As I toss them to the ground, Summer bumps against my flexed arm. She shudders again. “God, you’re strong.”
She compliments me… She finds me strong.
My cock bursts through the magical binding to drop between my legs.
A wanting desire courses through me, ravenous though I’ve never been hungry. The golden heat within me shifts, warming my cock, driving more mass into its shape. It grows larger.
Perturbed, I push the doors open and usher her inside before she notices.
She doesn’t. Not yet at least, and I try to temper my reaction, forcing my cock away as she steps deeper into the church. Moonlight filters through the stained glass, faintly illuminating the old pews facing a wooden stage with a large cross and a pulpit. There are doors on either side, leading to more rooms.
There’s no one here.
There’s no one for miles.
She turns to look at me, a fresh question upon her lips, but before I can pivot, she sees my groin, where my erection bulges from my form.
Her lips part, and she takes a step back. Eyes widening, she heaves a great breath. Fear erupts.
A growl tears from my throat. “Don’t.”
She takes a second step back, hitting the first pew. Her gaze rises to my face before falling back to my cock. Her throat bobs as she swallows.
“Summer,” I say sharply. “Don’t run.”
Her heightened emotions electrify the space between us. Her hands drop, clutching the pew’s backrest on either side of her, knuckles white with strain. Confusion and panic join her fear. Our emotions ricochet.
I stiffen further, brows furrowing.
“What… what is happening?” she breathes out the words. “Why did you bring me here?”
“I have a cock because of you. For you. I do not know why because I am not supposed to have one. When I am around you, it is hard to keep it contained. It is like it has a mind of its own.”
Her gaze rips back to mine, piercing me, driving my need to protect her, to change her with my power. My outstretched hands turn from stone to fiery gold. It’s no longer only my cock, my entire being burns, and I sense a gilded light illuminating my erection.
She shakes her head, her cheeks flushing crimson. “I-I…”
My open palms are emblazoned with light. “We will do what we must to keep you safe.”
When I reach out, taking a step closer, she flees, darting low and dodging under my arms. She escapes.
“Don’t!”
She runs.
Her emotions skyrocket, and I roar, surging forward after her.
She wants to be caught.
Chapter12
Branded
Summer
My mind twists,my chest constricting with myriad emotions and sensations I can’t keep straight.
I need air.
