Page 62 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
What the hell did I just do? What the ever-loving hell did I just do?
That kiss—that motherfucking kiss. I just…I…it was…it…
Even my mind has gone speechless. I can’t process my thoughts.
And then what did I say? ‘Take me to bed.’
My cheeks blush with embarrassment. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have kissed him. I’m so truly and incredibly fucked. My words were meant to be a bluff to save us, but I wouldn’t be mad if he took me to his bed.
No.
He killed Rowena. Killed her. He’s a killer. And he did countless horrible things to Ambrose. And he’s a vampire. And he used mind control on me.
But…
No buts.
Gods, that kiss was powerful, earth-shattering, life-changing kind of kiss. A kiss that parallels every kiss I had with Ambrose.A kiss that screams mate all the way down to my bones. A kiss that never should have happened.
Turmoil is spinning out of control in my head. My embarrassment strengthens when I realize that Nyx can probably hear every thought I’m having. But when I do a quick scan of my mind, for once, I find it empty. No Nyx. No Ambrose. Just me, thank heavens.
Nyx stares at me, a picturesque statue not giving away any of his own emotions. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and I’m too terrified to try to slip into his mind to figure it out.
I have no idea if my plan worked. But we aren’t being viciously attacked right now, so I’d say it had to have worked at least a little.
Nyx gives me a silent command with one look, but just like me, he doesn’t try to get into my head. Either to give me privacy, or he’s just as terrified by what just happened as I am.
I nod like I understand, but in reality, I’m a puddle of emotions I don’t want to process yet. So, I’ll do anything to avoid thinking too hard about what just happened.
Nyx releases my arm, and it’s then that I realize he’s been holding me this entire time. He takes a step away from me, and my lungs forget how to breathe. Nyx’s back is painted red with his own blood, to the point where his shirt looks like it was always red. Large slits cut through it, though, revealing his open flesh. I don’t know how he walks so smoothly, like he’s not in any pain at all. For any mortal, he’d be near death at this point.
Orson looks up at Nyx, like he’s expecting what’s about to happen. But I don’t have a clue.
Nyx grabs Orson by the throat and lifts him into the air, as if he’s just lifting air. “You don’t get to question my decisions again, and definitely not my mate’s. You don’t get to threaten her life. I’m showing mercy for her sake, but if you threaten her life in any way ever again, it will mean permanent death.”
Orson stares at him, not even trying to fight, like he knows at this point it’s futile.
“Do you understand?” Nyx growls ferociously.
“Yes, my lord.”
And then Nyx snaps his neck, dropping him in a limp pile on the ground.
Everyone stares at him. He’s dead.
Killer…killer…he’s a killer.The words whisper through my head like a strong breeze. He killed Rowena. He’ll kill everyone you love.
It takes me a minute to remember that he’s not really dead, at least not permanently, unless Nyx drives a stake through his heart. Which he doesn’t appear to be doing. I’m not upset if he does, though. That vampire deserved to die for what he did to Nyx’s back.
Nyx turns to face me, as if to ask if what he did was enough or if he should take it further. But I suspect the reason he didn’t kill him outright is that Orson is popular with the other vampires, and it might start an uproar and a revolution against Nyx that could overthrow him as a lord.
I nod, letting him know I think it’s enough.
His lips twitch in response. He walks back to my side and interlocks his fingers with mine. A movement that feels comforting and yet so strange at the same time. Intimate, almost as intimate as kissing. But I know it’s what would be expected of us if we were truly mates.
“Go home, the party is over. My mate will decide Kael’s punishment.” With that dismissal, Nyx leads me through the thick clearing.
“Can I—”
