Page 18 of The Book of Legends
“Have a seat,” he says and gestures to the couch.
I sit facing him. He watches me intently, and suddenly, I see balls of fire in his eyes, burning like two flames dancing. I blink vigorously. The air in the room grows thick with heat. My skinprickles with sweat between my breasts, my nipples pressing against the top. My breathing slows.
Everything in the room becomes brighter, reminding me of the first time I was buzzed on alcohol. I shift in my seat, awareness from his gaze skating over my exposed skin, holding me still.
“What music do you like to play?” I ask, getting lost in the fire dancing in his black glossy eyes.
“I like to sing. In the forest, when my kind unite after a hunt, we gather around the fire and eat. After, we celebrate by singing and dancing.”
“How many are you?” I ask curiously without breaking eye contact. As much as I want to stop staring, I can’t.
“Enough. When we chant, the UbreNymphs come out to celebrate with us from deep in the caves where there’s barely light. They are drawn to the shadows brought forth by the fire.”
“And where are the others now?”
“Some are on a hunt. That was where I was supposed to go before you showed up.”
Guilt claws at me. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh no,” he rushes out. “It’s an honor.”
He holds his hand out to me, and I take it without thinking. He pulls me gently toward him and begins to sing. His voice is beautiful, a deep undercurrent flowing through the hair coasting over my skin, like wind flowing through the tall grass in a field. I’m not sure if it’s his singing or the heat kissing my skin, but I start to undulate my hips. I’m not sure why or how I’m doing it. I smile when he twirls me around, causing the room to spin like I’m on a merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster.
My chest rises and falls with each breath. My skin is aroused with heat. I moan when he pulls me against his chest. “That’s it…just like that,” he praises, whispering in my ear.
I try to focus, but the room keeps spinning. My clit throbs, and I’m trying to make it stop, but I can’t. I’m losing control. My body hums like an instrument plucked by invisible fingers vibrating through my bones.
I blink, and his eyes are large burning embers, flickering like firelight. “Would you like to hear my song?”
The words curl around me, sinking deep into my bones. A melody slips into the air, not from an instrument, but from his lips. It’s beautiful, softer than any lullaby, richer than any hymn.
My breath catches with the need to run, but my body betrays me. My hips move on their own, slow and undulating. Pleasure unfurls in my stomach, curling low. My head is foggy, my limbs turn weightless, but I’m not falling.
This isn’t me. This isn’t real.
“Eryndor,” I moan, trying to pull away.
He hums another note, and my knees buckle.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
My vision warps. No. No. No.
His hands skim my sides. My clothes feel too tight, my breath too shallow. A voice in my head screams to wake up.
“What are you doing?”
“What I need to do,” he says and continues to sing. The melody laces through my mind, sweet like honey and thick like syrup. My limbs refuse to move, heat curling in my stomach.
I feel something heavy on my shoulders and then something hard rubbing between the cheeks of my ass over my pants. He drags his rough hand over my sweater.
“Touch yourself, Selene. You know you want to.” Then he continues to sing in a haunting melody. The sound wraps around my ribs like a vice, a symphony of deep notes and whispered words I don’t understand. My chest rises and falls, but I can’t tell if I’m breathing or drowning in the string of notes. Golden threads ripple from his lips, twisting the air like tendrils.It slithers around me, curling around my arms, my throat, gripping my mind. It’s euphoric, trapping me in its golden vine.
Rolling my head against his shoulders, trying to fight, I whisper, “No, I can’t. Please. Stop.”
“Easy,” he hisses. “I can make this feel good for you. Give in.” A part of me screams. My pulse beats too loud. My fingers twitch. The room around me pulses gold and violet. Ribbons swirl in the air.
Then—
