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I whisper against her ear.“You’re so wet for me already, and I’ve barely touched you, little bird.”
Brigid moans softly, her hips jerking involuntarily.“Marius, I...”
“Shh,” I soothe, now circling her clit with my thumb.“Let me take care of you. One night, that’s all I’m asking. And we’ll get your precious Rory back.”
Brigid’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, her breath catching. When she opens them again, she stares directly into mine, unblinking.
“One night,” she agrees.“Just one. Then you leave me alone.”
I step back, withdrawing my hand from her pants. A half-smile tugs at my lips as I watch her try to compose herself. The fucking irresistible scent of her cunt lingers on my fingers, and I bring my finger to my mouth, licking the delectable taste of her off it, as Brigid watches.
“Deal,” I say, letting my satisfaction seep into my tone. She’s mine, if only for a night. And I intend to make it count. This has gone on too long.
Brigid smooths her clothes, a hint of defiance returning to her posture.“Don’t look so smug, Marius. It’s just sex.”
I chuckle, enjoying her attempt at bravado.“Oh, little bird. We both know it’s never‘just’anything with us.”
She rolls her eyes.“Whatever. We need to focus on recreating the rift. That’s the priority here.”
“Of course,” I agree, my voice dripping with false sincerity.“What are you waiting for? Tick Tock.” I tap my watchless wrist.
Brigid narrows her eyes at me, unamused.“Just... behave yourself, okay? This is serious.”
I hold up my hands in mock surrender.“I’m always serious when it comes to you, little bird.”
Chapter Fourteen
Marius
I grasp onto Brigid’s hand, my skin sparking with little shocks wherever we touch. Our fingers entwine easily, as if we were always meant to join forces.
A soft hissing noise fills the air as our magic meshes, almost like whispers in an indecipherable language. An occasional crackle can be heard, almost like static on a radio. The power surges through us, dark and seductive. Shadows swirl around our bodies, pulsing with barely contained energy.
The shadows draw together, thickening, stretching and twisting into impossible shapes. They dance around us, alive with an elemental energy that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Brigid’s grip on my hand tightens, her breath rapid as the magic builds.
I feel it too—the rush of power flooding through my veins. It’s addictive, this crude potential between us. The air is heavier now, like it’s condensing.
Sweat beads on my brow.
Brigid’s eyes are closed, her face a mask of concentration. I watch, mesmerized. Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this—wild and dangerous. My blood runs hot as our magic mingles and merges.
“That’s it,” I murmur.“Let it flow through you.”
She shivers at my words, pressing closer. The shadows curl around us hungrily.
My mind is hazy with lust and dark power. I want to push her further, to see how far she’ll go. To claim her as mine in the depths of the shadows.
But I can’t lose control. Not now.
The surrounding air is alive with a low vibration that I feel in my bones, and I see the rift beginning to form, just a pinpoint of black—a tiny hole—a tear in the fabric of reality. It’s so small and fragile that it could disappear at any second.
“Brigid.” I focus on the point of blackness, willing it to stay.“Don’t hold back. Embrace it.”
She trembles against me, her power surging wildly. I can feel her hesitation, her fear of losing herself completely.
“I can’t,” she gasps.“It’s too much.”
“You can,” I insist, tightening my grip on her hand.“I’ve got you. Let go.”
