[THIS STORY WILL BE TAKEN DOWN ON SEPTEMBER 30, 2024]
He had hunted me, captured me, and locked me in a tower.
Season 3 'Of Crows and Thorns'
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While in RISING, Tabitha discovers something peculiar that may assist Nelle in her plan to escape the...
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Every cell in my body was attuned to Nelle, and the longer I lingered, her effect on every single nerve ending was serrated and excruciating. With every inhaled breath, the oxygen laced with her unique scent seared my lungs and scorched my skin. Even the soft loops of woolen carpet gouged the soles of my feet like a bed of thorns as I stalked back and forth like a caged animal. And the irony wasn't fucking lost on me. However, it still didn't quell the lust racing through my veins like jacked-up adrenaline. Nor did it stop me from sneaking peeks through the open doorway to her bedroom.
Every strand that connected us both only strained tighter the longer she tormented me with her cruelty. The Alverac and the filaments of dark magic sank its iron teeth into my flesh and raked against my bones; the ancient pull between wyrm and tamer whispered inside my head to seek her out and claim her; and my unrelenting need for her—all of it unconsciously drew me nearer and nearer to my little bird with every footstep.
Nelle had evaded the truth of Silas and their supposed kiss by scarpering into her bedroom, seeking refuge behind a book. She lay on her bed, her lean legs bent and ankles crossed. It was the skirt of her cotton dress that had fallen into soft cream folds and gathered high around her upper thighs that distracted me momentarily from the territorial menace simmering in my blood to find this Silas Boon and annihilate him.
Nelle had flicked open a dirty erotica and as soon as she found the right kind of filthy scene, her gaze scrawled across the pages. Carnal desire darkened her irises and her black pupils dilated and chewed through the gray. My cock hardened instantly and punched back at the tight constraint of my jeans.
Fucking hellsgate...
Whether she was aware of it or not, even if I hadn't scented her arousal permeating the air, her tells would have given her away. Color crept up her cheeks and flushed them a delightful pink. Her chest rose with quick shallow breaths. And when she flicked over the page to continue devouring the words, her eyelids grew heavy, and she rubbed her thighs together while chewing the inside of her mouth. The godsdamned breathy sigh she made drove me so fucking crazy I was on the verge of blowing my load in my briefs, again, like a sad fucking virgin getting his first touch from a girl.
I didn't know what turned me on more, her alluring body spread upon the bed or that brilliant mind of hers. Pure challenge had gleamed in her eyes when she'd shot me a death-glare over the top of her book after she'd informed me she was 'done answering my questions' and mocked me with a yawn. She'd cleverly come up with a way to twist the knife harder and pay me back by flooding the room with her scent spiked with arousal in the hope, I could only assume, that it would drive me out of the tower.
Instead, I stayed like a pathetic fool, prowling the space, enduring Nelle's unique scent that was equal parts sweet shot through with a zesty tang. Exactly like her—so innocent you couldn't resist taking a bite, even though you knew she was going to snap back fiercer with fucking fangs that would rip through your soul and bleed you out in mere seconds. Yet, she was irresistible.
