Page 143 of Wrath of the Fae

Reid slides behind me, placing a leg on either side of my hips, and pins my arms down. His mouth settles by my ear.

‘Youcando this. We’re right here with you.’

Cyrus forces the stick between my teeth as I sob and shake my head.

No more. I can’t!

Please. Please. Please…

Cyrus starts forcing the bone back beneath my skin, and I scream, biting down on the stick so hard it snaps. It grinds and squelches as he keeps pushing and twisting.

‘You have to stop screaming!’ Cyrus says desperately. ‘I’m almost there. You’re doing so well!’

‘STOP!’ I scream. ‘STOP!’

The ground shakes, and the fire doubles in intensity.

But he keeps going. Reid holds me tighter, and I thrash in his grip.

My next scream isn’t mine. It’s a roar, and I know that Darkness is coming.

‘Her skin!’ Reid yells.

‘I’m almost done!’ Cyrus shouts back.

In a quick move, Reid shifts. He has me pinned with one arm, and I suddenly smell that sweet scent again.

Blood. His blood.

‘Take it!’ he orders, his wrist pressing to my lips. ‘Take it, Raven! More markings are appearing on your body. Take it!’

My disgust is no match for my need, and I sink my teeth in, relishing in what he gives me. I swallow mouthful after mouthful. My thrashing stops as I moan in pleasure. His grip eases, and I grab his arm, pressing it hard to my lips.

He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head as I drink.

‘Good girl,’ he says in a low moan, deep in my ear. ‘Good fucking girl.’

He hisses through his teeth. I realise that was a sound of pleasure. Not pain. His wrist presses harder to my lips, and his fingers knot in my hair like he wants me to stay there. Wants me to devour him.

All the while, Cyrus keeps twisting and pushing my bone back into place. It’s agony, but this is bliss.

‘Done!’ Cyrus declares, slamming his hand down over the wound to try and stem the bleeding. ‘Use your light to burn the wound shut!’

Reid’s hand wraps around my wrist, and I scream against him as he sears the wound closed.

When he lets go, I pull away, gasping for air, and slump against his chest.

‘Raven?’ I feel a light tap on my cheek. ‘She’s blacking out,’ Cyrus says. ‘What the fuck was that?’

‘Not sure,’ Reid says, his words fading as I sink into oblivion. ‘But I’m not lying when I say that was one of the hottest fucking things she has ever done to me.’ Reid sits back with a tired exhale, pulling my limp body further onto him. ‘There’s something you need to know. The reason her scent has changed. The markings on her skin. All of it. We may have a whole other problem to deal with after Ivan.’

I fall into a deep sleep, listening to him tell Cyrus everything I shared.

I wake between them. Their bodies entangled with mine. Legs and arms like vines around me. Their soft breaths land on my skin as they sleep.

My fingers twitch on my broken wrist. It’s stiff and sore but so much better than it was. Reid’s blood has dried on my skin. I feel it there.

And I swell with self-loathing.

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