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The room around me fractured and fell away, and I woke in my bed. In the darkness, the drapes billowing.
The shadows moved, and a shape stepped into the moonlight.
Ezekiel?
He moved fast, enveloping me in a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “I had to see you. Feel you. Alive. You’re alive.”
I wanted to hug him back. To inhale his scent, to?—
Rage burned up my throat and choked the joy burgeoning in my chest, and then there was nothing but red.
Chapter 21
HEMLOCK
Acrash jolts me out of sleep, and I’m moving toward Orina’s room even before I’m fully awake. I throw open the door and freeze as my brain attempts to comprehend what I’m seeing.
Ezekiel is on the ground with Orina on top of him, dagger clasped in her hands, its tip a few inches from his heart as he attempts to hold her off.
But he won’t be able to for long.
Her rage can nullify his power. It weakens him. It momentarily makes him mortal.
That is the curse.
Like this, she’s almost unstoppable.
Almost.
I run and tackle her, throwing her off Ezekiel. “Go! Get out! Now!”
He’s smart enough not to argue and mists to shadow before vanishing out of the window.
I manage to knock the dagger under the bed and pin Orina to the floor. She thrashes and tries to buck me off, her face contorted with rage, her eyes dark with Loviator’s poison.
“No! No! Enough!” I crush my mouth to hers hard enough to taste blood and pin her to the floor with my body. She thrashes and growls, wild with untamed rage. She rakes at me with her nails, cutting a burning path across my shoulders, and I’m immediately painfully hard.
I pull my mouth free and flip her onto her front so her ass is at my crotch, then pin her wrists above her head with one hand, leaving the other free to brace her hip. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Fuck you. Fuck you. You want this. You want me like this, don’t you? I bet you get off on it. I bet you?—”
I shove my hand down the front of her waistband and cup her pussy. She hisses and bucks against me, and fuck she’s wet. I thrust against her ass and work her at the same time, but it’s not enough. I canfeelher rage surging again as if we’re fucking connected. As if she’s a radio and I’m the receiver.
Shit.
I turn her to face me and kiss her again, crushing her to me and stealing her breath. Hands free, she claws and scratches, pulling me closer and pushing me away at the same time. My heart expands, echoing thefury rushing through her. I grip her throat and squeeze, and she gasps, eyes rolling as the fury ebbs a little.
“Dammit, Orina, fight it.”
She focuses on me through tears of wrath and frustration. “I need…I need you…” She sounds torn and conflicted and desperate. And I know what she’s asking. What she needs. Loviator’s signature cocktail of pleasure and pain is the only thing that will soothe the beast, and oh God, I want to give it to her.
Bury myself deep in her and come so hard I see stars, but I can’t. I?—
She grabs me through my jeans and squeezes my length.
A strangled groan leaves my lips as a wave of darkness fills my mind, and my body reacts like a moth to a flame.
My control snaps.
