Reluctantly, I reach for bond number two.“How do I summon the power?”
“Do you need me, Pet?”Fury seems awfully chuffed with himself, considering I’m the one who is meant to save him. I’m stuck in a cage, dangling over an ominous pool of water that continues to make unusual thumping noises.
“No, I need power to blow the bottom off this cage so we can escape,”I huff the words internally. A trickle of anger dances before me—I grasp it. That’s exactly what I need.“Tell me you hate me.”
“What?”He’s caught off guard. That makes me smile.“Why would I… Right,I see,”he says before I need to answer, somehow understanding my intentions thanks to our connection. That thread that binds us grows increasingly stronger with every turn.Unfortunate.
I hold onto the bit of rage that wells below the surface whenever I interact with my God.
“Hate is such a strong word. I think I would rather show you with my claws and teeth and cock—”He trails off, no doubt a smirk on his lips that I want to bite off.“You can bite any part of me, Pet.”
Fuck, really? Does he think now is the rhythm to start the sexual innuendo with me? I’m stuck in a cage hanging—Ooooh.The feeling is there in my throat, that fiery need to snap back at him working its way into my lungs, plumes of smoke threading their way through my blood.
My blood sizzles. My body vibrates.“More,”I whisper down the bond.
“You’re desperate to be my good girl, aren’t you,Pet? To sit at my feet like a good little bonded mate and worship at my cock. Mmm… I would have you suck it so good. Your pussy would be dripping.”
I… I…
“I would NEVER. Keep dreaming, asshole.”
“I won’t have to dream, Pet, because soon, you will be on your knees, begging for me to fill that wet cunt.”
My body is a living furnace.“NEVER!”I scream the word in my head. That laid-back chuckle hits my ears. I want to punch him in the face.
“Send that power into the cage, Pet.”
Clasping and unclasping my hands, fire heavy in my throat at the rage I want to direct at Fury, I open up my palms, aiming at the floor.
Moyrie senses the shift in me, standing to the side.
“Pet, I hate to inform you, but the next rhythm we meet, I’m going to be cock-deep in your pussy so fast your head is going to spin.”
“Argh, bastard!” I aim at the floor. The sick thing is, I know none of what he is saying is a lie. It’s truth bomb after truth bomb. My core burns just as much, if not more, than my heart. I imagine my anger pushing into the iron below our bare feet.
BANG.It’s quick, reverberating through the air. My ears ring. Our cage swings. A snapping sound accompanies the loud force.It’s not enough—
We are now swinging violently. I give it my all for the second time, ire a deep well in my being, overflowing and ready to come out to play.
BANG.
The God magic flows from me again, followed by some more cracking of our cage.
“I think it’s loosening the bars,” Moyrie exclaims. She holds her hands to her ears to protect them from the splitting sound that follows every rush of power.
Just for good measure, I release the power for a third time.Third time’s the charm.That’s what the priestesses always used to say when they were praying to the Goddess.Pray in threes.
BANG.
RING.
ROAR.
My eyes go wide, finding Moyrie’s. “What was that?”
“Fury? We aren’t alone.”
That’s all I manage to get out as I look down beyond the bars and the bottom of the cage that is barely holding on, to find tentacles, surfacing from the deep like dark arms and springing out of the water, reaching for us.
