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He took me to his homemade prison full of moving colors and dizzying walls. Cared for me, in his own, peculiar way. I had memories then...before the blinking caused the total blackouts…
I was growing stronger. He was making me stronger. He was preparing me for the depths of depravity I never could have understood without working to earn every single piece of information we could find—instead of simply hearing it from eager lips.
The darkness inside him that I’m tethered to…the places he has to go…the places I have to go…
He’s spent all this
time preparing me, because he wanted me to be strong. Strong enough to endure the things we’ve had to face already, and the things yet to come.
Hannah used those rings to best assemble a mindless army full of brutalized, loyal warriors, whether they wanted it or not. But she never got Slade, and because of him, she never got me.
John is currently regretting the side he chose.
Speaking of which, his torture goes on for hours, so I eventually move back to go grab my phone, finding it still recording. I stop the recording, returning just as Slade steps away from what little remains of John’s body.
His silver eyes glimmer, and he stares at me like he’s still the predator.
“You were an animal even in flesh,” I tell him as he cants his head from one side to another, studying me. “I need to learn how to do what you just did—release the beasts without constantly shifting. It would help me.”
He stays silent for a minute, the claws retracting. His shirt was ripped off long ago during the fight, and his few wounds seal shut, leaving behind no fresh scars. The blood of his victims is all over him, though.
“That’s all you have to say?” he asks quietly, narrowing his eyes at me.
“I recorded his confession,” I add, my lips pursing as I try to decide when to tell him about the Lokie. Now seems like a terrible time, since his beasts are still so—
He’s on me in the next second, moving so fast that it startles me, and his lips crash against mine. It’s the most violent kiss I’ve gotten from him yet, and it’s also the most devouring, soul-searing, carnal kiss of my life.
He reaches between us, and he rips my dress down the front before tearing it away from my body completely. Since I’ve been shifting so much, I’m not wearing anything else, not even shoes.
A growl vibrates his chest as he lifts me from the ground. The taste of blood enters my mouth—the blood of the enemies slain by his hands.
I feel the wind kissing my bare skin, but I’m not sure if he’s running or dematerializing us, nor do I give a damn. My body feels like every nerve is drawn to him, needing to be as close as possible as I roll my hips and kiss him even harder.
My fingers tangle in his hair as grass hits my back, and he comes down on top of me. His pants seem to vanish from his body so that I feel bare skin gliding against me instead of denim.
My moan is laced with my own little growl, and he tears his mouth away. Familiar frustration hits me when I fear he’s about to leave me, but his eyes merely rake over my body.
My eyes do the same, taking in all his bare skin and the fact he’s certainly aroused. He drags a hand down my chest, trailing it down the valley of my breasts, and I arch my hips toward him.
With a groan, he comes back down to me, giving me his neck. I don’t even hesitate. My fangs form without prompting, and I bite into him for the first time, feeling the power of his blood wash through me as I burn for more.
He forces my mouth away, then his lips find mine briefly before moves in a blur, his mouth latching onto my neck this time. I suck in air when I feel his venom shoot through me, the erotic power of it almost toe-curling as my body starts to burn for a different, more desperate reason.
He’s still latched on when he thrusts in hard, no warning at all. I cry out, but he grips my hips and keeps thrusting, awakening all the desire I’ve tried so hard to suppress since the first time I saw him.
Since the first time he called me Princess like he knew everything there was to know about me, I’ve been desperate for this, denying every instinct inside me the right to have him.
His lips find mine, and our blood mingles in our own mouths with the kiss, as his body continues to move over mine, pushing me up on the soft grass. We flip with me coming down on top of him, and I sit up, rolling my hips as I put one hand down on his chest.
He lies back, watching me for a moment, his hands roaming my body and grabbing one of my breasts before he sits up and bites into the top swell of the one he’s holding.
My breath hitches, and I work my hips faster, pulling his face closer as my head tips back, just reveling in the sensations of the warmth that is spreading through my veins.
The clear sky abruptly clouds over, thunder and lightning crashing at once, as the wind starts to stir around us. I can feel the power rolling off him, and his silver eyes meet mine when I look back down.
He flips me to be on my back again, just as the rain crashes down on us, washing away the blood of the enemies from him as I lean up, latching onto his shoulder this time when I bite down.
So many images flash through my head with the bite, almost like we’ve done this hundreds of thousands of times. For a second, I see us in a bed I’ve never seen before, one with yellow daisies on the spread under us as he leisurely takes his time with me. The sun is streaking in as he rolls me to my side and slides in from behind me as he bites into my shoulder.
