Cursed (Satine Tierney: Book 1) by Kristine Decoyly

Author:Kristine Decoyly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: dark, curse, magic, vampires, romance, fantasy, satine tierney, scifi

Chapter 55

The kiss started out well enough. That is, until Satine began kissing back.

They both tried to fight it, but when her lips opened and Quinn’s tongue swept tentatively against hers, a mass confusion of desire, power, and a million other contradicting emotions exploded between them. The spell, which had been behaving itself until then, didn’t like the confusion, and did what it did best, setting her nerves on fire and taking out her knees.

Satine landed on her back on the chaise lounge, Quinn on top of her, and even through the burning, she wanted more. Forget the pain, forget their audience, she wanted relief and freedom. Freedom from the frustration, the tension, the confusion, the everything!

Quinn’s hand slid to the small of her back, and she arched against him, gasping into his mouth and tugging him closer.

“Satine, I—”

She cut him off with another kiss, relishing his stifled groan even as her own body felt like it was on fire. Her tongue plunged into his mouth on its own accord, and she could feel his reserve shatter.

Quinn couldn’t fight it anymore, and when he returned the favor, kissing back, the burning flared in protest.

With a rush, she felt all her energy being drained away, and still she couldn’t push him away. Nya was so right. The man knew how to kiss!

Within seconds, the edges of her vision began to darken, and fear started to push through every other emotion.

“Quinn—” she was barely able to get his name out. Stop. It was only a thought, and she didn’t know who it was for.

Although it felt like an eternity, the whole thing lasted less than a minute. In a whirr, the two vampires manning the door were yanking Quinn off Satine and onto his feet.

“Des,” he gasped, struggling in their grip. “I didn’t—I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay,” Desmond interrupted, maneuvering through the vampires to grip his friend firmly by the shoulders. “It’s not your fault.”

“Satine—”

“Is all right,” Nya said, hand falling away from the pulse in Satine’s neck. Too weak to stand up, Satine didn’t care who found her pulse as long as she still had one.

Nya stepped away, and Desmond’s voice was cold when he turned to face her. “You knew this would happen.”

“I knew only of what might happen,” she countered. “We both know the uniqueness of the situation. I refuse to go on rumor alone.”

“Even if it ends up killing someone in the process?”

“Nobody’s dead.”

“Yet.”

The temperature of the room dropped significantly. Was that ice glazing over the top of the huge mahogany desk on the other side of the room? Nya ordered a struggling Quinn out, tone clipped, and continued to stare at Desmond as she said, “He’ll be okay.”

Ignoring her, Desmond stepped around Nya and knelt down in front of Satine. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it happen. To either of you.”

His expression softened to real concern and he carefully brushed her hair out of her face. He didn’t have to ask how she felt. If he could sense her the way she could him, he already knew.

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