I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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If this was Hell, it hurt like a bitch.
I had the sensation of being devoured by fire, skin and organs torn apart by the flames, flesh sizzling in agony. Even breathing felt like swallowing a puddle of lava. I wondered if being burned alive was my eternal punishment, because damn. It truly was a torture. At least I hoped that Satan was some sexy piece of eye candy so I had something pleasant to stare at while burning for eternity. Slim consolation, but still..it was better than nothing. I tried to move my tongue, but it was stuck to the palate. Sandpaper. Or cardboard. That's how it felt like. There was probably even someone hammering on my head, cause a raging headache was currently devouring my mind. Rude. As if burning wasn't enough. Apart from that, however, it felt empty.
My wolf.
I tried calling to her, but no answer came. Panic spread through me, my heart nearly stopping in my chest. Where was she? I attempted to move, but my body didn't respond. No, no, no, no. Not alone, I couldn't be alone.
My wolf, my wolf, my wolf, my wolf, my wolf
I needed to, needed to, needed to..
"Easy."
A voice sliced through my thoughts, but I didn't care. Where was my wolf? Why wasn't she answering me? I wanted for that headache to stop. I wanted to know why my wolf wasn't answering me. I wanted..
"Easy, Lara."
That voice again. It sounded somewhat familiar. It reminded me of chocolate. Of spicy cinnamon rolls. Of anise scented tea.
"Here, drink this."
Something metallic was placed upon my dry lips and soon after something wet and cold went down my throat. Water. I drank greedily, even if it hurt. Did they serve water in Hell? Nice. My mouth was feeling less like a desert now and I could move my tongue. Barely, but enough to try to mouth some words.
"Where...wolf...I-I..can't...fe-el.."
I didn't recognize my own voice. The few words I uttered were slurred and raspy, sounding like nails on blackboard.
"It's fine. She's fine. She is just recovering like you are. She will come back when she's healed."
Water was offered to me again and I accepted, swallowing as much as I could. I tried to open my eyes, but as soon as I did light blinded me and my headache roared. Wasn't Hell supposed to be dark and gloomy? Strange. I tried again, blinking repeatedly my eyelids to get used to the light.
I met ocean blue.
Deep, raging blue. Streaked in gold. Darker in the center, lighter around the borders. Suddenly, the voice, the smell, the blue made sense. Hercules. So I wasn't dead? Wasn't I in Hell? Or was Satan designed after him? At least my desire of Satan being a sexy piece of eye candy had been fulfilled.
