Page 92 of Spark of Sorcery
“Be careful,” he says, “and if anything happens–”
“It won’t,” I tell him.
But I guess he doesn’t trust me completely, because when I’m back in my room, I find the collar tucked into the pocket of my skirt.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Dray
I collapse onto my bed face down, arms spread wide. My body’s covered in sweat and mud and grass. I smell like shit and every muscle in my body aches. My stomach growls with hunger and my cock is hard as steel. All those base animalistic instincts still roll through my body.
All I want to do is hunt and fuck, fuck and hunt.
But I’m also fucking exhausted. I’ve been running through the woods for eight hours straight, high on adrenaline and the full moon. My throat’s sore from howling and there're bits of rabbit stuck between my teeth.
I wanna sleep. We move out in three hours.
I also wanna hunt and fuck.
More precisely, I want to hunt down my little kitten and fuck her.
I groan, thrusting my hips into the bed. I can smell herin the tower. I can smell her fucking arousal. It makes my mouth water.
There’s no way I’m sleeping. I roll onto my back. There’s no way she’s going to let me fuck her smelling and looking like this.
I stagger into the bathroom, ram on the shower and duck inside. The warm water races down my body, turning a rusty brown with mud and blood. It pools at my feet, and swirls down the drain.
When finally the water runs clear, I smack my fist against the button and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist. The thing tents around my cock. Still stiff. Still determined. Adrenaline and energy pulses through my veins, my heart beats in my chest.
Hunt, fuck, hunt, fuck.
I stagger to the sink, wipe the side of my hand across the condensation gathered on the mirror, and stare at my reflection as I comb my fingers through my tangled hair. I look all right. Still, I need to do something about those teeth. I brush them twice, spitting organic matter into the sink and even gargling with fucking mouthwash.
Then I grab a pair of sweatpants and start hunting.
She’s no longer in our tower. I follow my nose from Beaufort’s room, down the staircase towards the front door.
Standing right in front of that door, arms folded over his chest, gloves off, is Thorne.
“Hey buddy,” I say, my voice low and threatening. “What you doing?”
He glares at me and the message is clear. He’s blocking my exit.
“I need to see her,” I growl.
“No!” he says.
I take a menacing step towards him. Nothing and no one is going to stop me from fucking that girl.
“Go back to bed, Dray,” Beaufort says from behind me. “We’re leaving in a couple of hours. Go get some sleep.”
I growl at him too and bare my teeth.
Shadows flicker from his fingers in warning.
“It’s too dangerous,” Thorne says.
“I’m not going to eat her,” I hiss. “I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to pump her full of my seed and she’s going to breed my pups.”
