Page 54 of Taste Me

Fuck.

Thisis the witch we’re supposed to kill?

I can’t take my eyes off of her. Ishara Doyle is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life.

And my long-lost brother is currently dick-deep inside of her.

But his obvious claim doesn’t change the intense craving that overcomes me.

Mine,a voice chants inside my head.

The undeniable bind wraps around my soul, leaving little imagination as to what Ishara Doyle is to me.

My fated mate.

I came here with the intention of killing her. That’s what Daithi wants, and until I figure out a way to fight him, I’m powerless. Whatever Daithi wants, Daithi gets.

Except, harming my beautiful mate is out of the question. The kill order still throbs through my Gold and Garnet ring, but after being blasted by this witch’s latest scream, I seem to be able to ignore it.

That’s definitely a first.

I struggle through why I’m able to fight my soul-master’s order when I never have before. Perhaps it’s because I’ve never really tried.

Killing her aligned with my goals until now. Either this witch broke the sliver of magic Daithi had over me, or my desire no longer matched Daithi’s and it was as simple as that. I was working under the assumption that the witch wasusingJasper to amplify her power, but it seems Jasper has no qualms about being used.

I can see why.

Her silver eyes are intense and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure. My dick is already saluting and ready to complete our bond as quickly as possible. She’s primed for sex.

But there’s the matter of my sibling rival to deal with. I came here to save him, but he obviously doesn’t need saving.

And he can shove his dick into her all he wants. It doesn’t change the fact that Ishara Doyle is my mate.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jasper asks, forcing me to peel my gaze away from the breathtaking witch.

“You don’t recognize me?” I quip as I press a hand to my chest. “I’m wounded, brother. It’s Kornelius.” I indicate Zy with my chin. “And Zyran, if you need the refresher.”

Groans and shouts echo in the distance, reminding me that we don’t have much time before reinforcements arrive. Ishara’s screams can be felt all across the city.

But the latest one she just released was strong enough to undo Daithi’s death magic spell.

Her power had come from using my brother as an amplifier. Her medium?

Sex.

Technically, she can scream again to give us more time, but I want to be the one between her legs. Not Jasper. If he can be her amplifier because he’s her fated mate, then I should be able to do the same thing.

What baffles me, though, is why I wasn’t ripped apart like all the corpses around us were. There could only be one reason.

Because I’m her fated mate.

Fate itself protects me from her gift.

Frowning, I glance at Zyran, realizing that he, too, is still standing.

He’s wearing his glasses, but all of his attention is on the naked witch. His fists are clenched and his muscles seem taut, as if he’s holding himself back.

My mouth parts when I realize what this must mean. Both his demeanor and the fact that he’s still alive leaves only one possibility.

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