Page 91 of Wrongfully Magicked
“The closer we get to your birthday, the stronger your powers will grow. Your fangs are proof of that.” I subtly shift in my seat, recalling her dainty fangs, and I mentally sigh when my cock hardens predictably.
After their late-night marathon, I just got it to deflate.
It’s painful to be so hard for so long without any relief but my own hand. I’ve never touched myself so much, not even when I was a teenager. My poor dick is so tender, the press of my zipper into my abused flesh is agony.
Anita swallows the food in her mouth, then nervously clears her throat before meeting my gaze. “Do all beastlings have fangs?”
She sweeps her tongue over her teeth, then freezes as if she did something wrong. I can only imagine how confused she must feel about being raised as a mage, only to discover everything was a lie.
“Demons might be a little different, but all beastlings have fangs.” I keep my voice soft so as not to spook her. “Some of us are able to hide them until we need them, while others have a more permanent set. It often depends on the species and how aggressive our animal side is.”
I smile at her, then allow my fangs to lengthen.
She jolts, her eyes widening, and I brace myself for her fear.
“Some beastlings are bred to be pets, their fangs and claws blunted, while others are bred to kill.” I swallow hard, then force myself to continue. It’s best that she learns what I am now. I don’t want to get any more invested if she’s going to run.
Unfortunately, I fear it might already be too late.
If she flees, I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go.
Heart thumping against my ribs, I force myself to say the words that could irrevocably change my future. “My fangs are long and thick, created to tear out throats. My claws are diamond edged and can slice through anything. I was born and raised in the shadows, a boogeyman to mages and beastlings alike.”
As I wait for her reaction, I realize I’m not breathing, terrified I would taste her fear. If she’s smart, she should fear me, yet a tiny part of me wants just one person on this planet not to be afraid of what I am.
My shadows race across the room and sink into my skin, as if trying to make me appear as human as possible. When my lungs scream for air, and I can’t hold my breath any longer, I inhale lightly through my mouth and brace myself for the worse.
Instead of the bitter taste of her terror, my mouth fills with a light citrus tang of curiosity and what could almost be mistaken for…lust?
“And where do you think I fall on that list?” Anita peers down at her fingers, as if searching for claws.
My eyebrows shoot up at her complete lack of fear, and it takes a moment for my brain to process her question. “You…uh…demons come in many forms. While all beastlings have some demonic blood, not all demons are actual beastlings. Their demonic form is considered the ultimate predator.”
A grimace twists her features, and she looks away, swallowing hard. “I’m a half-breed. All other mages that have even a drop of demon blood eventually becomes a vampire. Will that be my fate?”
Her voice is so soft that I barely catch it. Unable to resist touching her, I reach across the table and grab her hand. “Avampire is no more a monster than a beastling. It’s all about controlling your baser instincts.”
“And if I can’t?” She doesn’t lift her gaze from where my hand covers hers. “While walking in the forest yesterday, Darby was kind enough to loan me his tablet so I could read about vampires. They’re considered a scourge, feeding off the living to survive. I don’t want to live like that.”
“You won’t.” I squeeze her hand, not saying anything else, waiting for her to look up at me. “We won’t let that happen. Since you were born with your demon heritage, chances are you will emerge as a beastling or pure demon.”
She releases a shuddering breath, not looking any more at ease with my answer, then nods. “I’ll hold you to your word. You’ll kill me before I turn into a monster.”
My heart constricts at the thought of anything happening to her, and my muscles lock up tight.
Kill her?
Fuck no!
I’d rather see the world crumble first. Ignoring the way Cassius is doing his best to murder me with his glare, I give Anita the only promise I can. “No matter what happens, we’ll never leave your side. If you need blood, you’ll feed from us. You won’t ever turn into a monster. You have my word.”
The point is moot anyway.
She can drain the world for all the fucks I give.
She will never be a monster in my eyes, so killing her will never be an option.
ANITA
