Page 30 of The Demon King's Destiny

Chapter 7

She was hot. Too hot. Though she’d found release at the hands ofherhandsome male, Evelyn was having difficulty cooling off. If anything, she hungered for more.

She’d removed her nightgown and turned down all the bedding aside from the sheet. She liked the feel of the cool material upon her skin. She even rose to open the window, hoping for a draft of fresh air.

For the past hour, she had been replaying the dream, reliving every moment. She’d gone as far as attempting to reenact it with her own hand this time. Her attempts were clumsy and unsatisfactory.

Evelyn had never brought herself to climax before. Nothing in her education on intercourse had prepared her for the sensations Marrok had wrought in her dream. No, she’d been informed many females found coupling to besatisfactoryorpleasant.

A full belly was satisfactory. Eating a half-stale pastry could be pleasant. There was no word for what Marrok made her feel. Consumed? Frenzied?

Wanton. Yes, that was a better word. Her lust had obliterated any sense of propriety she may have possessed. Marrok, like most males, she supposed, didn’t mind her licentious behavior.

Goddess, how she fixated on that demon. She needed to think of something else. She was starting to obsess and she’d never get back to sleep if she didn’t unwind.

Giving up on the sheet, she tugged it off and turned to her side. The muted light from the full moon had crept further across her floor since she’d awoken and opened the window.

She watched the rays, picturing the soft colors of her dreamworld’s moon. Gradually, Evelyn’s fixation slackened, staring at the light. Her body started to relax and she felt the first tendrils of sleep wrap around her.

She drifted, floating in nothingness. She waited to be planted in the clearing. Her body jolted forward and she felt like she was flying.

The blackness gave way to something down below. She was zooming towards it. As she drew closer, she could make out the top of a building sitting next to a clearing. Just beyond was a huge expanse of forest, and she was headed right for it at break-neck speed.

She braced for impact, thinking her body was about to be broken. It never came. Sounds of limbs and leaves echoed, but she felt nothing. When she opened her eyes, she scented the air and growled.

Growled? Evelyn didn’t growl.

Brennen came crashing through the foliage. She could scent him before she saw him. Decades’ old rage and disgust surfaced. This was how they’d finally war? In a dream?

The whirlwind of foreign thoughts felt intrusive. Before she could think on her reaction,she was being tackled to the ground.

Her body fought back. Scratched. Punched. Kicked. She wasn’t controlling the movements, nor could she feel the impact of his strikes.

“You’ve gone too far, Uncle!” a voice roared so closely she could feel the vibration of it from within.

“No, I haven’t gone far enough! You’ll never be King, Marrok. Over my dead body will you take this throne from me.”

“I didn’t want the bloody throne, Brennen. Now you’ve left me no choice,” the deep voice threatened as she charged towards the vindictive demon.

When her fist landed a blow hard enough to stun Brennen, she clamped both hands around his throat. Only, those weren’t her hands.

Evelyn couldn’t control her eye movement,soshe concentrated on what she could see. Long, strong arms. Tanned skin. Definitely male.

Brennen groped blindly at anything. He managed to get ahold of her necklace and rip it away.

No!a voice echoed in her head.

The hesitation allowed Brennen to gain purchase. Roaring, he threw her through the air. Evelyn crashed into something and dropped to the ground.

Rising to her feet, she noticed a youngling standing beyond the barrier she’d just slammed into. Dark red hair. Bronzed skin. Mismatched eyes. It was like looking into a mirror—fourteen years ago.

Saatusthe voice whispered in her head.

Marrok’s voice. She was reliving Marrok’s fight with his uncle, from inside his body.

Evelyn held the stare of her younger self for a moment.Ah, Goddess no. Marrok’s thoughts jeered, laced with frustration instead of worry.

Before she could think on his dismay, young Evelyn shouted, “Look out!”The large body she was inhabitingspun around in time to see Brennen’s twisted magic coming towards her.

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