Page 101 of Tangled Fates

“I was wondering if we could talk,” Cora purred, touching my chest.

Her touch lit a fire in me that felt like only she could put out.

“What do you need?” A jolt of pleasure coursed through me, deepening my voice.

“I know you said you didn’t know about the whereabouts of Oria, but I think you do, and I need some.” She pressed her chest against mine.

The mention of Oria cleared the fog of lust a little. She was using her power against me. I wanted to lash out, but I played the game to get what I needed from her.

“I don’t know much,” I groaned, when she kissed my neck.

My body revolted at her touch, but I kept going.

“All I heard was it was being manufactured in a forest.” I dug my fingers into her hips pulling her more against me.

“A forest? By whom?” She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me down.

I had to will myself not to jerk back, trying to stay natural.

“I don’t know, I need you,” I growled, nipping at her jaw.

“What forest are we talking about?” She threw her power at me, and it was potent enough to banish all my coherent thoughts.

“Come inside,” I said, pulling her into the room, needing release.

A hand touched the middle of my back wrenching me from her magic. My mind took a moment to figure out what was going on. Oria’s hand on my back was keeping me grounded.

“I need to know the forest,” she moaned.

“After I taste you,” I snarled, pissed off she was using me, and I had had enough.

I yanked her into the room, hoping Oria made herself scarce. Slamming the door shut, I pushed her up against it, hoping I still looked interested and not pissed off.

“You can taste me after you?—”

Pounding on the door silenced her.

“Open up. I have breakfast,” Soren yelled.

I grabbed her by the neck, squeezing enough that she panicked a bit before I opened the door to Soren.

The twins walked in, not looking surprised.

“Ah the little succubus has come to fuck with Ryder,” Gray cooed.

“Let me go,” she snarled, scratching my arm.

“You think I’d let you go after that stunt you just pulled,” I said, pushing her against the wall just high enough that her toes barely touched the ground.

“I need Oria, we all do. The market is drying up,” she gasped. “A lot of people are getting desperate.”

“So, you thought you could force Ryder's hand?” Soren walked around us, inconspicuously looking for Oria.

“I’m desperate,” she whispered.

“So desperate you have a death wish,” I snarled.

Her eyes were fluttering close when I eased up on her air supply. She gasped, taking a deep breath.

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