Page 90 of Their Blood Rite

I rush over. He turns and goes to rip my throat out, but stops when he sees me. I look at his front leg and wince, seeing blood and bone.

Falling to my knees, I grip the metal trap and try to prise it open. His bone is horrendously broken.

‘Don’t shift back,’ I warn. ‘Or this thing will snap your arm clean off.’

My hands cut on the rough steel as I pull. Both he and the snake suddenly look to the left.

‘You hear something?’ I ask.

Archie nods and starts using his other paw to help me open the trap. It moves an inch, ripping at the wound and causing more blood to gush out.

‘Almost there,’ I whisper.

The bushes rustle, and three hooded figures step out, their bows drawn and arrows pointed at Archie.

Not me.

He lowers himself, acting as a barrier between us, snarling a low, demonic growl from deep within his chest. My snake hisses before slithering off my arm and disappearing into the long grass.

Grunting, I keep pulling.

They let loose an arrow, hitting Archie in the shoulder, making him release one hell of a roar. It’s so loud, my ears ring when it ends.

Another arrow hits him.

As his blood spills over my hands and seeps inside the cuts the trap gouges into my palm, the dark magic of the blood hits me like a fucking hammer.

I release the trap and grip his wound, ignoring his cry of pain as the trap slams shut.

I feel that dark and forbidden power. It’s warm and comforting. I shake, just as I shook when Archie glided his tongue over my pussy. Just as I shook when he filled me up.

I smile. It’s almost orgasmic in itself as I use my blood magic.

I turn to the three men and raise my hand.

They fly backwards, slamming into trees and rocks.

The ground shakes. Then it starts to rise.

I know then that this is not just any attacker.

They’re earth witches.

My own coven.

It’s them beneath the cloaks.

A great wave of rock and soil streams towards us, twice as high as I am.

I reach out my hand. It stops. With a shove, I send it back. It returns to the three others, and I hear them scream as it hits them.

‘You’re not the only ones with earth magic, fuckers,’ I grunt.

I’m body slammed from behind.

Archie snaps his jaws, and I hear a wet squelch and the sound of ripping. When I land in the dirt, I’m met with the gaping hole of a man’s neck. Blood spurts all over my face, landing in my mouth and eyes. Quickly, I shove the headless corpse off me in utter disgust.

Archie spits the severed head aside and looks back in the direction of the assailants to release a bone-shaking roar.

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