Page 215 of Jagged Souls

I run my fingers through his hair, panting and crying out. The urge to take some V is clawing at my stomach though. If I take some, it’ll feel even better. We’ll feel even closer.

My mouth moves as I start to beg for some, but he turns my face to the side as he kisses my neck, and my eyes land on Varius. Then move to the vial of V on the table beside his bed.

“The bed,” I rasp as my orgasm builds. Antonio kisses me on the lips as he carries me, his cock jerking against the walls of my pussy with every step. He lays me down on the bed. I arch my back as he fucks me fast, using the motion to secretly look at the bottle of V. I raise my arms, hiding my reach under thrashes of desire.

Thinking better of it, I pull back. Wrapping my arms around the back of his head, I clutch at his hair, moaning and crying out as I kiss him hard. I need to distract him. Wait for him to be on the verge of coming so he won’t be as quick to stop me.

He groans against my mouth. His tongue sweeps around inside me. His hands tighten on my hips as he slams in deep and hard. I clench around him. My arms lift back up, one aiming for the bedside table, seeing the unstoppable arousal on his face. His knot starts to swell, and I wrap my fingers around the vial of V…

I cry out as his hand grabs mine.

“No,” he grunts as his knot nestles thick inside me.

“You’ve taken a Rick,” I whine. Then my red eyes widen as I peer around his shoulder, and he jerks his head to look behind him to see what I’ve seen. He starts to roll, trying to put me between them, but Varius lands on his back before he can, his eyes even redder than mine.

The Craving has grabbed hold of him completely – Sau’s safe-guard having kicked in even though his curse’s broken.

The three of us fall off the side of the bed, and as Antonio releases me to fight off my husband, I take the vial of V.

And smash it into the werewolf’s right eye.

This is the moment I have been waiting for for fuckingmonths.

He screams as I crunch the glass into his socket, blinding him. With the shards inside him, even if he shifts, he won’t be able to heal himself. Fur spouts across his neck, only a section of him changing – just enough to stop Varius from sinking his fangs into his throat.

Calling on my fire, I push it down my arms, letting it burn me to get to him. Normally, he would have time to run away, but he can’t leave me because of his knot.

Check.

And fucking.

Mate.

“Tell Siome I said she could have you,” I snarl as my fire starts to singe his flesh. “You killed my baby!”

Howling, he shifts his lower body, and I scream in utter agony as his cock grows inside of me, the size of it tearing apart my pussy. My fire dies beneath the onslaught of pain, what remains of my control on it slipping. Varius roars in anger as he slices his new claws down Antonio’s back. The werewolf starts to shift his top half, but I push my fire back through my arms, stopping him. He can’t shift the part of him that’s on fire. It’ll harm him permanently.

He looks at me, so much pain in his gold eyes. So many feelings of betrayal. He thought I was his fucking long lost love. And maybe I am. We are not reborn with our previous memories. But even still, I want him toburnfor everything he’s done to me.

Seeing the anger twisting my face, he mirrors it with his own.

Varius jumps onto his back and wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck, choking him, but Antonio shifts one arm into that of his wolf and slices his claws across Varius’ face. My husband lets go on instinct. A primal beast under the effect of the Craving.

Antonio rolls, his cock still stuck inside of me, and I go with him as he regains his feet. He grabs hold of my waist. His claws dig into my skin – now both arms changed. My fire flickers across his chest, but I keep it burning – until he yanks me off his knot.

He tears off most of his own dick, but he also rips out a chunk of my insides.

I scream.

Varius roars as he jumps off the werewolf’s back to get to me.

But Antonio throws me so hard across the room that I go through the wall and well into the next one, my intestines hanging out of me, flapping in the air. I hit the ground with a gasp, my body convulsing from the pain. I’m going into shock.

A keres, a reaper of death –long billowing hair, a scythe with dozens of souls trapped inside its blade trying to get free– flickers into existence. Her kind hugs the outer planes of Purgatory, and she’s shaping her world around me so she can reach inside me and take my soul.

Varius screams as he tries to get to me, but Antonio, now fully in his wolf form, though his chest is heavily burned, intercepts him, and the two of them crash through the other room.

My eyes flicker to the reaper.