Page 49 of A Spark Of Revenge

“Fuck! Fuuuck, Meyer!” I shout, slamming myself deep into her throbbing core and coming so damn hard my vision darkens. I can feel my cock jerk inside her, and my body trembles with my release, my hands grip Meyer's hips so hard, I’m worried I may have left marks on her pale skin. After a moment, I take a breath, then gently lower Meyer's leg from my shoulder, and fall to my side, scooping her into my arms and pressing her sweat-slicked body to mine as we pant in unison.

‘Holy shit,” she whispers, her hand moving to her chest as I press my nose into her neck, breathing her in as I slowly come down from the amazing, mind-blowing sex we just had on the damn floor. Shit. I should have taken her to my bed. Meyer deserves better than an angry fuck on the floor.

“Uh-huh,” I agree, unable to form actual words just yet.

“Creed?” she whispers, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of my name on her pretty lips.

“Yes, Lemon Drop?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her neck in a gentle kiss.

“Would you have really killed someone for walking in on us?” she asks, and I frown. She doesn't sound mad… more curious than anything.

“Depends,” I answer honestly, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist when she shifts a little, getting more comfortable.

“Depends on what?”

“Who it was coming through the door and if they looked at you or not. Demons don't share well unless they are in a Legion, Meyer. That's why we have a Legion bond. It's in our nature to covet and protect what's ours. If it had been one of my brothers”— I shrug, and Meyer looks over her shoulder at me with wide eyes—“I wouldn't have cared and would have left it up to you whether they stayed or left. But if it had been someone else, then probably.” Meyer's eyes widen, and her lips pull into a frown.

“That's not okay. You know that, right? What if it were some innocent person walking in here to workout?” she asks in a clipped tone.

“As long as they left without gawking at your amazing tits and ass, they would have kept their life,” I reply. Meyer scowls, and I laugh, nipping at her neck and earning a breathy whimper that shoots straight to my already hardening cock.

“What if a girl came in here, but instead of leaving immediately, she watched me. Her eyes skimming my naked body as I…” An angry growl from the girl in my arms cuts off my taunting, and I laugh in delight. “Yeah, that's what I thought. How’s that Demon possessiveness going for you right now, Lemon Drop? Don’t get mad at me when you would do the same thing.”

“I wouldn't kill her,” Meyer jumps to defend herself, then huffs in frustration. “Just maybe stab her in the leg or something,” she mutters under her breath, and I can’t stop the laughter this time as it shakes my body.

“Uh-huh,” I agree, pressing another few kisses to her neck. Meyer tenses, then tries to sit up, and I frown, holding her close and shaking my head. “Please… just one more minute. I just want to hold you like this for a moment longer,” I plead, closing my eyes as I curl myself around her back. “Then I’ll walk you back up to my room, and you can go back to hating me.” The words physically hurt me to voice out loud, and I exhale sharply as I cling to Meyer like she might disappear if I let go.

“I-I don't hate you, Creed. But I don't trust you, and I’m not sure it was smart of us to do this…” She gestures to the floor where we just fucked each other's brains out, and I scowl, hating that she already regrets having sex with me but also understanding why.

“I wasn't lying when I said I’m going to earn your trust back, Lemon Drop. I’m sorry for what happened, for lying to you. But I need you to know I would have never let Nox use you to open that church if it meant costing you your life. I would have died before I let that happen,” I whisper into her ear. Meyer nods but stays silent, and I hold her for as long as she lets me while planning how I can make this better. Because, at this point in my life, even with everything that's going on… Meyer is all I care about, and there is no point in fighting if I can't have her in the end.

TWENTY-FOUR

Meyer

The bitter cold on my face is the first thing I notice when I open my eyes to look around a frozen landscape I’ve never seen before. From what I can tell, it's morning, and I wince, squinting my eyes as I look around, trying to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is Creed kissing me goodnight at his door, telling me his room is mine until I can trust him again, and that Valen was planning on coming by before he went to bed, so I laid down to wait for him, then nothing.

The sound of a bird chirping in a nearby tree catches my attention, and I look at the small grey and white bird perched on a pine tree branch. “What the hell?” I whisper, stepping forward and then frowning when snow starts to enter my shoes. Did I have a hole in my boots?

I glance down at my shoes, then do a double take at the formal blue dress I have on that goes all the way to the ground, covering my feet.

“Did I fall asleep?” I muse to myself as I walk a few steps forward. Is that what this is? I look around me, trying to figure out where I am, and then my eyes widen as I look up… and up… and up! The mountain above is imposing and beautiful, its snow-covered peaks so high that the clouds completely cover them. “I’m not on the mountain,” I whisper in awe, then look around again, noticing for the first time that the snow drifts are much smaller, and the air temperature is far too warm to be near the castle.

“I’m dreaming,” I realize. Now that I know it's a dream, I can feel something familiar... yet different about it. The danger isn't here, but something still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Valen?” I call out, wondering if I somehow dream walked into his dreams this time. He said it might be possible, but it hasn't happened yet.

Deep male voices catch my attention, and I hesitantly step forward, straining my ears as I try to hear what they’re saying, just as two men step from around a tree, their heads ducked in conversation as they stride in my direction.

“Oh shit,” I grumble, darting a look to one side, then another, realizing I’m standing in the center of a clearing with no place to hide. “Of course,” I grumble, facing the men, giving them an awkward smile, and waving at them.

“Oh, uh. Hi. Do you know—” I say as they walk up to me, but then stop when they don’t look up from their conversation. “Ummm,” I whisper, stepping forward to meet them, then gasp as they walk through me like fucking ghosts! “What the hell?!” I shout, patting my stomach and then shoulders, making sure everything’s still intact before I twist on my heel and watch the men retreat, walking through a few trees and disappearing.

“Okay... ghosts are new for me, but let's just roll with it,” I mutter to myself as I hitch up the skirt of my dress and chase after them, wanting to figure out where the hell I am and if Valen is nearby. I need to find him so he can explain what's going on. Running to keep up, I dart between the trees the two men walked through and catch up just as they approach what looks like a giant log cabin.

“Nice! I bet it’s warm in there. My vote is for going inside,” I tell the men who can’t hear me while I look around. There is a wide path that heads down from the cabin and a narrower one that climbs up the foothills beyond before vanishing in the thick wooded area of the mountains. Is this the gatehouse Nox mentioned was at the base of the mountain?

I look back to the two men who finally stop walking, one leaning against the corner of the cabin while the other nods, looking at the lower path a few times like he’s waiting for something. They are dressed in familiar black clothes, one with a blue stripe down the sleeves of his fighting leathers, the other with red. At both of their hips, there is a shining kalis blade, the standard knife carried by every Hunter.

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