Nothing happens.
We repeat it.
We repeat the song over and over. Waiting for a jolt of lightning. Maybe a shaking of the ground. Possibly a flash of light.
Nothing happens.
The others have the song down. I hear it. The words are correct. The blood is spilt, and I have the proper heirs. I smell Oona, Osear and Oriel all over these three like a bad odour.
Something is wrong.I can’t figure out what it could be.
Rivern is the first to break before we head into another round. “How many times do we have to do this before it works?”
“We do it until my power is back,”I growl down the bond. The words travel through Dove before they hit him. Her body trembles. She’llnever admit it, but she loves my voice. It sets her whole body into a state of need.
Rivern feels it, too, making him frown.
Dove looks around our circle. Moyrie and Calypso repeat Rivern’s sentiments without understanding what he said.They are all weak excuses for leaders if they can’t stand in a circle and sing a song. My pet steps closer to me, reaching out her fingertips. My growing ire falls off me in waves, directed at the three people who can’t finish. “Maybe we need to take a break. Have some food and rest.” Her hands land on my upper arm. That touch instantly brings me back to her. Springtime green eyes latch on to mine. “Once we are well rested, we can start again,” her voice sounds small, like she’s trying to tame a wild beast. Maybe she is.
That doesn’t stop the unrelenting storm rising within me, growing. My hands fist at my sides.
In my turmoil, I slip up, my barrier slightly ajar, and she manages to worm her way in, seeing the frustration that grips me tightly.
“We will do this until I am free,”I say the words only to her.
She takes another step closer, her chest mere inches from my stomach. Her breasts heave in the black corset I put her in.That was a good choice.Fates, if I don’t get off this island, I will spend the rest of eternity ravishing her.I’ll keep her in my tower. I don’t fucking care what the others think.
“You can’t expect us to continue without rest. That’s not a reasonable request, Fury.”
“I never said I was reasonable,” I ground out through my teeth.
I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose, but her long brown eyelashes flutter up at me, focusing all of my heat into my cock, as dothe fingers that run tantalisingly down the centre of my chest. Her need is undeniable.
I can’t help myself when I grab her wrist and pull her tightly into me.
Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating.
Fates, I would die for this woman.
Catching me off guard, something sharp presses under my chin—the silver dagger.My little spitfire is trying to threaten me. Cute.
The urge to laugh takes over, the storm turned, lustful thoughts brewing inside.
“Spitfire, that dagger can not penetrate my skin.”
Her perfectly pink lips quirk—my new nickname for her making the bond hum happily.
“But it can penetrate mine.” Her voice is a soft caress across my skin. It’s a drug to my senses because when she speaks. I lose all my wits.
This time, the dagger is at her own throat, pressing into the soft, creamy flesh.
“You wouldn’t harm yourself,” I goad her. On the inside—Fates, on the inside, the bond is screaming at me.
Protect her.
Protect her.
PROTECT HER.
