Chapter 42 Caught in a dream
Caught in a dream
KADE
Zara staggers a little and it’s cute. Her hair is matted, and her skin is covered in cuts and bruises. Her emerald eyes contrast with the crimson of the blood staining her alabaster coloring. That bottom lip of hers keeps trembling and I want to devour it.
Fuck, she’s never been more stunning.
I glance down at my fingers, staring at the darkness smeared across them, the remnants of the life I took.
A life I was forced to take. One I have no regrets about ending, and I’d do it again in a goddamn heartbeat.
My brother always was a bastard and Galen’s death solves some problems but causes many more.
The aftershocks of what’s happened in this chamber will reverberate throughout the world.
Every warlock will sense the balance change, and once the news of Galen’s death gets out, we’ll have a fucking power struggle on our hands.
Gods only knows what will pass, but we’ll have to fight to protect what’s ours.
And that’s before every other fucker finds out that Zara’s an enchantress.
Her hand reaches up, as though she’s trying to steady herself, but it’s more than that.
She’s reaching for me, offering a touch I don’t deserve.
Not after all the evil I’ve committed. Not with all the evil I’ve yet to reap in our name.
I clench my fists, trying to hold back my rage, the heat of my kill still burning through my veins.
There’s a visceral satisfaction coursing through me. A primal joy in knowing I’ve kept her safe and that she belongs to me. Her fingers brush against my wrist and I jerk my bloodied hand back, instinctively pulling my filth away from her softness.
She doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s always been a fucking puzzle, and in this moment, she’s more perplexing than ever.
I’m a monster, a butcher, and still, she’s here, looking at me like I’m something worth saving. Like I’m a hero. Like I’m her goddamn hero. It makes my insides twist, and not in the way I want it to.
I’ve given up my soul long ago, and she’s the one damn thing left in this world that makes me think maybe I don’t need to burn everything to the ground. And yet, I’d destroy everything for her without question and without hesitation.
Her lips part, and for a moment, I think she’s going to say something—something that’ll break the silence between us. But instead, she just stands there, trembling, the weight of what just happened settling over both of us.
“I’m not apologizing,” I finally mutter, my voice rough. “I’d kill the fucker again if I had the fucking chance. Even if the cunt was my brother. I won’t lie about it, Zara. Get used to it.”
I stop myself, frustrated, trying to wrap my mind around what the hell is happening. What’s happening to me when I look at her, when I feel her presence, when I feel this fucking need surging through my blood.
“Are you trying to push me away?” she asks, her eyelids fluttering far too fast for her own fucking good.
“You should know better, Kade. I know exactly who you are. I know everything you’re capable of and the secrets you think you’re keeping from me don’t scare me.
We’re the same, Kade. We’re as vicious as each other.
So stop being a pussy about it and give me some fucking credit. ”
She takes a step closer and I swear I want to throttle the defiance out of her. I stare at her and the fucking audacity of her as she edges nearer, speaking the truth so bluntly. Daring me to fucking do something about it.
The tension between us shifts and it’s fucking electric.
I need to touch her. I need to claim her. To remind her that there’s no escaping what we are. No escaping me. Fuck, I need to remind myself how delicious her cunt tastes and what it feels like wrapped around my dick.
Before I can take another step, Darius’s voice cuts through the air like a blade, and I can’t help but groan in frustration.
“I’m not sticking around for this,” he says from the doorway, his tone cold and disinterested. “I’ll catch up with the two of you later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I turn my head sharply, watching him standing there, arms crossed and unbothered by the tension in the chamber.
He’s still alive. It doesn’t surprise me, not after all the fucked up shit we’ve done over the centuries.
He’s as depraved as I am, maybe even more, but where I wear it on my skin, he hides it behind that grin.
The same grin that always made me wonder if he was just a bit more evil than me.
“That doesn’t rule out much, brother,” I sigh.
He nods with a sharp smirk. “Yet watching the pair of you fuck yourselves stupid next to Galen’s corpse isn’t on my list of kinks. I’ve endured more than enough horror for one night. Make him work for it, Zara. He owes you a fucking good time.”
The air crackles as Darius’s smirk widens and he steps into the shadows, finally leaving us the fuck alone.
