Page 82 of To Crave Deeply
He raised a bony finger and wiggled it from side to side. “Uh-uh. We won’t give up secrets. Not until you join us.”
Never mind. “I guess I’ll just have to live in ignorance, then.”
His ragged face fell, the smile instantly dropping. “Fine,” he spat. “Then we will take you, and all the souls will scream my name and worship at my feet.”
Wow. Someone seemed to be suffering from a warped ego there. I’d had enough of this. It was time to send him back to Hell.
I raised my scythe and was just about to charge when Fenris appeared out of nowhere with fireballs for hands and burnt the guy to a crisp.
“Hey!” I shouted. “I was handling that.”
“We don’t have time for a little chit chat. Kill them or send them back to Hell. I don’t care which.”
I’d never seen him so decisive and fired up. And I hated to admit it, but it was kind of hot. Maybe that was because I was still full of dark energy. What with feeding from Torsten and consuming some from the souls in battle here, my body was full to the brim with power. It also made me really horny, and as I looked at Fenris, his eyes dark with the hunger of battle, I had a hard time keeping my feet firmly stuck to the ground.
“He was giving me useful information, Fenris. We weren’t exchanging tips on skincare.”
He scowled darkly at me, and my stomach flip-flopped. Jeez, I thought sweet, nice Fenris was hot, but this battle-weary version of him was downright panty-melting sex on a stick.
Fuck. I was never going to be able to get this man out of my system and just walk away. Even if we went to the opposite ends of the world, I knew I’d never get over him or what we could have had. I was starting to hate him for it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” The question popped out my mouth unbidden.
Fenris’ scowl deepened as he closed the distance between us. “We aren’t having this conversation here.”
“Then when? When are we going to talk about it? All you do is avoid me!” I yelled at him, my frustration and fury getting the better of me.
“Because I have to! Because if I don’t, I’ll—”
He cut himself off with a growl and took a step backwards. Oh no. He wasn’t getting away that easily.
I took a step closer, my eyes narrowing dangerously. “You’ll what, Fenris?”
He swallowed. “I’ll give in.”
I barked out a laugh. It was a harsh syllable and it sounded callous. “You wouldn’t. You’re too high and fucking mighty. You’ve got too much moral backbone for that.”
Fenris grimaced and brought his face closer to mine. “If you knew what I wanted to do to you, you wouldn’t say that at all.” His words were whispered darkly, and my breath hitched. Fuck, that sounded so dirty. I wanted it. I wanted a taste.
I licked my lips and his eyes dipped down to track the movement. Shit, what was he thinking about now? Did he want to rip my clothes off? Because that’s what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to claim his mouth and bite that stupid fucking grimace right off his face. I wanted to rake my nails down his skin and make him cry out in pain because of all the anguish and frustration he’d put me through. I wanted to—
“Stop wasting time, and send these creatures back to Hell, Lori. Just do as you’re damn told.”
And there went my desire. His words were like a splash of ice-cold water in my face, but he’d turned away and walked off before I could even think of a sarcastic retort. I wanted to stamp my feet and scream like a child, but that was, well, childish.
“Fuck you, Fenris!” I shouted at his retreating back, because clearly the grown up, sensible me was nowhere to be found.
“Well, that went well,” a familiar voice drawled from behind me.
I instantly spun around, and my heart sang until I saw the red. Bright red that shimmered like blood in the moonlight.
“Jasper?”
Glowing red eyes stared down at me in the face of the man I loved. Shit. Why were the red? They’ve never been red before.
“Did you miss me?” he said with a chuckle that was anything but friendly. This wasn’t Jasper. This had to be an imposter.
“You’re not Jasper.”
