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Lucian was right. I’m a witch.

I’m a motherfucking eldritch witch.

And I’m free.

CHAPTER TEN

"DID YOU MISS ME?"

“What…what did you do?”

I turn to look at Lucian. He’s sitting on the floor, blood around his mouth and all over his chest and neck.

Yummy.

He most certainly is, especially knowing whose blood that is, but…his eyes are wide and his expression stilled.

“I…did I do something wrong?”

He blinks.

“Wrong?” He gets up and comes to stand in front of me.

I tower over him. It feels strange. It feels weird to be so much taller than him, so I pull back the tentacles from the floor and put my feet on the ground, setting the world order back to rights. Where Lucian is taller and handsomer and stronger, and I’m just Yu-jin.

“My darling boy, that was brilliant.” He grins from ear to ear and wraps his arms around me. “I told you. You’re magic.”

The tentacles wrap around Lucian’s chest and cuddle him closer to me. I won’t lie. That feels hot.

Delicious.

I have to agree with the monster inside me.

My cock jerks against his, and he purses his lips. He’s just as hard as I am.

He licks his lips and then teases mine. The coppery taste of Kevin’s blood pinches my taste buds. It should disgust me. It should be the last thing I want to taste. But he’s dead, and tasting his blood is all sorts of intoxicating.

After so many years of being his plaything, being able to taste his blood fills my body with something I’ve never felt before.

Something like retribution.

I tug Lucian even closer and bring my lips up to his, blood be damned. I want Lucian’s flavor in my mouth. The man who gave me my life back. The man who gave my freedom.

His tongue lashes out, and I drink every part of him I can get, like a vampire thirsty for his fix. And I guess that’s what I am right now. I may not be a blood bonder, but drinking Kevin’s blood feels a little like I’m taking back my power. The power he stole from me every day for the past five years.

My cock jerks. The tentacles pulse with an equally drunken need, and suddenly, kissing Lucian isn’t enough.

I pull back and look into his eyes. He’s staring right back at me, desire in his eyes.

I want him.

I want him badly.

I want him so badly it’s illogical, nonsensical even. Because I’ve known him less than twenty-four hours, but I want to give him everything I’ve got. I want to give my all, and I want to take his.

He freed me. But it’s not just that. It’s the way he burns for me every time he looks at me. It’s the way his body reacts whenever I touch him. It’s the words he uses to reassure me.

I’m his darling boy. And I don’t want to be anything other than that.

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