Page 48 of Liar Witch
He has to. I can’t take this anymore.
Either he does it or…
I look down at the claws on my fingertips. Maybe I’ll be able to destroy my heart before I pass out. If I fail…
“No!” Nilsa screeches, flinging herself past her guards.
“Witch, he’s fighting bloodlust, mating urges and enforcer protectiveness.” Val grabs her arm as she tries to move past him. “He’ll suffer like this every day you bleed until you do something about it. Not knowing if you’re prey, mate or queen will drive him madder than the bloodlust already has.”
Nilsa glares at him, wrenching her arm out of his hold. “I’m his mate. I thought we’d established that already!”
Val glares at her. “Then mate him, or put him out of his fucking misery and kill him.”
Quicker than Val can react, she snatches the blade he keeps on his belt and drags it across the side of her neck.
Time seems to move in slow motion.
It’s a shallow cut, barely enough to bleed. But blood springs forth anyway. A perfect red line which blooms on her pale neck.
Everyone expects me to leap for her. So much of me wants to, that my muscles tense slightly in preparation for the act.
But she doesn’t run. Doesn’t scream. Doesn’t do anything that could stir my instinct to take her as prey.
Even her heartbeat is steady.
When she takes her first step towards me I drop to my knees. Slain by her.
She’s choosing me.
My heart has been hers since it started beating. Now she owns my soul too.
When she reaches me, I don’t even dare to touch her. Can’t take the chance she’ll flinch and send the bloodlust roaring back to life.
Salvation is the prick of the blade at my neck. Her hand steady as she holds the cool steel there.
My eyes meet hers and I hold her gaze, letting her see all of the savageness inside me. Showing her what she’s in for.
Like this, she can choose. She can change her mind. Behead me or keep me.
It should always be her choice.
I close my eyes, waiting.
The knife sinks further, then stops. It clatters to the side with a dull thud as it slips from her fingers.
Soft lips brush the wound, her small tongue lapping at the wound. It’s so intense that she might as well be licking my cock instead.
The roar that rips from my chest is deafening, but it cuts short as my fangs sink into her neck.
The first pull has her moaning against me, sagging in my arms which rise automatically to catch her.
Fire washes through me with each draw on her throat, burning away everything I was before.
All I am now is whatever she needs me to be.
A blade. A shield. Anything.
I shudder in ecstasy as I take a final pull, the sweetness of her erasing the burn in my throat and giving me enough clarity to finally pull back.
