“Yes, he touched me.”
“Hmmm, did you let him kiss you?” his lips brush this time, sending delicious chills racing down my spine.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Did you let him fuck you? Pour himself into you? Are you on the precipice of falling head over heels in love with his cock, my little snow wolf?”
I still. Not sure how to answer. Tell the truth or lie? Anger sweeps up to the surface, along with the desire to stab him in the heart as he did to me. It’s the smart thing to do to ensure that the distance that we pushed between us stays there.
“Yes,” I lie.
But Nyx knows me. He knows every curve, look, smell of my body.
“Such a pretty liar.”I know you’re still mine. Still belong to me. I could still have you in a second if I wanted to.
The rest of his words play in my head. And I can’t tell if he spoke them so quietly, if they’re real, if I made them up, or if he somehow spoke to me in my mind.
His nose nuzzles my neck, and I know he can smell my heat dripping off of me. He knows how badly I want him to fuck me, sink his teeth into me, do anything to make me feel alive before I die.
The blood drips off my lip. His tongue darts out, lapping it up, brushing against my lip as he does.
I gasp.Fuck, Ambrose will never be able to give me this feeling.
He might become my best friend, my rock, someone I can rely on. He might be an enjoyable fuck. But never this. Not the man who makes my heart beat like this. Gives me the butterflies constantly in my stomach. That makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.
His—I’m fucking his. Godsdammit.
The question now is, can I love Ambrose enough? Enough to break the curse?
Because it doesn’t matter that I want Nyx. Even if I could choose him. Even if there were no curses, he wouldn’t choose me. He just wants to possess me. I’m nothing more than a toy that he claims for himself to keep me from Ambrose.
“Where’s Amora? I don’t think she’d like you being all possessive like this?”
He smirks, cocking his head in that way that drives me mad. “Doing what? Checking on your progress? Testing you to see if you’ve done enough, gone far enough with Ambrose that no other can come between you? She wants the curse broken as badly as I do, love. She’d be more than okay with me caging in the only woman in the world capable of breaking the curse for us, pushing her until she realizes how serious it is. Because You. Aren’t. There. Yet.”
I suck in a harsh breath. “You toying with me isn’t helping.”
“You refusing to fuck your mate, to fall in love with him, to accept what’s good for you isn’t helping either.”
I huff. “How’s your bloodlust? Have you drunk any blood? Gone mad yet? Lost control?”
“Has anyone tried to kill you, love? You’re running out of time.”
I roll my eyes. “Give me your hand.”
He frowns, and I swear I hear his heartbeat shift. “Why?” He knows exactly why. Because he’s already discovered the truth and refuses to accept it. That there is a small chance we gotthe mate thing wrong. That there could be more to the puzzle. Something that could give us hope. And he doesn’t want hope.
“Give me your fucking hand, Nyx.”
He leans against the cave wall with one hand while placing his other behind his back.
I grab it, yanking it to me.
“Ow,” he hisses.
“If you’d just show me what marking you got on your hand, then I wouldn’t have to hurt you.”
“Maybe you should be gentler, and that boy of yours would know how to handle you.”