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Then pulls down my soaked underwear, exposing me. He runs his tongue over me, making me whimper before he bites.
There.
I scream when he sucks, each pull of his mouth driving me closer to the edge. He slips his fingers into me, giving me something to clench around.
Then his magic overrides all sensation, sending me careening off the edge.
He doesn’t let up. He continues to suck, to mark, to extract every ounce of built-up pleasure that he’s injected into me.
“Zyran!” I scream, not sure if I’m begging him to keep going or to stop, because my body is spasming around his fingers.
He pumps me, pushing his fingers into me up to his knuckles before pulling out, then he does it again.
He releases me and continues to massage me, drawing out my pleasure as I tremble and melt into the sofa.
“I told you that you’d be screaming my name, baby girl.”
My eyes flutter closed. “Yes, Zy. You win.”
He kisses my bruised thigh. “I sure have. I’ve won the most precious prize of all. You, Ishara Doyle. And no matter what happens when Royce gets here, know that you’re not the only one who would claw through time and space for the love of a mate. Because I’m with you, my love. In this life and the next.”
His words are reminiscent of Jasper’s, but distinctly his own.
“In this life and the next,” I agree.
It’s a vow that feels an awful lot like a premonition.
But for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid to face my destiny.
I’m not afraid to stand on my own two feet.
Once they stop shaking, of course.
Chapter40
Kornelius
Idon’t like it that Royce wants to meet me in a graveyard. Death witches and warlocks tend to be more powerful on unholy ground, especially in a graveyard of ancestors.
Sitting on one of the unreadable tombstones, I thump my heel against the ground. “Better not give that asshole any ammunition to work with,” I growl, wondering if I’m sitting on one of the patriarchs’ ancient graves.
The Outcast Coven has been around for a while, only making them stronger as the years go on.
They could be a formidable force, had they not been focused on infighting. The latest war resulted in a massacre very close to home—one I felt even behind my spelled walls.
I could be sitting on a land mine of power.
I don’t like the thought of that, given the number of recent deaths. A chilled breeze rustles debris across the pale grass that has lost all its color. The stench of rot seeps up, burning my nostrils.
I scan the horizon, but Royce isn’t here yet.
Perhaps I don’t have anything to worry about and Royce is just trying to piss me off. He knows I don’t like to be outside my room and my heightened sense of smell would obviously pick up any undecayed corpses.
Although, the recent graves would be those of the rapists I targeted, not patriarchs.
It made no difference. The death stone provided access to the spirits in the death plane—it’s too bad I honestly still don’t know where it has wound up.
My working theory wasn’t too far from the truth I had given Royce to explain its absence. I said it had gone into hiding after so many deaths, “weighed” down by souls that flooded into the death plane after the massacres.