I clench my jaw, but Zara doesn’t flinch.
Her gaze flickers between me and Darius, a storm brewing in those fucking emerald eyes of hers.
I can’t decide if she’s pissed or if the twisted idea of this makes her feel something else.
Either way, Darius’s departure leaves a mark, like he’s taken a piece of the chaos with him.
Yet chaos pulls me back to her, drawing us both toward the center of the storm where no one else can touch us.
“I’m tired,” she whispers.
“I know.” I cock an eyebrow and my dick throbs.
The blood weave surges again, thick and alive, pulsing with that mind of its own that will do whatever it deems necessary to bring us together. Its power is impossible to ignore, and neither of us can escape it. The pull is intoxicating, overwhelming. Irresistible.
It winds its way around us, in our veins, through our skin, a reminder of everything we’ve done and everything we’re about to do.
Zara’s breath hitches as the weight of it hits her, and I feel the dark desire clawing at the edges of her control. I step closer, the heat between us sparking like fire, igniting the thread of magic that binds us.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I murmur, my voice low and rough with need. “Just lie back and take it like a good girl.”
Her lips part, a tremor running through her, and I know she wants this too. The blood weave is binding us together, changing us into something darker, something we’ll never outrun. She almost pouts and I want to bite her until she screams and lets me force my tongue into her mouth.
Zara backs up and I close the distance, stalking toward her with only one intention.
My cock turns rock hard and Zara’s eyes flash with excitement as they flick between my erection, my eyes, and the scene of devastation.
She’s spinning as her eyes dart around, looking increasingly startled and more like a fucking deer caught in the headlights with every goddamn second.
I’ve never wanted to fuck the shit out of her more.
My dick jerks and I bite back my arousal, already on the brink of a climax.
There’s not a fucking chance I’m coming in my goddamn trousers, especially not when the witch who commands my attention hasn’t even touched me.
And certainly not before she has screamed my name and lost her mind in the pleasure I’ve given her.
“The blood…”
Zara shudders as her back hits the table behind her. Her fingers whiten as they grip the stone top and her eyes widen as she stares at me, half-pleading with me for mercy while begging me to fuck her into oblivion.
“Kitten,” I growl. “Get on the fucking table and let me worship you like the Goddess that you are.”
Her cheeks flush and her chest heaves, and the girl I’m forever bound to has my undivided attention. She almost looks innocent with her pretty pink tinge, the slight color on her lips, and the wide-eyed stare she sends me as the emerald in her irises dazzle.
“I’m waiting, Zara.” My fingers curl into fists as I try to contain myself. “I won’t wait much longer.”
“Your brother,” she whimpers, her voice trembling as she lifts herself onto the edge of the table, her ass perched precariously. “We shouldn’t…”
The tsk I issue cuts her off, sharp and final, and we both turn our heads to the mangled heart lying in its pool of congealing blood.
Its chambers are still now, silent and lifeless, and whatever soul it contained vanished when I tore it from Galen’s chest. That organ is nothing but a symbol now, a remnant of what was and will never be again.
Galen’s death wasn’t just an ending, it was a beginning.
One that binds us tighter than ever and it’s fitting that we fuck next to his battered corpse.
“We shouldn’t,” Zara repeats, but there’s no conviction in her voice.
“It’s too late for shoulds,” I say, stepping closer.
The blood weave pulses and I want its darkness to consume us.
“You want this as much as I do. Now be a fucking good whore and spread your legs so I can worship you like the fucking Goddess you are.”
She quivers. She fucking quivers. And then she nods, frantically, and Zara can’t get enough and is desperate for me to give her whatever I’m offering.
“Please,” she whispers.
I swear I almost come.
Her legs fall open and she lowers herself down, her back arching as she positions herself the way I like her.
Her tits look fucking glorious when they’re splayed beneath me and I step into the space between her legs, running my hand up her center.
She trembles and my cock judders with her, and in a moment my exhaustion vanishes and I rip the remnants of her clothes from her body.
Zara shrieks and I love it. I want more of her cries and her moans, her mews, and her fucking screams. I want her calling my name in exaltation until her throat turns hoarse and then I might quench the fire in it with my come.