“That is where we are going,” she replied, her voice so beautiful to me that I nearly accepted her words as complete truth.
My brow furrowed. My temple was beginning to throb, even as my blood ran hot in my veins for this female, thickening my cock, making it hard to think, tobreathe,even.
Nik.
My instincts rose and I began to pull my hands away from her, disentangling myself from her enthralling touch. I heard her breath hitch.
“Nik,kalles, my horde is behind us and we must hurry to—”
Her lips met mine.
Soft and warm and full and sudden.
Her kiss momentarily paralyzed me.
Then my hands returned to her, a savage groan pulled from my throat, as I crushed her to me, gripping her hard. Something was happening. Something I didn’t have control over. Something I didn’t understand.
All I knew was thatshe—whatever or whoever she was—was the cause.
I heard her shuddered gasp as I took what she freely offered me—no matter how foolish—lapping at her tongue as I felt her tight nipples drag against my chest. This wasright. The feel of her in my arms, her warmth against me was perfection itself.Sublime.
My hands moved, pulling her closer. One hand slid into her wavy hair, tugging her head back so I could kiss her harder. I heard her gasp. Her heart raced against my flesh as I cupped my hand over her breast, squeezing and stroking, as I succumbed to my desire, as mad as it was.
“Lysi,” I growled against her, my voice thick, sounding far, far away. “Vok, I want you,kalles.”
A rush of cool air came.
My eyes snapped open and all I saw was red.
In the next moment, the roaring of the voices returned and my head felt like it would split wide open. Stunned and groaning, I stumbled back from the female, my legs finally relinquishing their strength.
They buckled underneath me, pain scraping me from the inside out, my lungs so tight that I couldn’t breathe.
And yet, my gaze never left hers. Even as more figures appeared on the edge of the fog. Dark figures. Males.
Human males.
In the fog.
Nearher.
Mine.
I growled, trying to reach for the hilt of my sword. But my arm didn’t move. I had no strength left.
“He’s not out yet,” one of the males said, hesitant, fear evident in his voice.
I snarled, trying to kick out with my useless, unresponsive limbs.
One of the males tossed the female a dark cloak and I watched as she drew it around herself, shielding her body quickly.
Realization shot through me, just as the edges of my vision began to blur.
“Don-don-don’t h-hurt him,” I heard her say, though her voice was changed. Tinged with fear and hesitation, nothing like the calm, gentle words she’d spoken before.
She’d done this to me, I realized. Enthralled me with something unseen, until all I saw washer. Until all I could think about washer.
Sorcery.
