Page 101 of The Harbinger

Chapter 24

Mia

Itwastheslysmile that spread across his face as the space around us dimmed. He lunged, his arms encompassing my waist as he lifted me and placed me on the altar. I took in the manifestation of whatever deity he had imprinted on his chest, blood dripping to the ground in an offering to whatever gods he worshiped.

Another ripple of thunder penetrated the sacred area when he gripped my cheeks and pulled my lips to his. His tongue moved against mine, solidifying my choice to force his hand. There were too many obstacles of thought bombarding my mind. If I were to give him control over me, everything that happened from here on out would be of my own making.

But if he took it…

“Do you trust me,” he asked, his lips moving over my jaw.

“Not in the slightest.” My voice broke as I whispered, but he’d get it without frills if he wanted honesty. My heart sputtered, and my pulse thrummed in my ears, drowning out the owl hooting in the distance.

The cold stone seeped through my clothes, lending chills to my backside.

“It could only be you,” he whispered, then grabbed my nape, pulling me against him. “I just needed to hear it.”

What had he needed to hear?

What was so special about me that this man went to such lengths just to ensure I wasn’t special, only to make me feel like a goddess in the most unusual sense?

His blood smeared across my white jacket as his hands roamed my body, warming me to my core with thoughts of last night. My blouse hit the ground, and his fingers brushed against my belly.

“What are we doing?” I asked, my tongue slurring like some sort of toxin seeped in from the tortured stone beneath me.

An animalistic growl was his response, his hand wrapping around my throat as he tipped me back and placed me on the stone.

There was something sacrilegious about lying on this altar, no matter what they worshiped. The thought washed away in a shock wave when my back touched the smooth, cool stone. He raised my hips and discarded my pants.

Sacha’s bare form hovered over me; his naked hips pressed between my shaking thighs. Coagulated blood dripped onto my breasts from his seeping wound.

His tattoo stared back at me. Its decrepit body tattooed onto Sacha’s firm abs churned my mind.

Sacha tucked his finger under my chin, forcing my gaze upwards. “Up here.”

I bent my knees, placing my heels on either side of his thighs, his knees straddling my hips. His eyes darkened as he drew the symbol on my chest once more.

“What is it?” My fingers drifted over his knees, waiting for him to make the next move. His weeping erection stood at attention between us. It’d even brushed my clit as he moved closer to finish the symbol.

“A binding sigil.” He pressed his finger into my bleeding hand and finished the dots on each side. “Doing it beforeThemwithTheirunholy blessing only solidifies the bond.”

A bond?

I scoffed. “What, like magic?”

Whatever his belief, I didn’t have to agree, but if it made him my protector and took away my uncertainty—gave me purpose—I’d do whatever he asked of me. Because what did I have to lose?

“Magic doesn’t exist. Think of it like wearing a cross in the Christian religion or a Kara bracelet for Sikh’s. Many religions wear something to symbolize their faith and dedication. This is no different.”

A smile slipped across my lips. Jenny had been right that day at the gas station when she’d said my life would change forever. Did she know how right she was? Where did she think I was now?

Probably dead and not lying beneath some man who worshiped gods like the ancient Greeks.

But dead was the last thing I felt when he wrapped his fingers around his thickness hanging heavy between us and then rubbed his bulbous head along my clit.

Warmth surged into my belly, swirling deep and sending branches of excited electricity down my legs.

Fire flickered around us, causing dancing shadows of imaginative demons, their arms waving in the air in celebration of the uniting about to take place.

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