Page 27 of The Magic of Revenge
"By the stars, you smell even better than before. Is that from the mate bond?" I dropped my face and nuzzled my nose against his neck, careful not to stab him with my horns. When he moved to, well... move, I found I really didn't appreciate that. My hands shot out, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.
"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled, my tail whipping through the air with a crack.
"Princess, I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you. I was just moving around. If you haven't noticed, your pussy is holding me prisoner." He grinned roguishly and despite the fact that I'd just had this man, I was going to have him again.
"I'm going to have you now," I informed him.
"Then have me. I'm yours."
My hands gripped Bram's shoulders and I helped him sit up so that I could straddle him. Our skin pressed against each other; the way he held me so tightly, I'd never felt so complete. The only thing that would make it better was if the rest of my mates were here with us. At that thought, I felt so guilty. Guilty that I was here, having this amazing experience with Bram, while they were out there on their own. And then there was Guppy.
"What is it, princess? Are you hurt?" Bram asked, holding my face between his huge hands.
"Yes. Yes, I'm hurt. One of my mates fucking died at my mother's hand. My other mates have been kidnapped, also by my piece of shit mother. And what am I doing? Having sex with you instead of making any kind of progress towards getting them back," I choked out, a tear escaping.
"First of all, yes. Fischer did die. You brought him back. You did that, Goldie. You're incredible. And we will get the others back, mark my fucking words. When I catch a hint of your ex's scent, I will be on him like a flame to gasoline. I fucking promise you that his life will end and it will be in five minutes or less from the time I pick up his scent," Bram's eyes darkened and I thought he'd never looked so fucking sexy. The way his black horns had grown and corkscrewed, he was like a demon model for sex and sin.
"But—" I started and he shut me up with a blistering kiss. Talk of bloodshed really got him excited.
"No buts. Also, I have a theory. When you brought Fischer back, you were in the throes of a devastating emotional event which enabled you to do what you did. What if, in order for him to wake up again, another magical event needs to happen?" Bram proposed.
My heartbeat accelerated as the image of Fischer laying in the forest flashed behind my eyes. "I can't go through something like that again, Bram. I can't do it."
"Shh, princess. I don't mean that. I mean, take our mating. This is a huge event. You're the one the prophecy spoke of and here you are, fulfilling yet another part of it," he explained, a serious look on his face that told me he really believed what he was telling me.
"Okay, so you think that, what? By us completing our bond it will make him wake up? Make him one man again? What the hell is that even about? Is it a clone? Is Fischer going to be the same person he was before?" I rambled, my thoughts pouring out faster than I could mentally filter them.
"It isn't a bad theory, Goldie girl. As far as why there's now two of him? I have no fucking idea. I've never heard of such a thing. But what we need is for him to wake the fuck up."
My thighs squeezed his torso and I tilted my head to the side, studying his handsome face. He was fierce and all of it was for me.
"You need him to wake up, too?" I asked softly, watching his expression. His hand pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear and he smiled.
"I told you, I will do whatever makes you happy. It's not just that, though. Fischer was"—he shook his head—"isa good friend of mine. I care about him and I want him to wake up. The fact that you're in love with him just makes me want it more. I heard you last night, you know? Sobbing your heart out. It broke me, princess. Fucking destroyed me. We will get them back, I fucking swear it."
"Gods. You really are perfect, you know that?" I pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.How did I get so lucky?
"Goldie?"
"Yeah?"
"You know how you were ready to murder me when you thought I was trying to get away from you earlier? And how you got really hot?"
Okay, interesting change of topic.
"Yes? Why? You aren't going to try that shit again, are you?" I pinned him with a lethal stare and squeezed my pussy around him until he groaned.
"Fuck no. Especially not when you do things like that with your..." He tilted his head back in another groan when I did it again.Haha, take that, demon man.
"Then what are you getting at?" I pressed, suddenly feeling like I was done with talking and ready for more banging.
"Well, it's what made me think that this"—he gestured between the two of us—"is more than just a mate claiming. It seems fate is at work yet again. You're in heat, Goldie."
My mouth dropped open.Excuse me, what?When I didn't speak and just continued to stare at him stupidly, he continued. "Honestly, I wasn't even sure that you'd have heat cycles. You're not a full-blooded demon female..." he trailed off, watching my face.
Flipping back through all of the things I'd been feeling today, things started clicking into place. When I'd woken up this morning, my first thought was of Bram and his promise from the night before. That he'd claim me today. After I kissed my Fischers, I’d hopped out of bed and gone to search for him. Gran had intercepted me and informed me that she'd be taking me to the apartment later for a sleepover.
The woman had bounced all over the damn house while I showered. She’d insisted that we go lingerie shopping and I gave in. I wanted to impress him, I wanted to feel sexy and desired—there'd been too much sadness and fear lately. All I could think about the entire time though, was Bram. His eyes, his freckles, the way he worshipped the ground I walked on. The whole time Gran and I were out, I kept having hot flashes and with each passing second I had to wait to see my demon, the more agitated I became.
