Page 18 of Rose and Shadows
“Hurt me.”
That wasn’t… what I’d just done was as far as it went with us in that respect.
Where pain was concerned, it had to be barely anything and swallowed by pleasure.
She saw my hesitation and she linked her arms around my neck, gazing all intensely up at me. “Do it. Hurt me, Lazriel.”
I swallowed hard.
And then I ripped her hands off me and lunged at her with a growl.
She squealed as I drove her down to the ground on her front.
Those squeals ramped up as I shredded all that hot leather from her body with my wolf claws, purposely nicking her in the process a little, just enough to give her a sting, a taste of the hurt she’d begged me for.
I stared at the rivulets of blood running down her back, the call of it getting to me.
I couldn’t.
Her blood was toxic to me.
Been there, done that.
I couldn’t repeat it.
It would make me sick—and worse, it would upset her to see me like that because of her own blood.
So I wrenched her around onto her back, then spread her thighs open, before dipping down and dragging my fangs over her lace panties, using them to tear the fabric to shreds. Without nicking her this time.
When I was done, she grabbed my head before I could lift it and urged me to her.
I saw her gaze drop to my dick, which was now half wolfed out.
“Do it,” she told me. “I want to feel it like that.”
No.“Can’t,” I told her, grasping one of her hands on me and easing it off.
“Lazriel.”
“I’ll damage your sweet little cunt, love.”
“I told you, I want you to hurt me.”
“Not like that.” Never like that.
“I can take it,” she gritted out.
“Velra—”
She shoved me off her and pushed to her feet. “Fine. Gotta protect the weak link, right? I get it.”
“What are you talking about?”
A spark of her magic had me jolting as she had me clothed in my tank and tactical pants.
Message brutally received. Fuck session over and done with.
“When Morien attacked, I had to be saved by you, Remnant, and Sylas.”
