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Chapter Twenty-One
Tamsin
I’m so furious I’m shaking. How dare Blake pull this shit now? Flying off the handle for no reason, even after I explained he has nothing to be jealous about? It’s sexist and archaic and presumptuous. What, he thinks we’re going to get married now because we had quick, dirty sex on a hospital table?
But the most frustrating part is that I am falling for him. Why did I ever think I could come back here? How did I think this would work out?
Of course, it’s not like I’d had a lot of choices. My sister is a demon. I’m hiding from a criminal organization. Which is run by some sort of ancient goddess or demon or whatever the hell Darkness is. I don’t think she really fits into any sort of known category.
I can’t have these distractions.
I need to cure Luciana as quickly as possible, and then we need to get out of here before things get any worse. I’m not sure what I’m going to do to get the Night Guild off my trail, but I’ll figure something out. At least with Luciana back to normal, she can help me. I just need her to get back to being her.
I’m also mad as hell at stupid John for continuing to send these ridiculous text messages. It isn’t as if I haven’t been perfectly clear with him. I whip out my phone and fire off a response:
I told you we’re not a couple, and we’re not going to be. The fact that you can’t respect my boundaries says a lot. Stop messaging me.
The adrenaline from my yelling match with Blake wears off, and exhaustion hits me hard. It’s got to be four in the morning by now. I groan as I look around the small bedroom. I’d left my bag out in the kitchen, and I’m damn sure not going back out there to get it. So, I strip off the clothes I’ve been wearing all day, drop them on the floor, and crawl into bed naked. Then I pull the down comforter up to my chin and let sleep take me.
It does, at least for a couple of hours. But then the nightmares set in. The ones I’ve been having ever since I got back here. Of the day my parents died. That moment I got the news. The crushing sweep of black pain, the disbelief. I’d transported myself to the scene of the wreck, poured every ounce of my magic into them, and it did nothing. My magic had abandoned me when I needed it most. Failure had burned through me, and then, finally, the irrevocability of it. The knowledge that they were gone and never coming back. And there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
The dream switches to Luciana of course, and recent events. I’d failed her, too. Left her all alone in her grief while I ran away to New York. Let her be abducted by criminals and turned into a demon. And now I’ve ruined things with Blake. Broken it before it even started. I fail at everything that really matters. I’ve run from every relationship I’ve ever had.
Dawn saves me, a ray of sunlight waking me from my dark dreams. But when I open my eyes and awareness moves to my body, I realize that my magic is burning out of control again. Heat and a buzz like a hornet’s nest move through me, vibrating my jaw and causing a massive headache. Green light sparks from my hands, and a glow radiates off me. I throw back the comforter and sit up, cursing.
Blake is to blame for this. Being near him is intolerable. But being away from him is clearly also intolerable. I need to get back to the hospital and get to work, but I can’t do anything with my magic going haywire like this.
Shit.
I get out of bed and pace back and forth, spinning through a variety of spells in an attempt to dispel the build-up of power. I shrink the bed and return it to normal size. I change the color of everything in the room. I make the flowers in the garden outside the window all bloom even though they’re covered in snow. It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes my magic pulse stronger.
Finally, with a shriek of frustration, I let my magic pour out of me raw. It creates a storm inside the room, lightning and thunder and wind that whip around me in a cyclone of heat and green light.
“What the hell?”
Blake is standing in the door, staring at me with wide eyes. Just one look at him and I know. I can feel the shift in my magic, the tug toward him like a magnet, the yearning for release.
I stride across the room, pushing him back out into the living room, shoving him onto the couch. Lightning prickles from my fingertips, sizzling against his bare chest. I stand over him a moment, fully aware and not caring in the least that I’m completely nude. Confusion flashes over his face as I straddle him.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I growl, and I kiss him.
Our lips meet like the storm I’d just conjured in my bedroom, hot and electric. Blake’s hands wrap around my bare back and he crushes me against him, devouring me with the same desperation I feel. Through his boxers, I can feel him instantly grow hard between my legs. I run my hands through his hair, shimmying my hips so my naked core presses against his cock.
Blake groans and moves his lips down to my breasts, which are hovering right in front of his face. “I thought you said this was temporary.”
I reach down, pull the rock-hard length of him from the slit in his boxers, and slide him into me. Blake shudders, and I gasp. My magic flashes around us, pulsating across the room.
I gyrate my hips, grinding into him. “It is.” I let out a moan of pleasure as Blake flicks his tongue over one nipple, and then the other. “Temporary.”
When Blake sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, my eyelids flutter, and a tremor wracks my body. I grind harder, faster, every slide of Blake’s shaft into my slick core sending a wave of ecstasy through me.
Without warning, Blake lifts me and flips me over on my back on the sofa. He kneels over me and lifts one of my legs, then drives into me, swift and hard. A small scream rips from my lips as both bliss and pain spike through my body.
“You are the most stubborn woman,” he growls, ramming into me again.
“Imperious.” Another thrust.
“Demanding.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and drives into me again.
