“Well, you are definitely a wild one this turn, my pet.” He strokes my cheek, and I flinch. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel what I feel,” he whispers in my ear.
Breathing in deeply, he continues, “Delicious.”
I feel what he is talking about, but I am choosing to ignore how my fighting Fury has somehow resulted in a slight leak from my lower half. The liquid drips down my inner thigh, and I clench my legs as tightly as I can to get a hold of my traitorous body.
Going to whack Fury another time for good measure, he loosens one of his arms from around my waist and catches the offending hand before it contacts his infuriatingly appealing face. Placing the hand behind my back, he goes for the other one, and I succumb to his manipulations. He is obviously going to say what he is going to say, and even though I may not want to do it, I don’t really have a choice. This male pinning me to his body is my only way out of this mess.
“As I was saying…” I give him my best “don’t fuck with me” stare, and he chuckles. Feeling the up-and-down movement of his chest causes my breasts to rub through the silk. “I have a plan, and it requires Gideon’s and your cooperation. Gideon has agreed to my terms. I only hope you find this a suitable transaction for yourself.” At least this time, he isn’t talking about bondings. I already have one of those, and that is already one too many.
“You have something I want. Something I need a bit of help with. And that’s not easy for me to admit, Dove.”He is using my name.He must be getting serious.
I continue my death glare. “I need you and Gideon to find the other parts of the key.” My brow ruffles at his use of the word “key” again. I have no idea what this key he keeps referring to is.
“You see, I am stuck on this island, my prison, by the other Gods of this land. And in all her joviality, Oona left a key with multiple parts that can release me. She only left these parts knowing there is less than a one percent chance of any of them finding their way to my door. Especially with my powers significantly lowered in this physical plane. But here you are, my chance. My once-in-a-lifetime shot. And I’m not giving it up.” I swear, I hear the words,“not giving you up”as he stares deeply into my eyes, not a single ounce of trepidation in his voice.
“What do you mean by key?” I reply sceptically.Can I even believe this daemon?
Releasing one of his hands from around my waist, he continues to hold me pinned to his body while his free hand traces over my scar, starting from just under my ear and circling down to my throat, where he lingers. My body involuntarily pushes into him.
Even though everything about this male is cold and calculating, my body seems to trust him in a way my mind does not. “Behind this tantalising piece of skin holds a song, sung by Oona’s people. After all, the best clues are hidden in plain sight, are they not?”
The question throws me, and I angle my head, causing his touch to fall down my chest.
“Mmm,” Fury dips his head to brush against my forehead and angles his eyes downward, having a perfect view of my cleavage.
“Excuse you,” I wiggle around in his hold.
Giving off a lush chuckle, Fury eyes me again, black pools meeting green fire. “Shall I tell you the next time I wish to appreciate yourbeauty? Because I must warn you that it will become quite tiresome for you.”
Snorting, I push my chest out. “And why would that be?”
Leaning his head down, soft lips touch the arch of my ear, leaving tingles to run down my spine, all the way to the maddening wetness continuing to drip from my core. “Because, my dear sweet pet, you are the only thing worth gazing upon on this godforsaken planet. And I will take my fill frequently.”
At his hushed, velvety tone, my figure melts further into his.Traitor,I internally berate my body.Fury is not good for you. He will chew you up and spit you out.Plus, his words are not true. From the moment I stepped into the one Goddess’s temple as a child, I knew I was not as perfect as the priestesses. They have beauty with their flawless skin, tall, lithe figures and full breasts.
I used to look at those priestesses with their perfect bodies and pray the Goddess would at least give me a figure that could be desired. Especially desired by a certain prince. However, the priestesses food scraps and hard labour do not produce the makings of beauty. I still hold some hope for my body that some turn, my bones will no longer poke out from my sides.
And now I have this ethereal being spouting out declarations of my beauty. I want to hide.
My body loves the attention. Goddess, it craves it. It has been starved for affection for most of its life, but my mind… Fuck, my mind is a wreck.
It shuts down.
I shut down.
“Put me down, Fury.” My pained whisper echoes around us.
As if sensing the change in my mood, he does just that, and once my feet are firmly on the ground, he takes a wide step back. “Contrary to my brash behaviour, I do not wish to hurt you, Dove.”
The use of my name again startles me, and I look up. “What were you saying about the song?”
Giving me a long, hard stare, Fury continues his earlier story. “You see, Oona and the others thought it would be quite funny to provide a way to get off this island through the means of the bloodlines they created. Oona and the other Gods, Oriel and Osear.”
“And why is it so funny?” I ask.
“Because it requires all three bloodlines to grace my shores at the exact same time and sing her song.” He stretches his arms out wide. “Do you see any other people living here?” I answer with a no. “If I cannot leave the island and no one else is here, how am I to get three bloodline heirs to this island?”
I see his point. “Sounds like that’s one hell of a joke.”
