Page 41 of Mortal Desires

I licked my parched lips. “How do you feel knowing I’ll finally give you what you need?”

She turned from me, furrowing her brows and looking away to the court filling up the room.

“I can smell you, Pilar,” I rumbled, coming closer to her ear.

She moved on the throne, repositioning herself and rubbing her thighs together. I chuckled, and she perfumed the air, making me salivate.

“How do you feel knowing today you’ll be taken by a beast?”

She looked back at me, the annoyed look she reserved only for me missing for the first time. “You’re many things, dear husband. I don’t believe beast is one of them.”

I laughed, nodding for a servant to approach and serve us wine. Once my goblet was refilled and Pilar had one in her small hands, I spoke only for her to hear.

“Look at my legs and horns, little witch. Not to mention my cock.” Her eyes went down again like she could see through the leather. “I’m more beast than anything you’ve ever experienced.”

“You are terrible, insensitive, and cruel. But a beast is an animal slave to its urges and unfortunately, I believe you have all your faculties.”

“A beast is something that isn’t human,” I refuted.

“I’m not human, my lord.” She tipped her head up.

She looked like a human right there. Her skin was delicate, her curves soft. Her eyes shone, her curly hair dropping to her waist.

“You’re human.”

“Yo soy una bruja.”

The quality of her voice changed when she spoke in Spanish, her eyes fierce on mine. For the first time, I didn’t want to argue, but I found myself saying, “You’re just a witch.”

She shook her head. “A bruja is a woman carrying the magical knowledge of generations. I’m not just a witch, my lord. If you’re to take me tonight, you have to know what I am.”

Her voice was enticing, bringing me closer to her. “And what am I?”

“You’re my death, my doom, and my very end.”

Time stood still while I stared at her unafraid eyes.

I wanted to possess Pilar Morales. Break her and rebuild her to my liking. I wanted to guard her and take her as many times as I liked. My mouth salivated waiting for the moment she’d be mine, her small body under me and only me.

I wanted my beastly parts against her soft skin.

The woman could see the dead. Of course she belonged to death itself.

I was the grim reaper, and I came to collect what was mine.

“Lagus,” I roared, turning from Pilar.

“Yes, my lord.” He bowed.

“We are ready to start.”

Pilar sucked in a breath, but instead of fear, I smelled arousal in the air. Lagus cleared his throat and nodded, going to our officiant to give the order.

The servants hurried, moving a large offering altar right to the middle of the room.

“Is that?” Pilar whispered.

“Yes.”

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