“What the fuck are you?” he mumbled, more to himself than to me.
I couldn’t talk, my mind and body still in pieces.
“You fucking lit up.” He whirled back to me, his lids narrowed, almost accusatory.
“I what?”
“When you were fighting back the spirits...” His gaze traced over my naked form, the feel of his fingers brushing over my hips and breasts, forcing me to suck in. “I was like a fucking moth to a flame.” He prowled toward me until his toes hit mine, his nose flaring. His chest pushed out with fury. “Icouldn’t stop.” He snarled at me. “I’m a legend. A warrior. Death can’t fuckin’ touch me... but Icouldn’tfight you.”
“MaybeI’mdeath,” I snapped back.
“No.” His hand clamped down on the back of my head, bringing our faces an inch apart. His chest brushed my nipples, hardening them. “You feel like fucking life. Like air in my lungs.”
He yanked me into him, his mouth finding mine, savagely devouring me. Flames shot up my spine, melting me into him.
Warwick didn’t kiss. He devoured. Conquered.
Owned.
And I knew I would never have enough. His lips parted mine; his tongue deepened our kiss. His hand twisted into my hair, digging into my scalp, yanking out my ponytail, letting my hair tumbling loosely down my back.
“I’m no better than them,” he muttered against my mouth. “A fiend... the devil clamoring to drain everything from you. Destroying you.” He tugged on my bottom lip. “Neverhaving enough.”
“Good.” My nails dragged around to his ass, pulling him into me. “Because I’m not your angel of mercy, Farkas. I’m not good. Like you said, I’m dark and twisted. I don’t care about morals or the fact you have a family. I’m your dark demon.”
A growl vibrated off the walls as his mouth seized mine, kissing me so powerfully I could feel it through every inch of my bones. His fingers laced through my long strands, yanking my head to look up at him.
“My family,” he grunted. “I would do anything for them.Anything. They are the last bit of me I have left in this world.” His grip tightened as he felt me trying to pull back. “He’s my nephew... that woman is my half-sister.”
“What? Your half-sister?” I tried to jerk back, but he kept me close. “Why didn’t you tell me? You—you let me believe she was your lover!”
“You were the one who ran with that idea, accusing me without even asking.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I snapped. “The boy in your arms... he looked so much like you, and she was so beautiful and stared at you like you were her universe.” Now that I recalled, she had the same dark features as the boy, as Warwick. My brain twisted it to see only one option. “You betrayed me. Gave me to Killian.”
“I’d betray anyone for them.” His fingers wrapped tighter in my hair. “Killian was using them as leverage.” Warwick’s lips rose in a snarl. “He hid them from me while I was in Halálház, making sure I behaved. Spied for him.” He leaned closer into me. “If I traded you, he’d let them go, let me be free. Their location was in the envelope he gave me.” He growled, his forehead hitting mine. “I would give anything up for them. Istillwould.”
I actually understood. I would have probably done the same.
“I’d kill, betray, or destroy anyone who hurt them. I swore on my mother’s death I would take care of Eliza. And now Simon. And yet I hesitated for three days—threefucking days. Every morning I would go to meet Killian, to make the arrangement... and stop. Find myself turning around...” His gaze burned into mine, his jaw straining. “Because of you.”
My throat tightened, swallowing roughly at his admission, the mix of anger and passion swirling in his words and face.
I wanted to be mad. To hate him for what he did to me, but I couldn’t. If anything, his loyalty to his family caused my heart tostumble over itself, which speared fear through my chest. To “get this out of our system” was one thing. Falling for the mythical Warwick Farkas was another.
Something I could never do.
I wasn’t that stupid.
“Well.” Clearing my throat, I glanced away. “You should have told me.”
“Why?” He grinned roguishly. Taking my hand, he wrapped it around his growing erection, his hot skin pulsing in my palm. “I get fucking hard seeing you jealous,” he rumbled in my ear, sending goosebumps down my flesh. Still glistening with me, his cock grew harder under my palm, desire clawing at me again. After the last orgasm, I didn’t think there was any way in this century I could go this soon.
Warwick seemed to prove me wrong.
“I hate you.” I glared at him, making him smirk.
“Take out all your hate on me then.” He hitched me back up his body, my legs wrapping around him as he fell against a wall, sliding down until he was sitting, my body straddling his. “I want to feel your pussy greedily clamp down on my dick again, milking it fucking dry.”
