Though each pull I do get, my grip loosens on her a little more.
“What are you?” she says on a broken whisper.
My hand falls from her as she collapses to the ground. Spent. Whereas I am on a high.
“Talia.” I turn to face my sisters and see them both looking at me with concerned expressions. “Your eyes. What did you do?” My eyes feel no different than usual. When I look down at the queen, I see her trying to get away on her hands and knees. I slam my foot down on her ankle and smirk when I hear the shatter of bone beneath my foot.
Her screams are music to my ears.
“Talia, let her go.”
I don’t understand the words leaving Tanya’s mouth. This is what we have been trying to do, to kill the queen.
Why would I let her go? She is meant to die. It’s how it is meant to be.
“She has to die,” I reply, looking down on the queen. “And dead you will be.”
With a swipe of my hand, I slit her throat, just as she did to Patrick. She rolls on the floor, clutching her throat and gargling on her own blood, her eyes wide as she stares up at me in shock.
I lean down until I am closer and smile at her sad face. “You thought you could best me, but, darling, you couldn’t.” I touch her forehead and push her backward. She falls, one hand stuck on her throat.
“Little fighter.” I turn at his voice, my hands covered in the queen’s blood.
He stands there, all dark and mysterious like he always is.
“Are you here to save me?” I smirk and walk toward him. He looks past me, then touches my face softly.
“You do not need saving.” He looks away and stares at the queen who now is barely breathing.
“Well, this is a damn mess.” Valefar stands there, gaze locked on the queen. Then he looks to Grim and smirks. “You wouldn’t mind, now, would you? Her soul is mine, after all.”
Before anyone can speak, her body is gone and so is Valefar.
Okay, that was weird.
The first hit of the magic wearing off hits me, and luckily for me, Grim has me.
“Take me somewhere where the grass is green, and the sky is blue, and no one is there but us.” He nods, and faster than I can blink, we are there. My feet feel the sand beneath me, and I can taste the salt on my lips, and I know we are at a beach. I turn to him and lean up and kiss his lips. He kisses me back after a moment of shock, and when he does, I resist the urge to climb him and keep him strapped to me.
“You are tired,” he says, pulling back.
I step back and tear my clothes from my body. He watches me as I kick off my boots, then eyes me as I lift my shirt off over my head. Slowly, I reach for my jeans and pull them off, then start to back away.
“Remove your clothes and live a little with me.”
“We shouldn’t,” he says.
“But we should. Think of how amazing it will be.” I turn away from him and dive straight into the water. When I come back up, he’s watching me. He waits a few moments and then his hand falls to his jacket, removing it, then his shirt.
Now, let me tell you, I could have drowned.
I may very well have drowned.
It’s not fair for someone who has so much control to have a body carved from stone. He has ripples in all the right places, and somehow, his skin is tanned to perfection. Hands that have touched my face, now touch the edge of his pants, and I suck in a breath as I wait to see if he will remove them. He does, dropping them to the ground until he is also naked, before he starts to make his way to me in the water. When he reaches me, he doesn’t make a move to touch me, he simply stares.
“Do you have a desire for me right now?” I ask, brushing my dark hair away from my face. His silver eyes convey so much when he hardly says anything.
“Yes.” Straight to the point.
Swimming forward, I reach him, then wrap my arms around his shoulders and hook my legs around his waist.
“Do you know what to do with it?” I feel him beneath me.
“I have control, little fighter, but with you…” His hand brushes my already wet hair before he grips my face and kisses me, hard. I slide my hand between our two bodies until I feel his cock. It’s impressive, large, and I’m excited to play, to feel it inside of me. After all this time. I need him.
“You’re tired,” he says through tight lips against mine.