Chapter 38 Thorne
That bitch Saoirse thought she could trap me.
Fuck no. The second the shadows closed in; I tore them apart.
The tomb groaned as if it was alive, as though it feared me…
and it should. Payback’s going to be a bitch for her.
I’ll make sure of it. I’m not just going to kill her…
no, that would be mercy. I’ll strip her of every false power she thinks she owns, peel her lies from her skin, piece by fucking piece, until nothing remains except the trembling shell of what she used to be.
Determination boils in my veins, black and merciless, as I make my way back to the castle.
Every step is thunder. Every thought a blade aimed at the one who dared cross me.
But, a darker truth gnaws at me. I told my little banshee to stay put, to obey and not leave.
If she ignored me… if she defied me… then she’s not just putting herself in danger, she’s putting herself up against me.
She has no idea what kind of storm she’s messing with.
To my surprise, when I arrive at the castle Fionn is sprawled across the stone floor outside the main door, a hulking shadow cut against the dim torchlight.
His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.
His coat looks darker now, carrying a sheen that wasn’t there before.
I expected him to be a shattered mess for days, maybe weeks.
The sight before me twists something cold in my gut.
Fionn doesn’t just look healed. He looks…
reborn. The jagged wounds that tore him apart are gone, and in their place is a beast forged sharper and meaner.
His eyes burn hotter, deeper, like molten pits ready to swallow anything in their path.
I give him a quick pat on the head, though the tension rippling under his skin tells me he doesn’t need comfort. Leaving him sprawled on the floor, I stalk into the castle, my steps echoing off the stone walls.
Leath bealaigh síos an halla, reoim. (Halfway down the hallway, I freeze.)
The air shifts as a low murmur cuts through the silence. Not words exactly, but something raw, more primal. The hair on the back of my neck bristles. Someone’s here. My banshee… she's not alone.
My pulse hammers in my ears as I strain to catch the source of the sound.
Shadows twist and flicker along the torchlit hallway, and the darkness feels alive, as if it's almost watching me back.
I move a cautious step forward. The murmurs grow, like a chorus of whispered threats, scraping at my mind.
Then, I smell it… I smell her. My banshee and something else. Something older.
Not trying to be quiet, I edge my way through the door frame, and there she is.
My eyes widen as a slow, dangerous pulse hits my veins.
She’s completely naked and exposed, pressed against the wall…
not alone. There’s another male close to her.
My curiosity mixes with something darker.
Desire drips off her like smoke, daring me to reach for her.
Heat flares along my spine, and every instinct inside me screams to move closer.
The tension in the room is palpable, as if the air itself is holding its breath.
Every flicker of movement from her, every subtle shift of her body against the male, sends sparks through me, and my cock stiffens.
The thrill of watching it claws at something deep inside me.
I step forward and her scent hits me in waves, intoxicating.
I can feel the pull of lust, like a fire that refuses to be tamed.
The male is lost in her and doesn’t register my presence.
I don’t need his attention. All I feel is her, the heat radiating off her skin, the dangerous curve of her spine pressed against the wall.
She’s untouchable in this moment. But, every inch of her calls to me, daring me to step closer, to stake my claim.
Pulsating with need, I take in everything as my cock begs to be released.
The tilt of her head, the desperate arch of her back, the way her eyes flutter.
Every instinct in me screams to close the distance, to claim her, to taste the fire she’s ignited even from across the room.
My fingers itch to pull her close, to remind her whose presence bends the shadows.
My eyes never leave hers as I step closer.
Her movements are a rhythm, a heartbeat I can feel in my chest. The tension in my pants is almost unbearable, my cock…
it wants to taste her too. The other male is nothing, just background noise, irrelevant.
All that matters is her. The way her pulse flares in her neck, and the arch of her back against the wall.
When I’m just a whisper away, I brush a claw against her arm.
Not enough to stop her, not yet, just enough to let her feel me.
Her body stiffens for a heartbeat. She knows I’m here.
The fire that ignites in her eyes? It makes my need coil tighter, ready to explode.
This isn’t just desire. It’s the dark pull of something she can’t deny.
“What do we have here?” I say, making my presence known.
The male immediately turns, and in that instant, I feel it.
A surge of power, raw and ancient, flowing out of him.
My banshee freezes, her body frozen against the wall, and my eyes lock on hers.
Desire and defiance, flare together in that single glance.
However, it’s the power from the male that stops my breath.
It hums through the air, alive and dangerous.
The tension coils tight around us as I step closer, “How can you tolerate my banshee’s scream?” I ask, my voice low, curious.
His eyes glint, dark and hungry. “It calls to me now… It didn’t before. But now I feel like it belongs to me, as if she belongs to me,” he says, every word vibrating with raw power.
A flicker of disbelief rises in my chest. “Belongs to you?” I hiss, inching closer.
His power thrums through the air, a dark pulse that makes the hairs on my arms rise.
I feel it in my veins, stirring something feral I can’t control, and the way my banshee is looking at both of us, she’s hungry and desperate.
I sense her tension. It’s not fear, it’s lust. Her body wants us, craves the collision of us both.
The male shifts, his chest rising and falling.
His mesmerising green eyes lock with mine, and the air between us snaps, crackling with danger and desire.
Neither of us wants to yield, but neither can resist. The pull is magnetic and unavoidable.
The air shifts strangely and my hunger sharpens, no longer for her alone. I want them both. I want them both kneeling, desperate for my cock. And the desire isn’t just in me, it saturates the room.