Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

"Sure," she murmurs.

Amy huffs as Sierra slips on a pair of shoes. I tilt my head curiously at the odd choice of footwear, considering tennis shoes would be better than boots. As soon as Amy jerks the door open, she slams into an invisible force, and her body falls backwards before she slams into the ground.

"What the fuck?" she spews, and my eyes try to pop out of my head.

Shit. I messed up the spell. Fucking shit!

Sierra bursts out laughing, and Kane turns while trying to stifle his own laughter.

"Did you forget you have to walk through the doorway and not the glass beside it?" Sierra teases, motioning to the glass she thinks Amy ran into.

"I did walk through the damn doorway, or I tried to. I swear something threw me back."

Shit! Think.

Spell I cast, please come back. I rescind you now, cease your attack.

Chanting it in my head over and over, I begin to get nervous the spell won't lift. Discreetly pulling the pin from my hem once more, I prick my finger to draw out my blood.

Kane's eyes fall on me as I pull my finger into my mouth to swallow my own blood, sealing the recanted spell's banishment.

"You okay?" he asks me, as Sierra continues to laugh at the fuming girl still on the ground.

"Yeah, just a splinter," I lie.

The small bit of metallic bitterness rattles around in my mouth.

"I swear!" Amy blares. "Look for yourself!"

My stomach knots up as Sierra walks toward the door. Kane has lost interest in the spectacle as he comes to draw my finger from my mouth and pulls it into his hand. I look around him, trying not to be obvious as I nervously await the results of my recanted spell.

Sierra playfully leaps through the doorway and lands on the deck, her laughter roaring louder. I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief.

“You lying klutz," she teases, her mocking laughter only growing.

Amy grumbles under her breath while pulling herself up, and then she hesitantly checks the doorway before trying to walk out once more.

"I swear I'm not that damn crazy," she gripes, her eyes studying the doorway.

"It must be out now," Kane says, drawing my attention back to him as carefully examines my finger. "We don't have a lot of first-aide here, but I can get you a paper towel or something for the bleeding."

Amy and Sierra walk off, though Amy continues to look behind her, and I visibly relax.

"It'll be fine. It just stings a little."

He smirks, his eyes still on my barely bleeding finger, and then he draws it into his mouth. My breath catches in my throat as he sucks the tip of my finger with his deliciously soft lips, and, without thinking, I part my legs for him to step between them, feeling completely aroused, beguiled, and lost in his touch.

His eyes close as he draws my finger in more, and suddenly I'm rushed with an overwhelming desire to rip his clothes from his body as he grips me tighter to him. He finally releases my finger from his lips, and I'm almost left with a painful ache after the withdrawal.

"Damn. What was that?" I mutter breathlessly, but he doesn't answer.

Instead, he jerks me up from the stool where I'm sitting, and he pulls me to him as he carries me away, promising this night just got a hell of a lot better. His lips claim mine with a bruising force, and the fire courses through my veins as every bit of me throbs to feel him inside my body like I never have before.

Ignoring the snickers of Zee and Deke, Kane slams the door to his room once we're inside. He drops me to the bed as he pulls his shirt over his head, and he stares down hungrily at me, making my heart race almost too fast.

"Kane," I murmur as the ache inside me grows, and he jerks me to him so my legs slide around his waist.

"I really like this dress," he murmurs as he bends down, his feet still on the floor.