Gena Showalter - 15 The Darkest King by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-25T19:10:45+00:00

Chapter 19

“I’ll be waiting at the corner of Climax and Bolt.”

With his free hand, William palmed a dagger. Sunny’s trembles intensified, but she didn’t dart off. She’s trusting me with more and more, and I’m about to cut her?

He’d never hesitated to hurt someone, especially if their pain somehow aided him. Yet, the thought of Sunny experiencing the tiniest pang had him growling like a wild animal. She’d endured so much already. A shitty marriage, the loss of her people and centuries of solitary confinement.

Do you wish to sleep with her? More than anything. Then. Start. Cutting.

He did it. He made the cut, the incision as shallow as possible, but she hardly seemed to notice. As drops of crimson welled, he drew the blade over his own palm and linked their fingers, letting their blood mingle.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “How will I know the spell worked?”

“You’ll know. You’ll feel it. Just wait.” Peering into her eyes, he said, “As long as you aren’t trying to kill me, I vow I will not steal your horn. I won’t hire someone to steal it for me, or command anyone else to do so. I won’t scheme to obtain the horn at a later date. Do you accept my pledge?”

A dazed nod.

“Say it,” he commanded.

She swallowed hard. “I accept your pledge.”

Then. That moment. A bolt of power shot from him to her, and she gasped, stumbling back. Her jaw went slack. “You’re right. I do, I feel it,” she said, awed. “You truly won’t—cannot—make a play for my horn.”

Knowing he’d alleviated her fears... He wanted to bang his chest like a gorilla. How receptive would she be to his advances now? Would she like his kisses?

Every fiber of his being shouted, Find out!

Yes. He would brand her with his touch, his essence. Would explore the connection between us. Would take her hard and fast, then slow and sweet.

No, no. Not hard and fast. He might rouse her paranoia. He’d go slowly with her. So damn slow he’d agonize them both until they would die without an orgasm.

Arousal scorched him. How had he ever existed without this ferocious wanting?

Better question: How could he exist without it?

The urge to grab her, rip off her clothes and toss her on the bed, the floor—anywhere!—bombarded him.

No. Not yet. Break the curse, then win the girl.

He didn’t know if he had the strength to resist the wanting and needing, but he would try. “I must take a shower,” he managed to say in a somewhat normal tone, as if he wasn’t a ravenous beast inside. “I’m still wearing burial grime.”

“William,” she whispered, trembling against him. “You said to let you know when I have a need.”

That plaintive tone torched his already shredded control.

“Do you want to be fucked, Sunny?”

Her breath caught. “I do.”

“By me.” Another statement. “Only me.”

She nodded, anyway. “Only you.”

“Today.”

“Today,” she said, her incredible scent enveloping him. “Now.”

Waiting until she’d broken the curse ceased being an option. “I will take care of you, as promised, but first, I must shower.

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