Page 74 of Destined Dawn

“Fuck,” he says with elation, “fuck, that feels incredible.”

“The bond?” I ask him.

“The bond, your pussy, your pussy coming around my cock. All of it.” He rolls me towards him and kisses my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spencer Moreau this happy – not even when he won that dueling cup.

He pulls back and looks down at me.

“Was it good for you too?” he says, still grinning, because the dude has never exactly been modest and he knows it was. “Do you feel all right?”

I smile back at him. “Yeah, I feel fine.” He beams at me and then settles down on the mattress, hugging me tight tohis body and soon, his breathing mellows and I can tell he’s passed out.

I lie there.

I didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to shatter his good mood. But something feels different. Not simply the new – the final – bond, alive and vibrant deep inside me. My magic too.

With each sealing of the bond it’s grown that little bit more, swelled in power. This, however, is different. That dark magic, the one they call crimson, scarlet, soars through my body, stronger than before, hissing in my veins, potent and powerful, drowning out my other magic.

What can it mean?

Christopher Kennedy’s words have been eating away at me – the fact I’m the Black Prince’s daughter making me uneasy. My dad’s explanation had made me feel a little better about that and Spencer had calmed my concerns. Now they come flooding back. Fear churning with the dark magic inside me.

I stare up at the ceiling afraid. I want to stay here with Spencer, snuggled in this bed. His presence is a comfort and I’m scared that if I crawl out of this bed, my fears and this dark magic will consume me. But I need to get back to that party. I’m bound to have been missed by now and stars know what people will think of me.

Carefully, I remove Spencer’s arm from around me and roll up to sit, shuffling across the mattress. I’ve just reached the edge of the bed when Spencer jolts.

At first, I think I’ve woken him, but then his entire body jerks violently. He’s changing and I sit there transfixed as his body transforms painfully into the beast’s.

In a matter of minutes, my gaze meets the beast’s eyes, glowing that chestnut brown in the darkness.

“Are you afraid, little mate?” he asks me, his gaze intense.

“No,” I say, rolling back down to lie by his side. “I just wasn’t expecting you.”

His tongue slides along his jaw. “I couldn’t resist it,” he says, his gaze sliding down my naked body. “He’s had you,” he says, growling. “Seeded your cunt.”

My cheeks flush. I was maybe okay with the dirty talk when it comes to Spencer, but the beast is another matter.

“We used a barrier spell,” I tell him, predicting what he has in mind. The beast snorts, obviously displeased with that bit of news. “Babies are not on the agenda.”

“But you sealed the bond. You are ours now. Bound to us for this lifetime.”

I don’t know why but the way he says it makes me shiver hard. The beast lifts one of his great paws and glides it down my body, the pads on his paw hard and calloused, his claws withdrawn. I shiver even harder.

“Such a pretty little thing. So sensitive. Did he make you fall apart?”

I nod.

“Iwould like to make you fall apart, little mate. Over and over again.”

I swallow hard. I don’t think that is in the cards. I have a clear view of what hangs between the beast’s legs and it is pretty darn monstrous.

“Or perhaps you could suck on my iron like you sucked on his?” He draws out a claw and hooks it under my chin, lifting my gaze more firmly to his. “You looked so beautiful drinking down his seed. A hungry, needy little thing, aren’t you?”

I open my mouth to answer him. I can’t deny that the beast stirs something inside me – because no matter whatWinnie says I am clearly a deranged slut who is horny for every one of my mates no matter what they have done or … what they are. And yet …

“How about we just lie here and talk,” I suggest.

“Too fast, little mate? No matter. I have waited an eternity to find you again. I can wait that little bit longer.”