Page 17 of Cursed Lifeline

My head between her thighs.

Her lips sucking around the crown of my cock.

Her back arching in shameless need as I thrust myself deep inside her.

Imagine my surprise when her sinful desires started playing back with my sinister wishes.

Our thoughts tangled into a perfect rhythm for minutes I wish were hours as they indulged in dark yearnings that warn they'll never be sated.

If I had stood there a moment longer and let our fantasies continue to dance to such a tempting tune, in such a riveting, carnal, savage and uncivilized way, there is no telling what I would've done.

I would've committed a wicked, mortal sin.

One neither of us would ever recover from.

Which is why it's imperative I keep distance between us and remind myself that I. Am. Immortal.

Shadows begin to play tricks with my eyes as I continue on my way through the dark forest, and I scowl.The further I get from the Martin manor, and the more Talon's shadows continue to play tricks with my eyes, I accept the fact that I am right to walk away.

Stay. Away.

"If Esme knew half the thoughts floating through your immoral mind, she would have run a stake through your heart the first moment you met," Talon smirks, dropping down directly in front of me from a nearby tree.

Rolling my eyes, I try to side step my way to the right when Dimitri mists out of hiding and leans against the bark of an old oak, and blocks my escape.

"Mortals," he licks his lips. "What they think is sin is nothing compared to the vile, depraved desires we immortals can't help but crave."

When I don't respond, Dimitri cocks his head to the side and arrogantly asks, "Am I right?"

"I wouldn't know," I sigh. "I don't think about mortals that way."

"Lies," he chuckles.

I'm about to defend Esme's honor when Talon steps forward and says, "I warned youthatwas trouble."

"And I warned you to hold your tongue," I snap. "Next time you run it, I'll convince Esme to put a stake throughyourheart first."

"Playing mind tricks with the mortal already, are we?" Dimitri tisks. "Well, well, this is more serious than we thought."

"Then you think too much," I growl.

My brother glares at me, and says, "At least one of us is doing some damn thinking. Getting close to the Slayer is…"

"Keeping the enemy close," I insist, hoping to throw them off my scent. Talon and Dimitri's glare deepens. "Last time I checked, it was considered a powerful, deceptive tactic that will ensure we're ready for any possible attack."

Stepping forward, Dimitri chuckles, "Oh brother, you're the one who is deceived."

"Tricks and treats," Talon grins. "Remember that the next time you're standing watch over her bed."

Lunging for my brother, a commanding wind blows past and holds me back as two shadows appear over his shoulder. Dimitri and Talon part for Alfred and Caelum like the prophetic red sea, and I can't shake the chilling sensation of figuratively being stabbed in the back by my own coven as the Magister Council duo eerily comes closer.

"What the hell is this?" I demand.

But as Alfred's toes meet mine, I understand exactly what is going on. My brothers, the watchers, they're not working together. They just agree about one thing.

"Stay away from Esme," Alfred warns in a protective tone that makes me wish I could sink my teeth into him and send him straight to hell.

"Or what?" I laugh. "You'll let her kill me? Esme couldn't raise a stake to take my life if hers depended on it."

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