Page 107 of Her Blood Revenge

He’s naked and back in his human form, and his focus is on Pixie. She just saved the life of the coven that tried to kill her. Every survivor looks at her, eyes almost as wide as they were when they were faced with Sathick.

She turns to face them. I can hear her heart pounding. It’s anger in her blood. Hatred. Not at the monsters, but at the coven.

And we wait. Wait to see what she does next.

If she slaughters them, I won’t stop her. I wouldn’t blame her. Their fate belongs to her and no one else.

Bensen. The snivelling creep. He is shoved from the group and forced to face her on the coven’s behalf. He stumbles over his feet, unable to look at anything but her. And she stands tall. Her back straight. Every muscle is primed and ready. Her fists are clenched, and she has a look of formidable power and grit.

My girl.

My fucking witch.

Bensen, shaking and pale, falls to his knees and bows his head. The toad starts to grovel, stuttering over his words as the rest of his coven looks on in a mixture of disappointment and confusion.

‘Thank you. Thank you for saving-’

She spits on him. He doesn’t dare make a move to wipe it off his face, but I know he’s enraged.

‘You do not get to speak to me.’

She turns on her heel and walks away, sure to kick up a good amount of mud that finds his face perfectly. She has no interest in his words. No interest in their thanks. He spits out a mouthful of mud, wipes her spit from his face, and glares after her.

She comes towards us.

She stops before me, her head tilted upwards, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a smug little smile tugging at the corners of her sweet little mouth.

‘Anythingyouwant to say?’ she asks.

I lean down so my nose is against hers.

‘Thank you, Pixie. We are very grateful. And extremely proud.’

Her smile erupts, and her entire face lights up. I know that’s the first time anyone has ever said those words to her, and I mean them with all my heart. She leans in and rises on her tiptoes.

And kisses me.

She actually kisses me!

She pulls back, leaving me stunned and brimming with joy.

‘You are very welcome.’

She looks at Archie and opens her mouth to speak but gets distracted when she sees him naked. Her eyes linger before she drags them back up. Archie offers her a wink. Her change has made her sexual desires far more prevalent. A blood witch always seeks out stimulation, and lust has, and will always be, one of their most fundamental and controlling states. She fights it. But it’s clear to see.

And smell.

Her pussy smells divine every time she gets aroused, and right now, seeing Archie naked and after wielding such power and control, I know her carnal needs are surging.

But she wants control. So I won’t encourage it.

For now.

She walks to Archie, and her lips find his. They kiss.

I look at Dorian, who holds a satisfied half grin as he watches them both.

‘Well,’ Archie breathes as she pulls back. ‘That’s a most welcomed development. And thanks for the save, Pix. You’re quite the artist.’

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