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“Do not disappoint me by suddenly sounding stupid. This will not end the war.” I glanced over my shoulder at her and how the moon cast a blueish haze over her bright hair. Such a stunning creature. Strange, but stunning. “Have you even been to Ammarett?”
“No.”
“It stinks.” Like human corruption, lies, and betrayal. “I care little about the city—care even less about the lands—but I won’t rest until I killed everyone responsible for the suffering of my family.”
“You’re forgetting that my family suffered, too. Brisden killed my mother. His death won’t bother me; however, seeing innocent people suffer will.”
People who would kill her on sight, but such was the kindness I loved so much about her, where all I managed to harbor was hate. “Do what you have to do. We will fly early, so you best get back to your tent.”
To Sebian.
I barely heard her footsteps in that loud place that was my head, but I sensed the way she walked away from me. As she should. I was not at all the man I was supposed to have become for her. Could Sebian be?
“Mmm…” Came softly from behind me, along with the sensation of a finger stroking along my open strands. “Such humiliation, how she spent the evening in Sebian’s arms… and in front ofeveryone.” A low, malicious chuckle. “Tell me, pretty Raven boy, how does it feel to be rejected?”
My muscles tensed at the sound of Lorn’s voice, at the way her finger continued down my jawline, sending the hairs up along my arms. “What do you want?”
“Nothing, aside from watching you brood and suffer,” she hummed in wicked delight as she pressed her hips against my backside, hand sliding down along my throat for her arm to settle across my chest. “Didn’t I tell you, Malyr? That sweet little girl with her freakishly bright hair isn’t for you.”
A chilling sensation radiated from the pit of my stomach, as if even my guts knew she was right. “Galantia and I are fated.”
“Fate,” Lorn scoffed, letting her other hand reach around my hip, fingers slipping beneath my tunic before they fanned out, stroking over the length of my cock behind the leather. “Fate is currently sleeping in Sebian’s arms, sated on his cock, his sweet words, and those gentle touches thatboreyou. You want to know why? Because fate abandoned us; she tossed us into those stinking dungeons, turning us into their whores.”
The shadows beneath my skin pulsed like a living force, crawling and writhing with the energy of a hundred bugs, their tiny legs prying apart my flesh as they searched for a way out. “Shut… up.”
“Why? Does it make you angry, remembering how they tied you down? How they pulled your pants to your ankles? How they spit on your asshole? How they pushed their—”
“Stop.”
“—cocks up your ass, stroking your hair and kissing your neck until they spilled deep inside you? How they left you behind, dripping, whimpering,crying? Or maybe…” Her hand gripped my cock like a vise, her fingers kneading and squeezing the engorging flesh until it was heavy and pulsing. “Mmm, yes, it makes you angry. Because it makes you hard.”
I clenched my eyes shut as if I could somehow hide from the degradation, the shame of how I twitched under her touch. “I hate you.”
Hated this perverse connection we shared. Hated how she teased the most contemptible reactions from my body. Hated how I longed to escape the past and the memories of the dungeons, only for her to relentlessly pull me back, her words, her reminders, her touch a chain anchoring me to the darkness.
“I hate you, too,” she crooned, releasing my cock with a slow slide of her palm, gliding around my hip and between us.
My ass clenched tight, yet my cock gave a single tingling throb that wrenched a moan from my lips. “I told you in the library never to touch me again.”
“Oh, but you like how I touch you,” she said with a roll of her hips. “Did she ever touch you like this? Mmm, how silly of me to ask; she’s too prude for that. You’re too afraid to ask her, are you not? Too afraid—”
“You will not speak of her.”
“Too afraid that she will judge you, laugh at you, think you a lesser man.” Her fingers stroked along the curves of my buttocks, tracing the indentations of muscle that ran down each side before coming to rest in the cleft between them. “Did you truly think your little void will pull you out of the darkness, pretty Raven boy? Take you from me? Malyr, there has been nothing for us but darkness. There will be nothing but shadows.”
Shadows that coiled tighter around my heart each time she rubbed her hand along my cleft, making me moan or whimper, or both. “Why do you keep doing this to me? To yourself?”
“Why? Because you love when I remind you how they made you their woman, all weak and vulnerable. Pretty Raven boy, they called you when they fucked you. And after they forced your cum from your body? They spit on you. They laughed and called you a faggot.”
I growled low. “I told you to—”
Shadows clawed their way up my throat where her other hand still rested, digging into my skin, choking me. “Such a pretty Raven boy.”
I shuddered at the way her fingers fondled my ass through my breeches, drawing circles around the sensitive skin before pressing against my anus. Yes, I liked things I shouldn’t… given the circumstances under which I’d acquired the taste.
Loved the anticipation of what was to come even more, which had a drop of seed emerge, thick and wet, from my crown. This had been our sick game for years. Lorn would try to overwhelm me with her shadows, and I would let her. Allow myself to go back to the dungeons, to the feeling of being utterly powerless while they hurt me.
Next, I would overpower Lorn. Yank her hair, maybe slap her. Call her a filthy whore. Then I would rape her, fast and hard, just like she wanted. Because that was what she thought she was, a whore to be used, worth nothing more than that, and certainly not a bond with her mate.
