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“Zee, please... It’s killing me to see you like this.” She touched Zee’s cheek.
And Zee flinched, jerking back.
Because the touch hurt.
“I don’t want a pity fuck, Meri.”
Meri didn’t flinch, didn’t blush. “You know it’s more than that. Please, honey.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Shame filled her now, because Zee did know. Swallowing, she averted her gaze. “But it won’t help, Meri. Please... Just go.”
Meridia swore under her breath and gave her a fulminating look.
“I’ll rip his testicles off and tie them into a knot, then choke him with the shredded remains,” she swore. Without waiting for an answer, she cut around Zee, careful not to touch, and left.
Zee’s knees gave way in the next second and she sprawled on the floor while the ache of denied need twisted and twined through her. The wolf howled and raged.
And the other part, the darker part, the feral, maddening hunger, it shredded at her willpower.
Go, it shrieked. Find a lover... let me free. If not the Regnar, then somebody else. He won’t be able to resist me. Let me free and nobody will tell you no.
Tears started to fall.
Ignoring them, staring woodenly at the ceiling overhead, Zee unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off, along with her boots.
Then, completely alone, she locked the mad demon away and slid a hand down her belly, the hot swollen folds between her thighs.
It hurt just to touch herself. Actual, physical pain that stole her breath and overshadowed any real pleasure she might have felt.
But if she didn’t soothe the hunger somehow, it would either drive her to madness or unconsciousness, and she couldn’t risk losing control. Worse, if she didn’t drag it under control, sooner or later, it would control her—and any weak-minded male in her vicinity. The shape she was in, her only saving grace was that only Atargarians lived on this block.
No weak wills existed there.
Memories spun through her mind as she tried to find relief from the brutal pain brought on by years of deprivation.
“Leanan Sídhe,” Nikolai breathed out, staring at her as if he didn’t even recognize her. “You’re Leanan Sídhe. A leech. You’re a fucking succubus and you’ve been using everything I feel for you against me.”
No, Zee wasn’t a succubus. She didn’t feed from the life force of men, or women. But she was driven by that very nature to seek sexual contact, to seek a lover.
You’re a fucking leech.
More tears fell.
She stroked harder, pinching her clitoris hard enough to hurt.
It took almost twenty minutes to appease the monster within. And every touch, every glide of her fingers felt like a blade against her own skin.
