage of the fact that my legs are still spread open on either side of him. His fingers tease along my slit, already soaked for him.

Leon’s mouth releases my nipple, but he keeps a firm grip on my hair so I can’t see him. His other hand still only teases at my entrance and his palm glances over my clit. I writhe, trying to get him to give me more.

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