A Demon's Wrath (24 page)

He suggested, “Fight harder.” This drew a
glare from Cecelia, and he laughed. “Go on, little thief. Fight
me.”

To encourage her retaliation, he tightened
his grip on her even more, which shot pain through Cecelia and she
gritted her teeth. She responded with a growl. Then quick as
lightning, surprising even Drake, she moved, opened her mouth wide,
and snapped her teeth onto one of his hands that held her
captive.

Drake watched, fascinated, as her small
teeth sank deeper into his skin. Blood began to ooze as he watched
her, a smile creeping across his face, enjoying the moment
tremendously.

Biting him so long her jaw would have to be
sore by now, more blood ran from his injured flesh and then he felt
the pain. It slowly began eating at him. The slow, dull ache mixed
with the burning pleasure was quite delicious and intoxicating.

Finally, he released her by pulling back his
hand.

One hand freed, Cecelia made a move, her
lips wet with his blood. She lifted her head and attacked Drake’s
shoulder, sinking her teeth deep into his skin.

Drake was shell-shocked for a split second
and then laughed softly. And here he thought she would have taken
the opportunity to run off. Ah, but she really did surprise him,
this mite of a human girl.

Cecelia didn’t know Drake was enjoying her
battle with him, and he was now gently embracing her, his large
hand holding her at the nape of her neck as she ardently attacked
him with her teeth.

Cecelia could taste his blood, salty and wet
in her mouth. She felt quite pleased with her small victory.
Finally, very sure he would be begging for mercy now, she moved
back. What she saw in his eyes the moment she faced him was nothing
less than passion and hunger. Instantly, she felt her heart skip a
beat and knew she was in trouble.

“My turn,” he said softly and crushed his
lips against hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

Cecelia whimpered under his fervent kiss.
She could taste his salty blood between them as their lips locked.
Her body trembled weakly as he became wilder, thrusting and
stroking his tongue vehemently inside her mouth, drawing her deeper
into the darkness of his seduction. When he finally lifted his
head, she was breathless and lightheaded from the experience.

He watched her as she tried to regain her
senses.

“Don’t disobey your king again,” he said,
fondly stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Before she
could respond to his arrogant remark, telling him he was not her
king, he kissed her again.

He was softer this time, his lips warm and
firm against hers, and suddenly, Cecelia felt herself lost. She
couldn’t think. All she could feel was him—his warmth, his male
scent, and his taste. She groaned, and Drake plunged his tongue
deeper into her mouth.

Cecelia felt her core bursting as he played
with her, wildly stroking her and exploring her. When he moved his
head back, he continued his way down her throat. As he trailed
lower to her breasts, Cecelia closed her eyes. Drake devoured a
pink nipple into his mouth and continued to sweetly torture her
until she groaned out in pleasure. He did the same to the other
side before moving down to her belly where he gave little kisses to
her sensitive scar.

Cecelia writhed beneath him as he moved
lower, and then before she could stop him, he was between her legs,
devouring her sweet nectar. When he was done, she was breathless
and shaking from the experience, and her need to be filled was
driving her to the brink of insanity.

She clutched her arms around his muscular
neck as she searched his lips for a hot kiss. Groans escaped her
sweet lips as she wrapped her legs around his torso, driving his
shaft deep into her moistened channel.

Drake chuckled lowly as she danced below
him, pleasing him so much he flipped her around to take the
lead.

Cecelia cried out in pleasure and then bit
her lip as she continued to move above him. Drake watched her, his
heart glowing with a golden halo as he smiled. She was exquisite,
and knew he was falling in love with this human thief who had
stolen his pearl.

He shifted his gaze from her face down her
aroused breasts and then to her flat belly. There he saw the
flickering of a golden glow, very much like the light of a
fluttering candle.

The new pearl inside her womb was bright and
strong, and Drake’s heart radiated with love. He wrapped his hand
around the back of his future bride’s neck, brought her down to
him, and kissed her on the lips as they continued to make love to
each other.

Rosevalley Island

ALONE AND IN THE DARKNESS of his isolated
chamber within Rosevalley Castle, Marcus Arthur groaned in agony as
the invisible, long, frosted hands wrapped about his neck,
tightening around his flesh as if to suffocate him. Tears welled in
his eyes as he held the mind barrier that protected him further
from losing himself into the seductive voice that echoed deep
within his head.

Queen Josephine Arthur whispered into his
ears, her icy voice resonating in his mind, her tongue licking his
senses, causing him to shiver in both trepidation and disgust.

“Draw out the power,” she whispered. “My
dear Marcus, draw out the power from within the pearl. It will kill
him. It will kill Drake McNamara.”

The delicate invisible hand slowly slid from
his thick, muscular throat, releasing Marcus from the brutalizing
pain. Her hands glided farther down to his chest as if in a caress.
There, the skeletal fingers moved in through Marcus’s broad chest
and grabbed his heart. Queen Josephine squeezed the vital organ,
hard, as if intending to kill it.

Marcus’s eyes widened in shock, tears
blinding him in agony as he growled aggressively into the
night.

He howled, long and hard, as he forced all
his power into releasing himself from the spell that had enchanted
him since he had been fifteen years old. A spell that had made him
turn against his friends and comrades, kill many innocent lives,
and now made him he who was. A fallen, tormented demon living like
the dead.

With all his might, with all his power, and
with all his will, he fought the black magic that had crushed his
spirit and was controlling him and using him like a puppet. With a
push, his core glowed blue, thrusting out the dark orb that had
engulfed him in the night.

“Leave me be, you bitch!” he growled,
forcing the dark magic to disburse about and then disappear into
the night.

Marcus sat there heaving with exertion as he
gazed off into nothingness. He knew, as he knew war with Drake
McNamara was imminent, that he could not be released from this
curse. That Queen Josephine Arthur, the most beautiful creature who
had stolen the king’s pearl for beauty and power, would return to
him and make him do her bidding, for he was bound to her by blood.
Aye, he was her puppet. He was her dog, ordered to do as she
pleased. If he were not to do as she asked of him, why then, more
torture would follow. One that would surely make him go mad.

Marcus cursed, both in his own inability to
fight back and the fact that he couldn’t kill himself to be
released, for the queen had spelled him so. Only one creature could
kill him, and that was Drake McNamara.

Marcus laughed lowly, looking forward to the
day his ex-comrade would finally slay him and liberate him from
this torture.

“We’ll meet again, my dear friend,” he said
softly into the night, a handsome yet sad smile on his lips.

The story of Drake and Cecelia continues
in

A Demon’s Bride

FALLING FOR SAKURA
TRILOGY

A Secret Kiss (Book 1)

A Secret Proposal (Book 2)

A Secret Affair (Book 3)

KIWI BRIDE
SERIES

His Hired Girlfriend

Highland Kiss

When the Sun Courts the Moon

A Secret Admirer

THE ROGUE
SERIES

The Earl’s Desire

The Duke’s Revenge

THE NINE KINGDOMS
SERIES

A Demon’s Wrath

A Demon’s Bride

His Crimson Rose

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