Page 36 of True Sacrifice
“But everything could mean a lot of things.” I felt the nervousness twisting and curling its way from her.
“Can I show you?” I had to break her in, just not break her.
“Not in the dungeon,” she said, with a little quiver in her voice. But ultimately, curiosity won over that, and a tiny amount of lust curled back as I ran my thumb along her lips and down her chin until I grasped her sharply.
“How about here? I’ll even let you have a safe word.” Was my little pet really going to let me play with her?
She bit her bottom lip gently, almost searching for the path I had touched. “Sheila,” she said with a smirk.
“Your friend? The human?” Confusion rolled through me, such an unsettling emotion.
“Sheila is my safe word,” she said confidently.
“You’re using your friend’s name as a safe word.” That was not what I would have expected her to choose. Really, I expected pineapple.
“Yeah, because if you don’t stop, she would kick your ass for me. Now, she can be my universal call for help for you guys.” She seemed pleased with her choice, and who was I to judge? I let go of her and backed away to give her some space for her decision.
“If you want me to stop, say Sheila and I will, but if you’re strong enough, I will show you the most intense pleasures you have ever known.” I needed this so fucking badly. I needed her.
“Ok,” she breathed. A nervous sort of excitement was coming off her. She reached out to touch me and I gripped her wrist. A flash of concern crossed her as I caused her some mild pain.
“You cannot understand the depths of pleasure until you have experienced the depths of pain,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes, hoping she could understand. “I want to show you that you are so much stronger than you ever realized. That you can withstand so much more pain than you ever thought possible, and I will reward you with just as much pleasure.”
I felt her calm. “Ok,” she said with a nod of her head.
She was so fucking perfect. “Run,” I said with a deep grin.
Her eyes rounded in surprise as she scrambled to get up and away from me. I gave her a few second head start before I took after her toward the bed. She jumped across it in a hurry, turning back to see me on the opposite side from her. With a smirk, she turned ghost and I lost all sight of her, but she still hadn’t learned how to turn off her scent. I lunged at where I knew she was, hoping to make her switch her form in the panic.
She escaped and floated around my room, flickering in and out. I only had to wait her out. She hadn’t come in with much power, which meant she would turn back soon, anyway. I figured she would make a break for the door and that was exactly what she did. It was kind of her move with the other guys, so why not me too.
I waited for her power to be depleted as she tried to open the door. I forced the door shut again, locking it up tight. My fox turned around to face me.
“You must really want to be fucked up against this door,” I said, smiling. I grabbed the front of her shirt by one of the burn holes and tore it in half. I heard her gasp above the sound of the fabric being destroyed beneath my hands.
CHAPTER16
MORRIGAN
Rrrrrriiiiiipp
My shirt torn into so many pieces they seemed to float down to the ground. As if the very molecules in the shirt saw Justice standing before them, and saw they offended him.
He rested his hand on my stomach, his skin hot against mine. His thumb lazily moved against my bare skin. My heart hammered in my chest from the thrill of the chase, and I pressed my weight against the back of the door. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Pleasure and pain. Fear and lust. Was I really ready for this? Probably not, but I wanted it. I wanted it like I would cry if I didn’t get it. Blame it on me becoming more of a demon, or maybe I could just own proudly that I liked what I liked.
He kissed me like we were back in the library, slowly and teasingly. I imagined us up against a bookcase in this same position. We would have to see if we could be silent. He stopped kissing me suddenly, giving some space between us, making me open my eyes to watch with intense fascination.
Taking a knife from one of his many holsters, he brought the blade between us. It seemed like he was studying my reaction. It looked beautiful, as it reflected the light cast by the fire as Justice’s hands twisted the blade.
Injuries were different now that my body was healing quicker. I was curious about what he would decide to do with it next.
He smiled at me, sliding the blade up my skin between my breasts. He entirely cut my bra off me while the sharp bite of pain, like a hot pen sliding up my skin, told me he had also cut me. My heart hammered in response, but I wasn’t afraid. I looked down to see the streams of red blood that ran from the wound. He cut me deeper than I thought, and I hissed out the pain as I saw it.
The pain receded and then disappeared almost as quickly as it came on. I wouldn’t be able to heal very well if he continued to cut so deep. A ripple of fear rolled through my body as I shuddered.
I watched his hand come up. His fingertips sliding into the blood, creating designs. Fingers whispered along the bottom of my breast, pulling me deeply into the pleasure category. My fear effectively replaced with the certainty that this was my mate, and he would never take it beyond what I could handle. His lips found mine again as his hand grew bolder, reaching up to cup and massage my breast, smearing my blood all around. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his lips turn up into a smile.
“Pain and pleasure, my pet. You can’t have one without the other,” he whispered in my ear. I yelped as he flicked my nipple, and I felt the short bite of pain once more.
