I let out a frustrated breath. I mean, I had made it this far already. I’d endured the torturous teachings of Professor Whitlesbee as she critiqued my work, day after day. I wonder briefly if she’s also a demon. It would track at least. How many other paranormal beings were there on this cursed island?
The door bursts open, Lukas interrupting the battle waging inside my mind.
“What are you doing?” I demand, straightening my shoulders. Oh my God, I’m squaring off to someone who’s possessed by a demon.
He ignores me, gathering a bunch of his clothes and shoving them into a bag.
“Lukas?” I ask again.
“Leave me alone, Skye. It’s for your own good.” He says towering over me, one arm tucked into a sling as the other grip his overstuffed bag with clothes spilling out the opening.
“Did you decide this for me, or was it Lust?” I challenge, watching his green eyes flash with surprise.
“I make my own decisions.” He says, anger lacing his words.
“Oh yeah? So do I.” I grab him by his shirt and pull him down to me. His mouth meets mine, and all concerns of being with a demon go silent as he deepens our kiss, dropping the bag, and wrapping his hand around my hair, pulling it with a punishing tug.
He breaks the kiss as suddenly as it started. My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths as I stare up into his face. He looks so broken, and my heart breaks for him. I know the bitter taste of loss like I know my own name.
“Stop looking at me like that, Skye. I don’t need your pity.”
“I’m not- “
“I’m leaving. I can’t do this right now.” He grabs his bag, and practically runs out the door leaving me staring after him. Tears prick my eyes and I crumple as my legs hit the bed.
I knew that opening my heart to Lukas Ledger would end in heartbreak, I just didn’t know it would happen so soon.
ChapterEleven
SALEM
SONG: DESIRE BY MEG MYERS
Walker trails after me. I can feel his anger licking at my back, or is that his Wrath? Fuck, there was so much I didn’t know. So many unanswered questions.
“Salem.” Walker calls out in his gruff way that sends a shiver up my spine.
I try to close the door on him, but he pushes past me easily as he invades my personal space, slamming the door behind him.
His whiskey-colored eyes blaze at me as he grasps the jersey I’ve been wearing for days.
“This thing is driving me crazy, Salem. Seeing his name branding you as his when he’s not here.”
I don’t even get a moment to protest before he rips the threadbare material clear off my body.
“What the fuck, Walker?” I scream, balling up the ruined shirt against my bare chest as he cages me against the door. His face inches from mine. He yanks the jersey from my hands and tosses it across the room. My blood boils with a mix of anger, lust, and devastation.
“It’s not HIM, Salem. No matter how much you want that jersey to be him, it’s not. He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He’d want you to live! FUCKING HELL. I’ve already lost my humanity; I’m not losing you too.” His entire body shakes violently as he screams, his words hitting the broken parts of my heart, as the veins in his neck protrude from his red flushed skin.
“Come back to me, Wildcat.” He says, softening his tone as he runs his large hand down my unbrushed hair.
I hear a sob wrench out of my mouth, as he traces the tears that fall freely down my cheeks with his thumb.
“It’s okay to feel broken. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go anywhere.” He pushes against me until I’m flush to him. And God, do I feel broken and I’m fucking tired of it. I want to feel something, anything but this soul-crushing weight of grief.
I feel Walker’s hands roam down my bare skin, cupping my breasts, and I let him. He circles my nipples, yanking them between his calloused fingers. I let out a yelp that he silences with a hungry kiss, breathing life back into me as his lips trace over mine. I bite at his bottom lip, drawing blood. He hikes up my leg as I grab a fistful of his dark hair, not careful with how hard I scratch. The pain spurs him on. I feel his length through his jeans, the friction hitting my clit. It feels rough, but I embrace the pain.
I crave it.
