“My cock, you want my cock.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.
He’s right. I do.
He lifts me into his strong arms as I wrap mine around his neck and kiss and kiss and kiss.
I devour.
I kiss.
I demand more, more, more from him.
Take it all away. Take my memories, my future, my very existence. Take it.
His kisses are rough, demanding, and insatiable. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me come up for air. Doesn’t give me time to think about what I’m doing or who the man kissing me really is.
My back hits the rough edges of a tree trunk as he smashes his body between my legs. He doesn’t apologize for his roughness. Doesn’t try to soften the ache in my back as he settles his hard body at my entrance. He knows I want to feel a nip of pain when he fucks me.
His lips land hard on mine as he thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt.
I gasp around him, taking him all in, and wanting more.
“Fuck me, mate,” I say into his lips.
He does.
His hips hit hard, deep inside me. And yet, I feel like I’m floating in the air. Intense pleasure pumps through me. A pinch of pain at my clit has me tumbling into an orgasm that I didn’t know I could feel so fast.
“You’re going to be okay. You’ll survive this. You’re strong. And I’ll be there to help you through it.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
And then the forest vanishes.
The walls close in.
I’m lying on the floor, spread out as I’ve just been unceremoniously dropped into a puddle of my own sweat and tears.
“Don’t you dare question my magic again. You’re nothing. You will not win against me. So don’t even bother, wolf,” Isolde says, starting to turn. “My coven members will be here soon to collect you and bring you to the feast, where we will serve you up to the gods to get our answers.”
And then Isolde is gone.
“Lumi!” Both men scramble to my side. But I can tell from the way they are moving that they are injured and in pain. They both have to practically crawl to get to me.
I blink, but the world is spinning around me. It takes me a minute for my brain to process where I am.
“Are you okay?” Ambrose asks.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Nyx says.
I shake my head, trying to sit up, but I only make it to leaning on my forearms before the world spins again. “I’m fine. You have nothing to be sorry for. And I should be asking you two if you’re okay.”
“All we care about is you. Tell me the truth. Are you okay?” Ambrose asks.
“I told you I’m fine. I don’t even know what happened. It just felt like I was sleeping, dreaming,” I say, looking from Ambrose to Nyx, who has a curious look on his face. Like Nyx won’t quite look at me in my eyes.
Ambrose doesn’t accept my words; he slips into my mind, trying to figure out how I’m feeling, searching for the torturous pain I must be feeling. But he’ll find nothing but peaceful bliss.