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“See something you like?”
I startle at the sound of his voice, jumping in his lap, but his hands shoot out to pull me harder against him. His eyes crack open, and I swear I melt as everything inside me warms at the way he looks at me.
Leaning down, I smile against his neck before placing a lingering kiss there. “No,” I respond as I inch up to his jaw, pressing another kiss to his skin. “I see something I love.”
His growl vibrates from his chest and along my body, sending goosebumps to raise along my skin. He reaches up, grabbing the nape of my neck and slamming my lips to his in a searing kiss. Nipping and sucking the air straight from my lungs.
I feel him harden beneath me and it rips a moan from my lungs, making me push down and grind against him. Shoving his tongue in my mouth, I suck on it before catching it between my teeth with a smirk.
“You are such a little fucking demon,” he growls, and the way he says it causes heat to pool in my core, feeling myself become slick between my thighs.
I go to take his lips in mine again, but he’s hooked his fingers around the strands of my hair, pulling my head back. The slight sting makes my pussy clench and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Eyes locked on the other, our chests move together in a harsh rhythm.
“I want nothing more than to fucking strip you bare and bend you over this chair, burying my cock so deep inside of you and never leave.” His eyes darken as he stares at my swollen lips. “But if we go any further, I won’t stop. It’s taking all my strength to restrain myself right now with your tight, little body pressed against me, wet and ready.”
His jaw tightens as he swallows roughly, then tucks his head into the crook of my neck, breathing in deeply. “The things I plan to do to you will take days. The need to fill you with my come over and over again will be all I can think about.”
His teeth scrape against my throat before licking away the stinging pain. “But you fell asleep right before I did and I heard a mumbled promise fall from your lips. A death you wish to take. So, the first thing we are going to do is pay someone a visit.”
Draven pulls back to look into my eyes. I don’t have to ask whose death I seek to claim because I’ve been planning this for weeks now. He’s already suspected as much when he followed me that night I met with those who are part of the rebellion.
It’s still daytime as Draven flies us to Asov. Though I could have shadowed us, he said he enjoys the part where he gets to hold me.
We’re currently standing outside, staring up at the pristine double doors. Two white pillars stand tall on each side at the top of the steps as I make my way up with Draven right behind me. He keeps his wings out, full shifted form on display, and the freedom of him not hiding makes my heart swell.
Instead of storming inside, I take my time. Every step is sure and steady because Calloway will never run away. He’s too greedy for power, and too arrogant to fear me if he senses my presence. Unknowingly letting death walk through the front door.
The moment my boot steps over the threshold, I let my darkness invade. It veils over the ivory stone floors in a swirling mist, spreading in every direction as it climbs up the walls and blocks the light from the windows.
The guards finally panic when they realize I’m not here as an ally or for a friendly visit. But their warning cries get silenced when Draven chokes them with his shadows. Not enough to kill them, but enough to make them pass out and drop like a sack of rocks to the floor. I’m sure they will feel that in the morning.
One of the guards accidentally falls on top of another, his face landing on the other’s backside, right between the legs. I hear Draven snicker behind me, and I turn around quickly to smack him in the chest before ascending the flight of winding steps.
When I reach the wide hallway, I turn left and head straight to where I know Calloway will be. It’s where he always hides out.
Our boots are silent on the polished floor as we reach the menacing door that always led to such horror. But this time, I have the control. Draven kisses my cheek, giving me a wink, and then strides back the way we came down the hallway, going to do what I asked of him while he flew us here.
Straightening my spine, I turn back to twist both handles without knocking and push the double doors wide, making them slam and bounce back against the walls.
Calloway is hunched over his desk, but his head snaps up at my intrusion. His shirt is untucked, hair frazzled, and papers are strewn about all over the top of his desk and floor.
Blood rushes to his face as he storms around his desk towards me. “I saw my son with you last in my vision, and now I can’t see him at all!”
Before he can take another step, I throw my shadows at him, grabbing him by the throat. I squeeze tight enough to hold him in my grip while allowing him enough air to breathe.
“D–did you kill my son?!” Spit flies from his mouth as he jerks against my power.
Tilting my head slowly to the side, I purse my lips. “Seems like he did that all on his own.”
If I thought Calloway’s face was red before, then the shade it is now is darker than the blood running through his veins.
“Y–you monster!” he blubbers. “I should have killed you the first chance I got.”
My face scrunches from the scent of stale booze reeking on his breath.
I tsk, shaking my head as I circle around him. “Think what you like, but you are mistaken about one thing.” He tries to twist his head to look at me, but I command my shadows to grip him harder to keep him from interrupting. “You never had a chance. You are weak.” I round his side before stopping right in front of him. Face-to-face. “A coward, and undeserving of the throne, let alone being able to breathe a moment longer.”
“They are ready,” Draven’s voice travels from the doorway, causing Calloway’s eyes to widen as he looks over my shoulder.
