Page 62 of The Blood Moon Oath

I step forward, my jaw tight, trying to hold onto the last sliver of control I have. “You think this is funny? You think you can just tease me and walk away unscathed? You’reourprisoner, Sable. You hate warlocks. You’ve sworn an oath to kill us all. And yet here you are, trying to seduce me. What the hell is this about?”

Her eyes widen for a split second, like I’ve caught her off guard. Then the smirk returns, the defiance coming off her in waves. “Who told you that?” she asks, her voice light, almost curious. “Who told you I’m avirgin?”

I don’t hesitate. “Torin,” I answer coldly.

A bitter laugh escapes her lips. “Of course, it was Torin. Should’ve known he wouldn’t keep a secret.”

She shakes her head, the faintest trace of frustration on her features. “I should’ve known.” Then, with a casual shrug, she adds, “I guess it’s not much of a secret anymore.”

The whole damn situation is messing with my mind. I know she’s a virgin. I know she’s supposed to be a prisoner, someone who loathes everything we stand for. But right now, all I can see isher. Her defiance. Her challenge. The way her body moves with such grace, despite everything.

I clench my jaw, trying to keep my focus. I know what I want. I know exactly what she’s doing to me. But I’m not the type of man who takes by force. I’ve never been that way.

I step closer, my voice low and controlled. “I want you, Sable. You know that much. But I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want. You need to make up your mind.What do you want?”

She doesn’t answer right away, but I can feel the shift in the air. The tension is thick between us, building by the second. I can tell she’s weighing her options, trying to figure out how far she’s willing to push me.

I’m ready to break, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing it. Not yet.

I stare down at her, watching her every move. My body aches to claim her, to break this distance between us, but I know it needs to be her choice.

“What do you want, Sable?” I ask again, my voice quieter, almost a whisper now, like I’m trying to give her the space to make the decision herself.

She meets my gaze, a flicker of something dangerous behind her eyes. “I want you to make ithardfor me to resist you,” she says, her voice low and smooth, dripping with intent.

And that’s when she stands up, her eyes never leaving mine, and she slowly, deliberately, moves her hands against her body. Her body, bare before me, is like a challenge, a provocation I can’t ignore. I can see every inch of her now—her curves, the smoothness of her skin, the way she moves with such confidence, almost as if she’s daring me to break.

I’m losing control. I can feel it in the way my pulse quickens, in the way my body responds to her without my consent. I step forward, but I’m not sure if it’s her desire or my own that’s driving me now.

I want her. I need her.

But she’s playing with fire.

I stand there, watching her, waiting. My body is burning with need, but I can’t move until I hear her say it. I need her tosay it. I need to hear the words, her choice, before I can do anything.

I step closer, my voice dropping low, controlled, though it feels like it’s straining against the weight of everything between us. “Tell me, Sable,” I say, the words thick with the frustration I’m trying to keep contained. “Tell me this is what you want. That you want me to take this from you.”

She hesitates. Just a moment. But it’s enough to make me feel like I’m losing ground. Enough to make my chest tighten, my control fraying at the edges. I stare at her, the silence between us thick with tension, and I feel the pull of desire clawing at me, demanding that I make the choice for both of us.

But I’m not that man.

I start to step back, the need to walk away rising within me. I don’t want to push her, don’t want to force her into something she’s not ready for. But I can’t stay here forever, either.

I turn, my hand gripping the doorknob as I prepare to leave her to whatever game she’s playing.

And then?—

“Wait.”

Her voice stops me, sharp and clear. My pulse jumps, my heart thundering in my chest as I turn back to her. There’s a shift in her eyes, something different, something vulnerable, and I know, without a doubt, that she’s about to make her choice.

She looks at me, a fire in her gaze that mirrors my own hunger. “Make it so I don’t regret this,” she says, her voice steady, but there’s a tremor in it—one I can feel all the way down to my bones. “I want this. But I need you to make it something I’llremember.”

I close my eyes for a moment, fighting to keep my composure. My desire for her, the pull of her through the binding, it’s overwhelming, but this is the point of no return.

I step forward, my voice a low growl. “You will remember this, Sable. I’ll make sure of it. But youwon’tregret it. Not with me.”

I move to her then, my body crashing against hers, the heat between us intense, suffocating. I kiss her, hard and hungry, as though I’m trying to consume her, but it’s not enough. She’s a challenge—one I’ve been trying to resist for far too long.

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