?I pull out of Callahan’s hold to look at him. The devil is staring at me with longing as the councilmen whisper to themselves.
?Walking over to him, I look over him. From his face to his lips to his chest to his hands. Was it just his lips that were able to touch my own? Does he have some sort of countered spell or curse on him.
?How was he able to touch me?
?Deciding to test the theory, I grab his hand in mine and bring it up to my mouth.
?“Mavyn. . .”
?But I don’t listen to Callahan. I press my lips to the back of Varian’s hand and immediately jerk it back as pain obliterates my face.
?White stars dance in my vision as my hearing goes in and out. I shake my head to right myself and can feel Callahan on my back as I blink a couple times and everything comes back into focus. Varian has his head lowered with a concerned expression and his mouth is moving but I still can’t hear him.
?Pain still singes my mouth and face. A headache is already forming, but I take my hands and grab Varian’s face before crashing my lips to his.
?Pain.
?Burning.
?This is my first time kissing another person’s lips. I think it might also be my last.
Five
Thorne – Novam 11
She’s kissing him. Her fated. So there should be no reason a boiling shot of jealousy burns through my blood.
?Despite what my father and Aslan say, she is entitled to do as she pleases with them. Kiss them, hold them, lust after them,fuckthem. . . make love to them.
?I curl my hands into fists and a muscle in my temple feathers. I slide my hands into my uniform pants and keep my eyes glued to them. She had kissed his hand first and jerked back as if it shocked her. Callahan immediately behind her with his hands on her shoulders and Varian bending down to ask what happened.
?She didn’t answer him before grabbing his face and slamming her lips to his. It was all a fraction of a second. And then something. . . happened.
?Varian jerks back and uses his hands to cup her face but somehow, whatever had happened, it’s making it worse. Callahan shoves him off as she teeters.
?“Mavyn! Mavyn, look at me!”
?Callahan keeps his hands on her shoulders – which is still covered in just her pajama’s. Ms. Elaycia and Esmirra wouldn’t let anyone touch her and all needles that delivered the nutrients and fluids she needed were stuck through her hand. No one saw an ounce of skin.
?“What the fuck is happening, Callahan!”
?My eyebrows raise because usually Varian doesn’t swear but he looks a little manic at the moment. My father turns his head to give me a questioning look but I only shrug my shoulders. Forcing them to move up and down and keeping my face as still as stone.
?“Just don’t touch her,” Callahan growls back. Which only angers Varian and he’s about to grab Callahan but Mavyn’s legs go out and she hits the floor.
?Callahan mutters afuckas he stoops down to pick her back up but her hand snaps up and stops him.
?Her body is tensed so ridged she slightly shakes from the force, and her jaw is clenching so hard I expect to hear the crack of a molar.
?“Mavyn – “
?Something stops him and he tenses for a moment before relaxing and taking a step back. She must have said something through her mind.
?We all watch her for a straight two minutes as she barely twitches. Then, something resigns in her face and she sucks in a breath before pushing off the floor. Her body straightening and I notice every curve visible.
?Clinically – of course. . . because I do not care about the poison drop. I don’t care how her round ass slopes to the small of her back and to her tiny waist. I don’t care how her perky little tits are a perfect handful or how her nipples are so hard right now they could cut straight through her shirt. I don’t care how her long hair swishes against her back, its ends grazing her ass, or how it would look wrapped –
?Red eyes catch my gaze and it’s such a sight I can’t help but stare.
