My arms fold, and I leave my brother’s side as I stride quietly through the crowd like the beast I know I am. I don’t sugarcoat it like my Brotherhood. I’m a monstrous fuck in my natural form. The magic of the darkness makes my life easier. It aids me in an appearance of normal. Beautiful even. Over the last few years, my magic has blossomed in this shithole.
That’s how I know I’ll never leave.
And it isn’t because of our king’s pretty words.
I glance at him high on his golden balcony once more, and the wind sweeps away particles of his flesh in the breeze. From this distance, his features are hard to make out, but the sand will always show.
The people I pass instinctively step aside while others aren’t nearly as Carnal as their heritage might allow them to think. My shoulder hits theirs steadily, and I hear a few murmurs as I brush on by them one by one. When I’m just behind her, shadowing over her slender frame, her posture tightens. Her shoulders straighten like she might assassin kick right off the ground and smother me with her sweet thighs once more: a death many men have dreamed of, but only few know the reality.
It’s fucking bullshit is what that reality is!
But she’s one of the good ones, more Carnal than her human heritage might seem. She’s an equal to myself. I can tell by the way she senses me without even seeing me. Evil knows evil.
Villainous, pussy-suffocating bitch!
“Can I help you?” she asks flatly, never once taking her eyes off of something in the crowd.
I clear my throat to reply, but she rudely cuts me off once more.
“Perhaps you’re confused. I’ve read that concussions like you suffered often cause confusion.”
My gaze narrows on her shiny black hair once more.
Fucking claustrophobia-inducing cunt!
“It’s not a concussion, actually,” I tell her as smoothly as the man speaking out to the crowd. “I just had some terribly bad pussy last night. So bad it put me right to sleep halfway through.”
The chuckling laughter from behind me tells me that Benton has followed me. He always does.
At the moment, I appreciate it.
My soaring confidence falls slightly when she nods in agreement.
“I know what you mean.” She tilts her head to look at me, her illuminating green eyes catching the sunlight through the thick clouds. “Have you ever had head so bad, you’d rather kill the person than tell them they’re nowhere near your clitoris?”
A booming chuckle so loud that the people around us start to glance our way causes me to regret the man I call a brother. I toss him a grimace from over my shoulder, and his laughter shudders out into a coughing fit.
Yeah. Choke on your amusement, traitor.
“Meet me here tonight. At midnight,” the king tells the crowd. “Choose to join my court.” I scoff at the wordcourt. He’s a king by his own crowning but don’t ever say that to his face if you’re keen on the heart beating in your chest. Not all of us have forgotten the prosperous Dragon King. “Be welcomed by your own kind and find a life you deserve in the beautiful Kingdom of Carnal.”
Clapping and cheering erupt all around, and it’s then, among the distraction, that I strike.
My fist snatches through that soft, thick hair right at the root. Her head angles back, exposing the pretty length of her throat, but she doesn’t react. She doesn’t cause a scene or attract attention to the two of us. My chest melds against her back as I hold her as close to me as I possibly can to drive this point home.
“Do not ever disrespect me again, Bellatrix Cuore. If our paths cross again, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Her scent washes over me and my eyes close for just a short moment to take her in.
From above her tall frame, I spy the pull of her lips carving up in a smile that doesn’t at all seem threatened.
She’s either still crazy in the daylight, or she’s very, very good at faking her calmness.
Her hand drops fast, and before I can react, her nails are digging through my pants and twisting.Hard. Around my fucking balls.
My groan is a silenced sound against her throat as I tense around her, never once releasing my hold on her. Never once feeling her hold lessen on me. The pain that strikes thorugh me sadly shows her a side of me I’d like to keep very far away from an enemy like her. Because as she hurts me, my cock only grows harder for more.
She ignores it. She’s so damn good at ignoring the growl that’s turning to a groan along the soft curve of her neck.
“Be careful who you threaten, Synder Steel. Your king cannot always protect you. Even among the Brotherhood.”