?She is a drug that I am addicted to. Take her away and I’ll die. There is no cold turkey – as the humans say. I’m too dependent, too enraptured, too consumed. She is everything and if only she could see that.
?I down the rest of my drink and finally get up to go over there. Too many hands have touched her that do not belong to me or her fated.
?Another thing in the long list that revolves around her. The worship people seem to have for her. A forgotten goddess, and yet no one knows what that really would mean. I don’t think she is that, though. She’s said she’s not a god. And even with her clever word-weaving, she’s been adamant about that. About her being nothing.
?No one else matters as I work my way through the crowd. Most of her friends have joined in the dance floor. Ruleten is with his girlfriend and the rest of them paired up. All that’s left is my Mavyn. The troublesome poison drop with her fox-tongue words and damning eyes.
?I’m not even close to drunk, but she clearly is. Those vials of hers must be some sort of strong dosed drink or elixir or poison. I look forward to tasting it from her lips.
?She isn’t deterred when I slide my hands up her waist and press my body to hers. Her back to my front. My hard, aching cock nestled just above her ass.
?I need to fuck her again. I need to be inside her. I needher.
?I bend my neck down until my lips are able to meet her shoulder. Moving my hips to her beat and to keep us locked together.
?She tilts her head to give me access to her neck. My fangs ache with a need to bite and drink. I want to taste her so badly. I want to mark her. Litter her body withmyfang imprints.
?“Are you still mad at me?” I whisper into her skin. Sliding my hands up to beneath her breasts and all the way down to the hem of her little dress.
?She hums and then her hands come up and her fingers thread through my hair. Her nails scraping against my scale and I reward her by tracing my fangs against her neck.
?Her pulse even and slow with her blood steadily flowing through her veins. Even though it should be rushing and I can tell whatever she’s been drinking is some sort of poison. Not the spirits many call poisons due to their strength, what she’s been drinking is actual poison.
?I hum into her skin and concentrate on keeping control and not rushing her to the healers like I want to. I know she’s fine because I know she knows her poisons and elixirs. She knows what she’s doing.
?Shealwaysknows what she’s doing.
?I think that’s the problem.
?I think that’s something we all need to start anticipating better. We really don’t know anything.And she does.
?Brushing my lips against her pulse, I trace my fangs again and she moans and tips her head back to give me better access.
?I wonder if she would let me bite her now.
?I contemplate asking. I wouldn’t let my mark stay. I’d even help heal it so it’ll by gone by the morning. I just want to taste her. I want my mouth on her in a more connected way. I want her pulse to spike as I drink her limitless blood.
?Her head twists and her lips brush against my ear. “I am mad that you hurt yourselves. Only I should hurt. Only I burn.”
?My hands tighten on her skin as my body tightens. Her words slightly slur from her drunken state, but her meaning is there.
?“I already told you,” I whisper to her. “I will burn with you for the rest of eternity so long as I’m with you.”
?She clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth and her fingernails scrape against my scalp. “That’s the problem, my demon. Only I am allowed to burn.”
?“No,” I growl this time. “You are not alone. Not anymore.”
?She sighs and relaxes her body into me. “I wasn’t alone before. I remember you. Mine, who loved me always. Yoursouls. . . I saw them when we weren’t connected and you were always mine.”
?I hum though I have no idea what she’s talking about. But she smiles softly as she continues swaying to the beat. Everyone else a world away as we move together.
?“I hope after you’ll come back to me. I think you will. You have always before. But it’ll be different this time. I promise. This time it will be me who burns instead of you.”
?“I’ve never burned before, Poison. And I’ll always come back to you. In every lifetime.”
?“Every lifetime,” she muses. She blinks up at me and when she opens her eyes they’re no longer their light rosy pink. Beautiful,powerfuldark red irises, though this time there’s a ring of black with a ring of softy glowing silver around her iris. “Thank you.”
?My brows twitch down as I ask, “For what?”
