Mortal Consequences: an MM, supernatural, dark erotica (Book I of the Immortal Consequences) by Rien Nadie & C.J. Twining

Author:Rien Nadie & C.J. Twining [Nadie , Rien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadows' Nocturne
Published: 2022-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

A Murder of Crows

Balakai was content to be caged in against the bar by Griffin's arms. He perched himself on the stool there and sprawled his upper body across the bar top, pillowing his cheek on his arm. He curled his fingers around the glass but didn't immediately drink, just flashed Griffin a smile before the witch's attention was pulled away. He might've pouted at losing Griffin's direct attention, but he sipped his drink and didn't fuss. Couldn't bring himself to, because even as the witch turned away, he stayed close enough that Balakai could feel the heat of his body even in the warmth of the club.

It couldn't really be said his mind wandered. It didn't. It was just... quiet. Hyper-aware of the cool, smooth bar top under his cheek. The way the smoke and sweet of the wine lingered on his tongue and rose into his nose when he sipped it. Felt like it was stealing his mind away one thought at a time and only leaving the parts of him that felt. He'd not tried this particular Faerie wine before, but he liked it. Liked it quite a lot.

The glass disappearing from his hand spurred a little, petulant whine from him but before he could do more than lift his head to figure out what had become of it, a cold hand brushed his cheek and then curled fingers into the frontmost ring of his collar, pulling him up from his indolent sprawl.

"Who gave you something like this, pet? It's clearly too much for you." Her voice was cool as glacier water and the hair on the back of his neck prickled, skin rising in goose flesh in response. His lips drew back in a snarl, baring too many sharp teeth and his voice dropping into the bass notes of his anger.

The runes painted on Griffin’s skin that lit in the strange faery light of the club began to flicker like lightning and Lir cleared his throat.

"Griffin, surely-" he made a choking noise when Griffin flicked his free hand, the full weight of his focus on the cold woman who had her filthy hands on Balakai's collar. There was the sound of a struggle and the other witch fell to the ground before he could be heard gasping for breath. Griffin drew the riding crop from its loop at his belt and with snake-quick reflexes, rapped the vampire on the hand.

"That belongs to me," he said in a voice that was poison and lightning. His unoccupied hand slid up Balakai's spine possessively and he drew him back into his chest until he met with resistance because she had not let go of the ring.

"You should take better care of your things then," she almost purred, unimpressed with his display. Her smile flashed her fangs.

Balakai's growl pitched higher into a snarl when he felt Griffin's hand on his back, drawing him away from the woman except that she refused to let go of his collar. He snapped,

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