Chapter 43 Lust and dirty desires
“Finn. We can always turn back,” I said, not daring to stop even if I wanted to.
These people here had completely lost any humanity left in them and were now beasts.
Suspects only stayed here one week before they were tried and then executed. Dad must have been really livid to have locked Lucia here.
And here I was, like a bloody fool, coming to set her free.
“I’m OK,” Finn responded finally, but the struggle in his voice was unmistakable.
“Are you sure?”
“This place just makes me feel all sorts of things.”
“It’s the magic.” I winced, desperately trying to ignore how wet I was getting, how damp my panties felt.
“This cage is like a court jury. The spells here will force out your darkest side you try to suppress and…”
His head snapped at me, his eyes the soft yellow of a vampire now. Immediately, I realized what desire he was trying to suppress.
I jerked my gaze away and hurried forward.
Lucia was in the fifth cell to the left. She sat crossed legs on the floor, looking like a tortured witch.
Very literal.
“Lucia.” I whispered.
Her hair was disheveled. Her under eyes black.
On her skin, every single vein stood out in purple rage, and she was muttering, a far away look in her eyes.
How will I get her out of here if she looked this way? And what if she attacked me?
“Lucia,” I whispered again, but she did not turn.
I tried to open the door, but met resistance for the first time.
When I glanced down at the rock, the light had dimmed. My eyes popped.
“What is it?”
I spun around. “The moon. It has to be out for this thing to work.”
Moving around him, I ran straight, toward one of the rooms jailers used to occupy in my grandfather’s time.
I walked into an empty but clean room now, and my heart dropped all the way to my toes.
Outside the window the clouds had darkened, moving like thick fog. It was about to rain.
I heard Finn’s footsteps behind me, and then the door closed.
“It might not rain.” I clung to hope. “It’s not supposed to rain.”
He was staring down at his phone when I turned back around.
Looking up, he turned the screen to me, and I saw he had been checking the weather.
“Silver above!” I glanced down at the rock. It was almost dark.
“This was stupid anyway. Coming here. We'll find another way to get your sister off your back. C'mon. Let's go.” He pulled the door open.
But then he paused when I did not follow, and turned around.
“I’m sorry, Finn,” I whispered.
He was clearly fighting a war with himself now.
His skin was pale, so pale, and he looked like he was trying his best to swallow his snarl.
“We cannot leave. The entrance doors will not open.”
“What?”
“To leave the way we came, we need the rock as a spell neutralizer. We cannot leave till the moon is at its strength again.”
A wind howled outside, a verdict. That wasn’t happening anytime soon.
He was about to speak, but stopped. He frowned as if seeing me for the first time.
“You look...” He paused. “You look…”
“Strange? Burning? Like I want someone to fuck me blind?” I turned away from the speechless shock on his face, and hurried to stare out the sealed window.
I had on a black bodysuit with a pair of brown shorts that barely covered my thighs, but right now, it seemed like too many clothes.
My skin was coming to a boil, nearing the temperature of when Rhea was in heat.
“Fuck.” I cursed, and heard Finn inhale.
He apparently was doing his best to stay by the door because he was fighting his own demons.
I could bet his eyes could see every ripe vein running beneath my skin, mouth watering at the thought of what my blood would taste like.
How could I have been so impulsive, so thoughtless…
“Lys.” Finn called, concern ringing in his voice because I was dancing around the empty room like I had ants in my pants.
And honestly, I would have preferred that to what was happening right now. To this fire between my legs, melting all my suppressed, hidden desires into liquid, giving my clit its own heartbeat.
“Don’t come near me!” I shrieked when he took a step forward. “I’ll not be able to hold back. Just…”
I inhaled, and bent over.
Miss-nonchalance was howling inside me now, whining. She was very alive for someone who was lately beginning to make a habit of ignoring me when I needed her the most.
“... Stay there,” I whispered now.
Still bent over, I pressed my legs together, biting my lip hard to keep myself from screaming.
“The moon will soon be out,” I said more in consolation to myself and straightened up again.
But Finn was quiet, and when I turned around, he was sweating, eyes glazed.
“Finn.”
He did not respond.
I took a step forward and his hand shot out, gesturing me back as he shook his head.
My brows furrowed, surprised. “I thought you had mastered control.”
“Not when you’re fucking bleeding!” He gasped, lying flat against a wall and scratching with his nails.
“What?”
But then I looked down and there was blood on my hands.
Apparently, in the height of my heat just now, Rhea must have pushed her claws out, and I cut myself without knowing it.
But why was I healing so slowly?
The fang-mirror incident in the bathroom while I brushed my teeth mornings ago came to mind, but I shook the thoughts out of my head.
“It will not kill me,” I took a hesitant step towards him. “At least, one of us will not remain in torment. I brought you here after all.”
“Stay back!” he yelled over his shoulder. His voice doubled, tripled, like he was speaking through many speakers at once.
His eyes were bright, bright yellow, canines sharp and extended.
I shivered because this was the first time I had seen him in a shift, heard the power in his voice.
Finn was not an ordinary vampire.
“You’re in torment,” I said more strongly now, hurt to see him like this because of me. “You only have to feed from my fingers. It should be enough.”
“And if it isn’t?” he yelled in that guttural deafening voice. Like the thunder now rumbling in the sky.
“I’ll give as much as you need. I’ve got witch’s blood here. You cannot kill me,” I said.
It was a dangerous thing. This plan.
My blood could make him even more powerful, and with vampires there was a high tendency that more power would corrupt him. Fill his head with dark thoughts.
But I pushed out my claws and slashed my palm right down the middle.
He turned around with a frustrated growl, panting. As soon as the first drop of blood touched the floor, he pounced on me.
I fell back, crashing to the floor under his weight.
I should have expected it, but I was still a little surprised when he ignored my palm and went straight for my neck.
But what followed surprised me even more.
The sensual current, alive and sizzling, worsening whatever was happening to me a thousand times.
He did not bite deep enough to turn me, or kill me, but as he fed off me, sucking on my neck just like he had in my dreams, sweet shivers traveled round me even as my strength started to plummet.
I squirmed and moaned beneath him, feeling a bar of erection pressing into my abdomen.
I needed it, ached for it.
And as the pressure of his lips relaxed, and I felt my skin heal, his sucks turned from feeding to sensual play.
I became a wild bitch beneath him. As lusty as the wolf inside me.
“Take me, please.” I grabbed his wrist, directing his hand to where I most wanted to feel him.
“Lys, are you sure?”
I let go of his hand, grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him with fiery hunger to show him just how sure I was.