Page 36 of A Spark Of Revenge

SEVENTEEN

Meyer

Igasp, surprised by his action when I shouldn't be. Creed takes advantage, deepening our kiss, letting his hand move from my chin to slide into my hair, pressing his lips harder to mine as our kiss intensifies. My body ignites, responding to Creed's familiar touch, my back arches as he groans. His other hand wraps around my waist and yanks me as close as he can, letting me feel the evidence of his arousal pressing hard into my belly.

My toes curl against the cold stone of the floor as Creed ravages my mouth, kissing me so hard that I know my lips will be bruised after this, but I don't care. My hands slide up his chest and weave into his silky brown locks, fisting them in my grip as I go up on my toes, pressing Creed back with every ounce of myself. I let my fear, anger, and pain bleed into that kiss, allowing him to take that pain from me for a moment.

“Meyer,” he groans, bucking his hips and grinding his length against me, causing heat to pool between my legs. Moaning, I pull back, sucking his full lower lip between my teeth, then bite. Creed hisses in pain as a sharp metallic taste fills our kiss. Creed doesn't stop, though. He only kisses me harder, his hand moving from my waist to hook my knee up around his waist and lifting me into his arms, keeping my back pressed against the wall for added support.

“This doesn't mean I forgive you,” I growl between heated kisses, yanking his hair even more, needing him to hurt the way I do. Creed only moans, his eyes fluttering shut as I slam my lips back to his, his length now grinding against my center, lighting up my body with so much lust I’m pretty sure my panties may burst into flames.

“I know,” Creed whispers, his kisses softening, moving from passion and lust to something sweeter. I instantly hate it. I need the anger to forget his words. So I push him by bucking my hips against his cock, dragging my denim clad pussy over his erect length that is straining in his pants as I kiss him harder, trying to get him to return to our heated embrace. “Lemon Drop,” he whispers, and I snarl in frustration.

“No! Just fucking kiss me,” I demand as he slowly pulls back, his sad eyes on my trembling and swollen lips.

“Baby,” he says softly, and I slam my eyes shut, blocking the guilt and concern I see in his eyes as his admission from earlier plays out in my mind.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I setting myself up for more pain?

“Let me down,” I rasp, wiggling in his arms. His hands tighten on me, and I growl in frustration. “Now! Let me down,” I scream at him, hitting his chest when he only holds me closer. “I hate you!” My words finally get a response, his answering growl like a deep vibration that starts in his chest and courses into my body like a wave. I inhale sharply as Creed spins us, then gasp when I feel myself fall to the bed, Creed's weight pinning me to the mattress as I glare up at him defiantly.

His face is a mix of anger and pain, and I have a sudden urge to reach up and brush a curl from his forehead. I hold my breath, trying to regain control of my body. Just because I’m attracted to this man, doesn't mean I should give him control over me like this. He hasn't earned it.

“Fine!” he hisses, his face inches from mine. “Hate me. Hit me… do whatever you want to me! But Meyer, you need to hear me out! It's not what you're thinking! I fucking care about you, you stubborn, headstrong woman! More than you could ever know!”

Tears burn in the backs of my eyes, and I blink several times, willing them to stay put. Refusing to let Creed win like this. “You used me. Pursued me to gain my trust and…” My voice cracks, and I slam my mouth shut as I shake my head.

“No,” he whispers, his body lifting enough to allow me to breathe properly but never leaving my space. “I already wanted to pursue you. I had felt drawn to you the night you saved me,” Creed states, and I glare at him.

“I didn’t save you, Creed! That Beastia was Razar!” I scream, my anger finally spilling over at his words as I shove at his chest. I need space right now, or I will lose my mind. Creed's eyes widen, and he jumps off me, helping me to my feet before stepping back. Finally giving me some breathing room.

“No! I mean, yes,” Creed stutters while shaking his head and putting his hands out in front of him, trying to calm me down. “Yes, that one was Razar. He ran ahead of Nox to get to me, but it wasn’t Razar who almost killed me. A legion of Beastia were in that town. I had tracked them from the Rift up here and finally caught up to them in McCall. You did save me, Meyer. I was bleeding out faster than I could heal. If you hadn't brought me inside, forced me to stay awake, I would have passed out and probably died before Nox got there to heal me,” he explains, his voice softening as he goes.

I inhale sharply, then nod, accepting his answer and letting him continue with his previous explanation. I cross my arms over my chest and hug myself, bracing for his response that will no doubt cause some form of pain.

“I already wanted to be with you. The day I saw you for the first time here at the Castle was the first time I didn't hate my life here. I just got back from an assignment at the Rift. Razar had to physically pull me out of the cafeteria because I wanted to talk to you. After that, Nox told me to keep away from you.” I nod, remembering that part. “But I fought back and got his approval,” Creed whispers, and I grimace. What the hell? Why would Creed need Nox’s approval? At first I thought it was an Umbra Hunter thing. Nox outranked Creed as the acting Regalis Senior, but why now? I know Nox is a Demon Prince, but from what I have gathered, so is Creed.

“But why? Why does everything have to go through Nox? Why is he the one who gets to make all the choices around here when he’s so obviously unqualified for it?” Creed laughs a little at that, his eyes lighting up as he slowly lets his hands fall to his sides.

“Lennox is extremely qualified, trust me. He’s just all wound up and making bad calls since a certain girl showed up here and flipped our lives upside down. Do you know Nox hasn't been questioned or challenged by anyone but the Seniorem since we got here over a year ago? Then you come bulldozing your way through the castle, talk back to him, give him all that sass, and question him at every turn,” Creed admits, and I frown.

“No wonder he’s so spoiled. No one should be left unchecked like that. It makes their ego much too large,” I grumble under my breath, and Creed laughs, looking down at his feet while he toes the carpet nervously.

“Yeah. You’ve been good for him,” he mutters, his smile cracking and then slowly fading away. My chest aches at the sight, and I have to clench my fists and plant my feet where I stand in order to not move to his side. I’m still mad and hurt, but I don't like seeing Creed hurting, either.

“Keep going. Pretty sure I only have a few minutes until I’m supposed to be at the Training Center,” I admit, and Creed nods before hesitantly looking back up at me.

“Nox told me to keep an eye on you after he figured out he could heal you. That’s something he can only do for Demons or really strong Umbra Hunters. He knew you weren’t a strong Regalis member simply from your coloring, so he told me to watch for any signs that you were a Demon.”

“But he healed me before we got together,” I point out, and Creed winces and nods.

“Yeah. I was already watching you then, but only because I was commanded to Meyer. I didn’t want to. Well, I mean, I did want you… just not the spying thing,” Creed stutters and then groans, rubbing the back of his neck when I only blink at his rambling. “Anyway, I noticed the Therion didn't go after you during the attack until it was provoked. That was my first clue. Then, when we slept together…” Creed trails off, and I narrow my eyes on him, anger burning in my belly. When Creed doesn't continue, I wave my hand at him, getting him to keep talking. “You were talking in your sleep, and I felt a small burst of Dream Walker magic.”

“So you knew then that I was a Dream Walker,” I state, and Creed nods.

“Yes. I knew. We needed a Dream Walker to open the church where the Seniorem was holding the humans. It was well warded. So well protected that not even Nox could get in, which is odd, since Demons never shared those wards with the Umbra Hunters. We thought there was something in there, but we thought it was the key to the warded room in the tower and a holding ground for humans. We never suspected them to be holding Valen in there.”

“So you took my blood,” I fill in the gaps with what limited knowledge I do have.

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