Chapter 15 #2
“All talk, Wolf?” I dared him, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. I could feel my heat and wetness seep into his briefs. A deep groan vibrated up his throat. “Do it now . . . end this.”
His jaw strained, his hand pressing down harder.
“Want this to end? To never have to feel again?” I arched into him, my bones quaking with the intense sensation.
“Kovacs,” he growled, tightening his grip. My eyes watered, and my core pulsed with need. “Fuck . . . You like it,” he hissed.
“Go ahead. I won’t even fight you.” I struggled to speak, pushing my neck against his hold.
“Goddammit,” he snarled.
I waited several more beats for him to act, our eyes locked on each other.
My mind focused on his breathing, reaching inside toward him.
“Stop.” He huffed, putting his full weight on me.
Again, I was no match physically, but impulse had me reaching deeper inside him. Absorbing. Using. With strength I could not possess myself, my legs squeezed his hips, flipping us over like he weighed nothing. His eyes went wide as I flung him on his back, my body now atop his.
“What the fuck?” he muttered.
Ignoring him, I clutched his neck, leaning into him, dragging my hips over his cock.
“Don’t forget, Farkas. I can kill too. Death and violence also follow me like a shadow.
I am not your minion, pet, or whore. And no one controls me either.
” I pressed into him harder, my lips grazing his ear, trying to ignore his rock-hard erection between my legs, my body aching to ease the need battering against my senses.
How easy it would be. Just a tug of fabric, and he would be inside me.
“You had your one chance. Don’t ever threaten to kill me again.” I shoved him back into the pillow, crawled off him, and strolled out the door.
I had been in the depths of hell and dragged myself out. Survived.
No one would control me again.
I should have known the serenity of the lukewarm bath would not last long. My life was now tangled with a feral animal’s, with no sense of privacy.
Bam!
The door slammed open and Warwick’s barely dressed form barreled into the room. He could be silent as a ghost and loud as an angry bear.
“What the fuck is this?” He wiggled sheets of paper at me.
“The spa menu.” I closed my lids again, my arms out on the edges, the milky water hardly hiding my naked body, but I no longer cared. “I ordered a deep massage at ten.”
“Don’t fuck with me. What is this?”
I pried my lashes open, peering at the items he was holding. My stomach sank, seeping slowly down the drain along with the blood and dirt.
“Where did you get these?”
“Why?” I sat up, my wet hair clinging to my breasts.
“Answer me,” he growled.
Sighing, I pulled myself out of the tub. Grabbing the thin towel hanging on the hook, I wrapped it around myself and marched past him.
“Kovacs.” He caught me in the hall, yanking me back into him.
I could see people in my periphery in the hallway, stopping, watching. Even in a whore house, the sight of Warwick in his boxer briefs and me in a tiny towel seemed to stir up excitement and curiosity.
“Where the fuck did you get these?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“I’m not messing around.”
“Neither am I. You withhold information from me. I can do the same.” I didn’t back down, stepping even closer, my voice going husky. “You know, just looking out for myself.” I grabbed the papers from his hand, twisted, and took two steps for the bedroom.
“Goddamn it, woman.” Arms looped around me, flipping me into the air with a strangled yelp. Warwick tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me to the room. With a bang, he slammed the door behind us and tossed me on the bed, the tiny towel unknotting as I smacked onto the mattress.
Warwick’s eyes didn’t move from my face, but I still felt his attention move hungrily over my slight curves, making me highly aware of each one. The sensation of fingers trailed up my thigh, hands grazing every surface of my wet skin.
Desire.
Hate.
“Stop it!” I grabbed the towel, wrapping it back over me, though it did nothing to barricade me from Warwick, from this twisted game.
He smirked.
“I don’t have to tell you anything. As you don’t seem to feel the need to do with me.” I got up on my knees on the bed, holding the towel painfully to my chest.
“Fucking hell.” He ran both hands through his hair, growling under his breath. “You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”
“Same to you,” I snapped.
“Fuck! Fine! I’ll tell you everything . . . what I’ve eaten and when I piss during the day. But tell me about these first.” He pointed to the papers lying next to me.
“How do you even know what they are?” My anger dropped, skepticism straightening out my shoulders.
“Kovacs.” He rubbed his forehead roughly.
“I stole them from Istvan.” I picked up the documents. “I snuck into his office. He had files on me . . . on this doctor . . .”
“Doctor Rapava.”
My lungs jilted. “How do you know that name?”
“I will tell you, but continue.” He folded his arms.
“When I was with Killian, he was testing the pills I stole the night I got caught and was put into Halálház. For every person he tested, something strange happened. They changed . . . then they died. Except me. My body fought it off.”
“Wait, he was testing you?” Rage gathered on his shoulders.
“I was his first subject, but he tried it on others, and they all got sick and died horrendous deaths.” I swallowed, sitting back on my heels. “But I got stronger. Healthier. The more he gave me, the more I became a fortress.”
Warwick started to pace, his mind clearly churning.
“When did you stop taking them?”
“I don’t know . . . a week or maybe a few days before you got me out? Why?”
“Because . . .” He peered up at the ceiling. “I tried to reach for you, but I felt nothing. I thought whatever had been there was gone.” He wouldn’t look at me. “It wasn’t until the night on the veranda at the palace I felt you again.”
“You were there. I mean, not just in my head. You were nearby, weren’t you?”
He strode to the dresser, yanked open a drawer, pulled out a bottle of brandless liquor, and took a huge gulp.
He shook his head with a grunt. He didn’t answer, but I didn’t need him to.
I could feel the truth. He had been there many nights before.
Stalking. Watching. Waiting for signs of life. Of me.
“He had a tree fairy try to work her magic on me. I was able to fight it.”
“You were able to ignore a siren’s advances as well.” He gestured out the door to where Nerissa was.
“At least one of us did,” I muttered. His eyes darted to me, then lowered.
“Do you think this formula is what makes up the pills you found?” Warwick nodded at the papers.
“Possibly. The similarities I saw with the people at Killian’s and what this Dr. Rapava is going for can’t be coincidental.
” I shook my head as the memories attacked me.
“It was awful. The test subjects became like machines; they felt no pain. They grew stronger, tougher, and had no other thought than doing someone’s bidding.
But when they died, their brains pretty much melted.
” Images of the way the girl died caused me to shiver.
I had no doubt the first lady I met was probably one of those mindless creatures by now.
“Istvan . . . I think he’s trying to make a super-human army.
And now Killian has it. He could do the same.
I know the pills Killian found have fae essence in them. ”
“Nyasgem!” Warwick slammed his fists into the dresser, taking a few deep breaths. “Get dressed.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“You wanted me to tell you what I’ve been doing?” He grabbed his jeans off the floor. “I’m going to show you instead.”