Page 10 of The Magic of Betrayal
While she showered, I got her clothes in order. Black leggings with a black tank top that I personalized with a hand drawn creation. Getting dressed myself, I paused when my phone began ringing.
"Yeah?"
"Is that any way to greet your oldest friend and mentor?" Khol chuckled.
"Sorry, man. I'm trying to get dressed. What's up?" I asked, putting him on speaker as I slid my pants down before slipping into a pair of jeans.
"The report I've been waiting for will be done tonight. Get over here around eleven. We'll read it together. I'm confident this is what we've been waiting for. We'll discuss how to proceed after it's official."
"I'll be there. Any news on the bitch's whereabouts?"
"Nothing yet. It's a matter of time now; the team is closing in on her. Vengeance shall soon be mine,” he noted with a darkness to his tone that would have lesser men pissing themselves. Khol was an extremely powerful demon, and he was getting sick and tired of the never ending assignment he was on. He was due for a break.
"See you soon." I ended the call, slipping a shirt over my head.
"Bram?" Goldie's voice carried through the entrance of the closet and I gave my dick a squeeze at the sound of my name on her lips. By the fuckin' moon, I needed to have her soon. But not until I won her fair and square from whoever the fuck her body was with now. My forehead started tingling, a tell that my horns were itching to break free, and I took some deep breaths to force myself to chill out.It's all good. She's here with me. Not him.
"In here. I laid your clothes out; they're on the bed. Let me know when you're dressed," I called out.
Three, two, one… "BRAM! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"
Poking my head out from the closet, a giant grin across my face, I laughed my ass off as she held the tank top up, examining the artwork on the front that immortalized how she’d gotten the nickname tiny warrior. A snail, well, a dick snail would be more accurate. A snail shell with a shriveled up penis as the body, two sad as fuck looking balls dragging behind the thing, it’s droopy antennae hanging off the head of the dick. Fucking glorious.
"I can't wear this! Did you draw this too? By the fucking stars, Bram. I can't even with you." She tried to be serious, but she started smiling at me anyway, and that lit my heart on fire.
"Fine. I'll take it off, but it is completely appropriate. You're a warrior and every male here should know about it," I conceded, but in reality, all I did was put a glamor on the image so that she wouldn't be able to see it, though everyone else would. Laughing maniacally and congratulating myself on how much of a kick ass evil genius I was, she snatched the pile of clothes and disappeared with them.Hope she likes the cheeky booty panties I stuck in there. A more scrumptious ass didn't exist in all the realms combined.Fact.
She walked back into the room, looking like a goddess. Her curves were on full display, and she tugged at the tank top around her middle.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"It's a little tight, don't you think?" she asked, continuing her stretching at the material.
"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."
"I don't normally wear such form fitting shirts," she confessed, her cheeks reddening. Was she… self-conscious? The fuck?
"Well, maybe you should start, Goldie. You have a sexy as hell body and it'd be criminal to hide those curves under baggy ass clothes.”
Her gaze lifted and met mine, the tension building between us. I knew she could feel it. The bond, pulling tighter with each minute we spent together. I couldn't wait to complete it.
"Thanks. So, what's on the agenda? More exploring?"
"Hmm, maybe. Let's just go see what kind of trouble we can get into, how about that?" I offered, and she smiled, nodding her agreement.
We both headed towards the door when a pained sound from behind me had me running back to her. She was doubled over, arms wrapped around her torso.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I ran my hands over her body, checking for any visible injuries, but nothing appeared to be amiss.
"Hurts. Oh fuck, it hurts, Bram. Something is pulling my insides!" she shrieked, dropping to her knees.
"Breathe, Goldie. Just breathe. It'll be okay..."
Panic rose in me like a tidal wave.What was happening?Her wailing turned into screams and each one tore my heart apart, her pain a living thing inside my body.
"I... can't... breathe..." she gasped, writhing on the floor, and then her form began flickering, like a busted neon sign.
"Oh fuck no. They're trying to steal you back. Don't let them, stay with me, Goldie, please," I called out to her, desperation lacing my tone, but I couldn't give a fuck about that right now. My horns sprouted from my head and I felt my tail elongating, tearing my jeans, my muscles bulking out as my body grew to its full size.
