Page 85 of Blood Day
Dead.
Yet furious at the same time.
His tongue traced my lip, a hum of approval coming from him. “Now you get it,” he murmured. “Now you see your purpose.”
Hatred unfurled inside my being, shooting sparks ofwarmth through my veins as his tongue slid into my mouth.
I bit down on instinct, wanting him to feel even a fraction of the pain he’d caused.
His blood trickled into my throat, but I didn’t swallow. I spat it back at him instead as I began to squirm beneath him.
I didn’t want to be pinned down. I didn’t want another moment of this torment. I wanted tokillhim.
He’d set me up in the worst way.
And he was enjoying my inevitable misery now.
“I hate you,” I seethed, my words low and hoarse from what felt like hours of being unable to swallow. But I ignored all that now. I no longer had anything left to lose. If the moon chase was my fate, why bother trying to please anyone anymore?
I preferred death to becoming a lycan’s pet.
I preferred death to allowing Master Cedric another moment of amusement at my expense.
I preferred death to all of this bullshit.
So I fought him in earnest, bucking my hips and trying with all my might to dislodge him.
His palm claimed my throat, giving it a squeeze.
I dared him to do it by lifting my head off the ground and moving into his death grip. Then I thrashed my arms and legs, uncaring of my training. Uncaring of anything other than ending all this now.
His mouth claimed mine again.
So I bit his lip.
His blood taunted my tongue.
But I didn’t want it. I used the remaining saliva in my mouth to dislodge it against his face.
He growled.
And I growled back.
Because what the hell did I have to lose? He’d just subjected me to a lifetime of agony.
Fuck. That.
His palm squeezed. “Enough.”
“Fuck you,” I mouthed back at him, fully aware that using those words was forbidden for humankind. But enough lycans and vampires used them in my presence for me to know what they meant.
“Lily,” he snapped.
“Not my name,” I reminded him on a wheeze, my lungs crying out from a lack of oxygen.
But still I didn’t care.
I fought.
