Page 73 of Wolfsbane Hall
“Please,” she said again, begging.
He gave her a chilling side-eye. “I won’t damage you any further, Celestine. You almost died.”
“I didn’t.”
“And you’re a wanton little liar.” He smirked.
“James, I will always be breakable. It’s a part of who I am.”
“I know,” he growled again. Crimson desire spiked in his eyes. “Trust me, all I want to do is fuck you. But I don’t break my experiments when they’re teetering on the edge, and I won’t break you.”
“Then don’t fuck me.” A seductive expression climbed her lips. “Be creative.” She spread her legs wide, exposing her naked folds.
“God, you will be the death of me.” But his smile widened, his hands dug into her thighs, and he began to kneel.
One of his hands slid up her stomach, and he pushed her down so that her back would rest on the table. Billiard balls rolled across the table with sharp clinking sounds as they hit one another. James lifted her legs over his shoulders.
“You’re so wet for me.” He glided his fingers through her slickness and thrust one inside, and she nearly came from that mere touch.
“More,” she whimpered.
He obliged and thrust a second finger into her then leaned in and circled her clitoris with a talented, smooth stroke.
“Oh, fuck.” She bit her bottom lip and rolled her head back, accidentally hitting another billiard ball.
Fire erupted everywhere his tongue touched her. Celestine’s hand reached out and stretched through his silky hair.
“I think you’re enjoying these ministrations.”
Celestine whined at the absence of his tongue, and he chuckled as she pushed his head back down. The sensations he coaxed and the way his hands and tongue moved were like magic.
“I-I am… Oh my God.” Her eyes rolled backward, and his fingers curled into that magic spot, and she came apart completely, screaming at the wallpapered ceiling.
James didn’t stop his fingers or his tongue until she stopped trembling, and once he did, he stood back up and caught her mouth with his. Celestine tasted herself on him, and pure fire consumed her as he placed two fingers back into her core.
“Thank you,” she whispered into his mouth. As she curled her fingers into his hair, something horrible happened. Liquid began to drop from her nose.
Celestine’s nose was bleeding. She pulled away, but not quickly enough; blood got all over James’s lips and tongue.
“I’m sorry.” A sense of terror gripped her stomach, and she clutched her nose, but she didn’t have anything to stop the bleeding. James handed her his pocket square, and instead of cleaning off himself, he licked up the blood with a smile.
Horror struck through her.
“Don’t look so disturbed, sweet Cellie,” he said. “You drink blood every night.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “What? I do not.”
“What do you think is in the elixir?” he asked.
Celestine bit her lip, and confusion slithered up her arms like snakes. “It doesn’t taste like blood. It usually tastes like cherry wine and chocolate.” A confused expression carved itself into her face.
“Does all blood taste like metal?”
“Human blood, yes.”
“Ah, and therein lies your answer.”
Celestine gasped, and her scalp tightened. Everything tightened. “The Specter, and you? You’re really not human?”
