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He slows down his movements, pulling back just enough to leave me teetering on the edge of release.
“No,” I whimper, my body begging for the release it craves.
But Marius is relentless, denying me what I want until I’m writhing beneath him, my breath coming in desperate gasps.
“Beg for it,” he commands.“Beg for me to let you come.”
“Please, Marius,” I plead, my voice trembling with need.“Please let me come.”
He smirks, his fingers quickening their pace once more.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
And then, finally, I fall over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and shuddering beneath him.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I lie there, spent and utterly at Marius’s mercy.
He withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty.
“Remember who you belong to,” he says, his voice soft but firm.
And then he gets up and leaves, leaving me lying there, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.
Chapter Five
Lochan
The dining hall is louder and more obnoxious than normal. Everyone is counting down the days until the Harrowing starts, and the nervous energy is clearly felt. There’s something about the potential of imminent death that makes people chatty.
It’s bizarre to be sitting here without Rory. Acting like nothing has changed. I know Brigid said he’s still alive, but I don’t trust anything I don’t see with my own eyes. All I know is that it’s fucking weird to be sitting down to dinner, just like it’s any other day, after what’s happened. As far as I can tell, no one really even knows that Rory’s gone, except the Council, and presumably our new dean. It meant nothing to them. Rory meant nothing to them. He has no family to notify—it’s just us.
I would have expected Tiernan to be more upset—he and Rory were like brothers, kind of like me and Callen. He’s strangely calm, though. He believes Brigid. Believes we’ll get Rory back. My problem is that even if we do manage to—somehow—get him back from wherever the hell Marius and Brigid sent him, that he might be different. Who knows what being sent into a rift in the fabric of reality will do to a guy?
I’m drawn from my thoughts by watching Callen and Tiernan look up yet again as someone walks through the door, each time not who they want it to be.
“Would you two stop looking up every time someone walks through that fucking door?” I snap, my patience wearing thin.“It’s getting annoying as hell.”
Callen’s eyes narrow.“We’re concerned.”
“She’ll get here when she gets here,” Tiernan adds, but his gaze drifts to entrance as he speaks.
I grunt, stabbing at the food on my plate. The constant swiveling of their heads is making me dizzy. Or maybe it’s the nauseating mix of doubt and anger churning in my gut.
The room bustles around us, a din of clattering dishes and overly-excited buzzing. A group of first-years at the next table burst into laughter, the sound grating against my nerves.
I see that sly, smug smile of Callen’s spreading across his face.“You gonna bolt like usual when our little shadow witch shows up? Or have you finally grown a pair?”
I glare at him.“Fuck off.”
“I’m serious.” The fucker is too into himself right now.“Should we tie you to the chair? I know you’re into a little BDSM.”
Tiernan snorts, nearly choking on his mood wine, which has turned a vibrant shade of beet red.
I grip my fork tighter, imagining stabbing it into Callen’s smug face.“I said fuck off.”
“Fine.” Callen leans back in his chair, bored.“We have bigger things to talk about, anyhow. We’re all in agreement that Marius is a problem?”
Tiernan nods, his meticulous mind clearly churning.“His actions have been... inconsistent. One moment he’s helping Brigid, the next he’s undermining her.”
