Page 5 of The Magic of Betrayal
“Warn a girl next time, yeah?” I chuckled, choosing to ignore the whole dragon fire bullshit, and the burn was now nothing more than a nice warm tingle that was moving from my throat down my chest and arms, overtaking my whole body.Oh, this is nice. Like a blanket, a snuggly and soft blanket.
“Come, let’s talk in the sitting room. Do you think you have the strength to walk?” he questioned, studying me.
“I’m feeling much better now. I should be fine, thanks,” I replied as I scooted to the edge of his monstrous bed and let my feet drop to the floor. Straightening my spine, I stretched out with my arms overhead. My muscles were definitely tired, but they didn’t feel like dried up raisins at this point, so I’ll take it.
Bram led the way to the seating area where a large black rug held a massive couch that looked like it was going to be the comfiest one in the entire world. Sitting down in the far corner, I turned to face him, putting my back against the armrest, and kicked my feet out in front of me on the cushion. He dropped down about a foot from my bare toes, reaching forward to put his glass down on the coffee table. I wasn’t ready to give mine up yet, so I took another small sip.
“So, I have a question,” I began, laughing when he startled.
“I’ll answer it if I can, tiny warrior. Not all questions are meant to have answers,” he replied ominously.
“Okay, well, first of all, what the hell did your dad mean by impregnating me? What was that about? He wants you walking around knocking up presumed whores? Of all the things I could’ve anticipated, that was not even on the radar,” I ranted, talking a mile a minute.
“He wants me to have heirs. At this point, I think he’d be happy no matter who birthed them. Just so long as the family line stays intact. I’m his only surviving child, so it’s really up to me to continue the family name, or that’s what he believes, anyway,” he confessed, rolling his eyes. “I told you, my father has no respect for the lives of others, and I want no part of his plans.”
He had told me that before, and judging by the general disgust that his tone was drenched with every time he spoke of the man, I think I had to believe him at this point.
“And you’re celibate?”
Bram turned and gave me his full attention, and it was intense to say the least. He had this... air about him, he seemed so professional and put together, and then it’s like his inner psycho would catch a glimpse of something that intrigued the beast inside. The beast was awake right now, I could see it with how his amber eyes practically glowed.
“I am,” he grumbled, an emotion passed across his face, but I couldn’t place it.
“Why?”
“You’re forward, asking about my sex life when you don’t even know me.”
But, I did feel like I knew him. He was easy to talk to, and his mannerisms were so unexpected that he reminded me a little of myself. Or maybe that was just the Dragon's Fireball talking.
“Well, I’ve never met anyone who was celibate, so I’m curious, and your dad is the one who brought it up originally," I reminded him, taking another sip of the poison.
“I’ve not found anyone of… interest in a long time,” his gaze penetrated mine, burning through me. “What’s the point of fucking if it doesn’t make you feel anything? Excitement, heat, passion, wickedness? Why bother if, when you’re balls deep, buried to the fuckin’ hilt, and you’ve got no desire to completely and utterly fucking own that person?” He leaned in closer to me, his voice becoming husky, and his eyes narrowing. The dark centers began to expand and I sucked in a breath. “The desire to fuck harder and harder, wanting to slam your soul into theirs so violently, they’re so gods damned intertwined they’ll never be untangled. That’s what I want. The obsession. The whole ‘I can’t think of anything else except her sweet cunt and tight ass. Her hot tongue, how sweet she tastes, and how I’d fucking kill for her.’ Oh, how I’d fucking kill for her.”
“You’re, uh, a little intense, yeah?” I asked, trying to shake the redness from my flaming cheeks. What a filthy talker.
“You’d be intense too if you hadn’t had sex in forever,” he chided and I nodded my agreement because, yeah, it wasn’t so long ago that I was in that predicament. Look at me now, catching dicks left and right like a gods damn snake charmer. A small smile tugged at the corner of my mouth and Bram’s nostrils flared. Leaning in, he inhaled deeper.What is with all the men lately and all the sniffing?
“I can smell sex on you. Of course, you’d be spoken for, fucking hell.” He rose off the couch and began pacing so hard, I was concerned the rug beneath his feet would be worn down from his speed. Actual words were no longer coming from his mouth, just a series of growls and mumbles. Shit… his face was a mixture of pain and anger.
Standing slowly, so he didn’t startle, “Bram?” I questioned softly.
No response, just more pacing. I could barely pick up on anything distinguishable coming from his mouth, but I swear I heard the words mate thrown in there and that had my stomach flipping.Poor guy really needs to get laid. His psycho dad was totally right. Eek. Not my job, though. I already have four cocks to entertain.
Steeling my spine, I spoke up louder this time, “Bram!”
The massive demon came to a dead stop inches away from me, snapping out of whatever the hell episode he was having.
“That’s okay. I’ll win you. Take me to your man, let us settle this like gentlemen,” Bram proposed, puffing out his chest. “If you were in your true form, I’d be able to scent him better and track the unworthy scum down myself,” he growled.
“What the hell goes on in this place? You physically fight other men for ownership of a woman? Have you lost your gods damned mind? I make decisions for myself, a man will not take that from me. Never again.” I bumped right up against his chest, poking a finger against his rock hard pec as I gazed up into his amber eyes that were looking a little like they were glowing.
Bram stood stoically, and I feared for a moment that I might have fucked up. I didn’t know this dude, at all. He’d already displayed some interesting behavior that called into question the stability of his mind, but maybe that was just a demon thing? Regardless, I might’ve peed myself just a teeny little bit while we engaged in this epic staredown. Just when I was about to break, he threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. He laughed so hard, tears began streaming down his thin face, causing his freckles to glisten in the lighting of his sitting room.
My eyes darted back and forth across the room, growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment, so I figured what the hell and threw out a few laughs of my own.
Suddenly, Bram gripped my upper arms and leaned down until we were nose to nose. “You, tiny warrior, will be mine one day. Mark my words. Something about you speaks to the beast inside of me.” His hand lifted and he twirled a strand of my hair around his fingers. “Every time you’ve visited me here, all I can think about is when I’ll stumble into you the next time. You smell like leaves crackling on a raging fire, like fresh steel and wet soil after the rain, my favorite scents. Plus, you have this faint vanilla smell to you that is purely delicious. Tell me, my sweet, if you weren’t meant to be mine, why does your scent slam into me and completely overtake my senses? And why is it when I touch your skin, it feels like an electric current is sparking through my body?”
He feels that, too?Inhaling through my nose, his aroma invaded my brain, and I nearly stumbled against him, feeling pulled by an invisible tether. I fought it.
