Page 127 of Cursed Lifeline

Unbuttoning my slacks, I pull my cock free and line myself up at her pussy.

“So when I finally sink inside you,” I hiss, as my crown begins to breach her opening. She lets out a startled gasp and I wrap my hand around her throat. “The feeling of our souls becoming one for the first time has the power to bring me back to life.”

My name falls from her lips as I thrust forward and am suddenly jolted from an addictive dream back to reality.

Sweat poolson my brow as my eyes adjust to the light of my office just as Talon and Dimitri come into view. Their habit of waking me from my slumber is grating on my last damn nerve. Interrupting my nightmare was one thing, but intruding on such a pleasurable daydream is another.

“Good dream,” Talon taunts.

A chuckle escapes his lips as I look down and take note of the bulge in my slacks.

“Fuck off,” I mutter. Leaning forward in my chair, my head falls into my hands. Taking a deep breath, I snap, “Ever heard of knocking?”

“To be fair,” Talon smirks, “We did. Several times. When there was no answer…”

“No answer means no permission to enter.”

Angrily rising from my seat, I stalk over to the window overlooking the club and survey the crowd. “Remember that next time, or they’ll be hell to pay.”

“Hell?” Dimitri scoffs. “We’ve already paid our dues, or have you forgotten?”

When I don’t answer, Talon says, “My bet is he’s forgotten. Seeing as he’s dreaming of souls bringing him back to life.”

Turning around, I debate unleashing an inferno of eternal suffering on them until Dimitri says, “We got a tip. Viktor is in town.” Shocked, furious, I start to speak, but he cuts me off and adds, “And… he didn’t come alone.”

“Where is he?” I demand, making my way quickly toward the door.

“Somewhere you’d never expect,” Dimitri says.

I eye my brothers curiously as we make our way down a spiral staircase to the back of the club.

“With someone you’d never expect, either,” Talon smirks.

“I don’t have time for riddles,” I hiss, as I reach the back entrance and step into the dark of midnight. “Where?” I demand, then stop dead in my tracks when Talon says, “At the Watcher’s Council. With Alfred.”

Forty Four

Alfred

song: teeth | 5 seconds of summer

“Please,”Evangeline pleads as my gaze locks harshly on Viktor’s. The vampire stares me down with the same disdain, the same repulsive hostility I’ve felt for him for close to two centuries as the princess steps closer and whispers, “Alfred, I beg you. There’s nowhere else for us to go, and…”

My gaze bitterly snaps her way, “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you pushed me away and forced me to leave you alone in that cave over a century ago.”

Hurt flashes across her features. Confusion fills her eyes. I’ve never spoken to her this way. I’ve never felt anything but… dare I admit, love… for the princess. But that’s before she insisted I leave her alone with the monster standing beside her. A heathen that did God knows what to her for the decades they spent hidden away in her family's mountains.

My gaze drifts back Viktor’s way when Evangeline doesn’t speak.But his stare is no longer directed at me. It’s focused on the fae in a way that has me believing he found a new religion while tucked away with the only woman I’ve ever loved for close to a hundred years.

Rising from my seat, I step towards him in a jealous rage that causes his stare to finally swing my way. Violent delight shines in his eyes as he takes a step forward, and challenges me to make good on all the vicious, savage ways I’ve longed for him to die. But before anything rash can happen, Evangeline steps between us and places her hand on my chest, halting me.

I’d never regret killing Viktor, but seeing as I’m not sure what exactly transpired in those hills for close to a century, I’m also not sure if doing so won’t also destroy the woman standing in front of me. And so, with deep remorse, I step back, and instead let Evangeline’s touch offer me false hope when I promised myself I’d never let her back in after she shunned what we might have had.

“Please,” she begs again.

Looking down into her eyes, a tender moment passes between us. For seconds I wish were a lifetime, everything around us fades until it’s just the two of us, and my thoughts drift back to the night we were alone on a hill gazing up at the stars.

Her touch reminds me of a promise to wait, to trust, to be the last man she ever loves, even if it means losing her for a while to others that will always be unworthy.

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