Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(11)

A better person might say no. A stronger person would want to do it on their own, but I was neither. I was twisted and fucked up as he said I was. And similar to a junkie being offered a hit, I was too desperate to turn down the notion of feeling numb again, especially when the other option seemed like endless pain, anguish, and darkness.

Going off instinct, I let my soul dive into him. I could feel for a moment he wanted to wall up against the intrusion, but he took a deep breath, allowing me fully in. The intimacy that twisted between us was excruciating discomfort and unbelievable desire. It pulsed every nerve, made both of us groan as another climax built up.

Erotic. Forbidden.

I took. I became gluttonous with need, the lightness of my heart, my soul. Insatiable to the ease of my grief. Voracious in absorbing his strength.

“Brexley, stop.” He growled in my ear, his hands landing on the wall by my head as if he needed a little help to stand.

I couldn’t stop. I was rabid. Insatiable no matter how much I took.

“Enough!” He shoved me back into the wall; my lids burst open. He watched me as the high evened out. I still felt heartache, but it was distant, livable. My physical pain was gone entirely.

I felt no guilt for wanting more.

A smirk hitched the side of his mouth, his legs a little unsteady. “Fuck, princess. You have a ravenous appetite.”

“I do.” I didn’t wait for his response as I dropped to my knees. There was no foreplay. I wrapped my tongue around him, sucking him as far back as I could into my mouth. His size made my eyes sting.

“Fucking hell!” He hissed, one hand staying on the wall, the other threading through my locks, pushing farther down my throat. His erection hardened and grew, choking me.

Wetness dripped from me as his fingers dug into my head, my fingers curling around his ass, pushing in. My shade curled around him, licking down his back, taking his balls into my imaginary mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck!” His eyes rolled back. The total power I wielded over him hardened my nipples, lighting my skin on fire.

He quickly flipped it on me. The feel of his tongue slipped inside my pussy, making me groan loudly around him.

Grabbing my head, he tugged it back, yanking me up to my feet.

“I wasn’t done.” I frowned.

“Neither am I.” He flipped me around, pushing my breasts into the cool tiles as he parted my legs. I was so ready, and he slid inside, his girth hitting every nerve ending, causing me to fist and claw at the tile, my head spinning. “Gods, I missed this. Missed you.” He rumbled in my ear, thrusting in again. “I never want to stop being inside you. Whether with my cock or whatever this connection is between us. Don’t ever cut it off again.” His pace was steady and deep, making sure I felt every inch of him, striking me with electricity with every thrust. “You’re mine, sotet démonom. Forever.”

Every time he called me that, desire sprung on me like a beast.

“And here I thought you didn’t believe in marriage,” I verbally poked.

“I don’t.” He hoarsely grunted in my ear. “Who said anything about marriage? With fae, mates go way deeper.”

“So, you think I’m your mate?” I groaned, our bodies moving together.

He balled up my hair in his fist, pulling it back as he rammed in deeper. Grabbing the soap, he lathered it, rubbing it through my tresses and over my body, cleaning the blood and dirt from me as he steadily fucked the hell out of me. His rough hands slid over my nipples, gliding through my folds.

“Think we go way past mates.” He growled against the back of my neck, going harder. His hands kneaded at my breasts. The feel of his fingers rolled over my clit as a tongue slipped between my ass cheeks.

My voice rose so loud he crushed his mouth to mine to keep my cries muted.

“Harder! Fuck me until I can’t breathe! Until I am nothing but particles.” My shade nipped at his ear, biting down on the curve of his neck.

He pumped into me, pushing my bones against the wall with a bruising force, moving me up and down the wall.

He unleashed. Pounding ruthlessly into me, where I felt nothing but him. Bringing me back to life and destroying me at the same time.

Life and death.

“Warwick!” With a blackout roar, we both came together. His cum filled me so much, it spilled down my leg.

Lights flickered, and I felt the links of our bond cinch into an unbreakable knot, exploding my orgasm through me like fireworks.

Deep inside me, fire and power came roaring to the surface. For a moment, I could see the nectar, glowing steadily, then it suddenly flared with power, singeing the edges of the box it was in as though it felt the energy coming from Warwick and me. Our connection filling it with life.

My senses were flooded with the magic I experienced the night at the castle. I could taste and feel it again. The name I’d heard called to me, but slipped from my conscious, came crawling from the depths.

Warwick fucked me in color, but he just unleashed...

The Grey.





The name hummed in my veins, a power I didn’t even realize yet somewhere inside me, but this place kept it dampened. Quiet.

For now.

The fae formula the human guards were on was able to slip past the spells blocking this prison of fae magic. Warwick and I seemed to be another loophole. From Halálház to Věrhăza, the spells in the prisons couldn’t seem to prevent our connection. Though this time I could feel the wards trying. Killian put thicker enchantments on this place. Like a weighted blanket trying to hinder our mobility, the spells couldn’t entirely eclipse the power between us. I had this rooted feeling nothing could.