Chapter 14 #3
“I’ve got it!” She pulls out my one black velvet gown and glamours it into a chiffon dress that clasps around the back of the neck, draping the fabric in a deep V before rejoining to form the bottom, with large gaps that extend up the thighs on either side.
My jaw drops. “The fuck am I wearing that thing! I’d be practically naked. On second thought, maybe I’ll just stay in tonight.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun!” With another twist of her finger, the dress magically changes back.
She grabs my battle leathers next, and she twirls her fingers.
A black leather romper now appears before me.
Tight leather pants attached to a strapless leather bustier with gold embellished down the center, fanning out towards my hips.
Clearly, she’s trying to mimic my markings, but the patterns are more ornate than the simple thick bands on my skin.
But it will cover most of me, and from the look she’s giving me, I’m not getting out of wearing this or going out tonight.
“Put this on, and I’ll be right back after I change,” she chirps, skipping out the door.
I take the private moment to unwrap the banding on my chest because there’s no hiding it in the deep V of that bustier.
I dress in the clinging leather romper and tighten the strings of the strapless corset, gasping for my last deep breath.
This tightens much firmer than my basilisk armor, accentuating the curve of my waist before it meets the bow of my muscular thighs.
I do my makeup in the mirror, adorning kohl along my bottom lash, contrasting against my golden squares.
My hair takes on an almost lavender hue from the Mysticwood veining along the walls, glowing with a powerful, soothing light.
I debate putting on my basilisk armor. But I have a sneaking suspicion that after Winx’s burst of anger about hiding my markings, I’d regret it.
I guess since everyone will be dressed nicely and the outfit continues the pattern of my markings, I can probably get away with brushing them off as an edgy makeup choice, like Winx said.
Hopefully, everyone will be too drunk to look at them closely.
I send up a blessing to the Celestials that no one I’ve pissed off decides to kill me tonight.
Before I know it, Winx bursts through my door without knocking. Note to self: enchant the door so everyone can’t just come waltzing in as they please.
She looks stunning in a dress similar to the one she had originally glamoured for me. Showing off the fine curves of her lean, muscular body, which reminds me of a dagger: small but deadly. Her golden eyeshadow accentuates her violet eyes, stealing my breath.
“Keep looking at me like that, and you may get your wish of staying in your room.” A sly smile paints her lips as her irises begin to flicker like violet embers amongst the gold.
The heated flare only makes me crave her all the more.
I crave to sling her petite body, pinning her down on my bed.
I want to mark her throat—not in possession, but in reminder that her fire is untamed and wild.
My fingers gripping her thighs, with my mouth taking everything it wants.
While I keep her on the edge of bliss until she loses her fucking sanity, and I drown in the crashing waves of her pleasure.
I grab her waist, spinning her in front of me; her bare shoulders graze across my lower chest. On the side of her head, where the hair lengthens, I breathe a lustful growl into her neck as her body arches into mine with a moan. I have half a mind to bend her over and take her right now.
As quick as a spark, she snatches the dagger off my desk, spinning around, grabbing my jaw in one hand with the tip of the blade at my throat.
Well, this is unexpected.
“Behave,” she hisses before smiling sweetly. “I promise you can devour me after we have graced the celebration with our presence.”
I make quick work of grabbing my hands around her ass, pulling her off the ground closer to me. Thankful my paralysis dagger is sheathed at my ribs under a glamour of my own and out of her sneaky little fingers.
A nip of sweet pain pierces my neck as I drag her closer into me. She isn’t playing with that dagger. She meant what she said. Her eyes flicker wildly, locked fiercely on mine.
“Why wait when I already have you all to myself right now?” I respond to her daring threat in a low, guttural rumble as magenta fire blazes in her irises.
“Patience is a virtue,” she purrs, pressing the dagger in, ever so slightly. A warm drop of crimson drips down my neck.
I release my grip, letting her feet plop down to the floor.
She slings the dagger back on the desk before spinning back to me, standing on her tiptoes to lick the blood off my neck.
The hum of her Sangre magic echoes along my flesh, healing the wound with a kiss.
She looks up with her own hunger, her lips stained in my crimson blood.
Fucking Emberhell, she’s sexy. Darkness curls deep inside me, ready to be released to play with the wildfire before me. It takes far more strength than I care to admit to resist the crazy eroticism of her. I grasp for her, and she twirls wildly away.
“Now, sit. Let me do your hair. Or I’ll break my promise of letting you have me for dessert.
” She snickers with a devilish smile that only stokes the flames of my lust. Her eyes narrow as she nods her head to the chair.
Letting me know that, right now, she’s the one in charge, and I need to obey if I want to enjoy her.
She knows how to get exactly what she wants, I’ll give her that.
I sit with a disgruntled huff. She works meticulously, delicately pinning my hair up on the sides, leaving several loose strands. She curls them with the heat of her finger. My hair is feminine but powerful. Her talents continue to surprise me.
I stand up, ready to leave, following her out the door, when I notice something warm around my neck. Celestials be dimmed. Pip.
Winx senses my hesitation, whipping around, her eyes almost constricting on my neck as she visualizes the scarf. “You are not hiding your markings with me. Take that scarf off, please and thank you very much.” She scowls.
“Sorry, I slipped it on out of habit. It is fall, after all.” I turn away from Winx, taking Pip off my neck, mumbling quietly, “You can’t come with me.
I’ll be back later.” I place him on the bed.
In a blink of an eye, I have a matching leather bracer on my left arm, adorned with four fire-opal jewels down the center.
My lips tip into a smile. Clever little dragon.
Winx grabs my hand as she trots into the hallway so quickly, I’m forced to use magic to close my door behind us.
I try to tug my hand away, but her grip only tightens.
I don’t have the energy to make a big deal out of it and decide to go along with it.
At least I’m too numb to fully feel that gnawing sensation at my ribs this time.