Page 124 of Court of Evil

“You cannot just kill us!” someone roars. “Look, it’s been allowed to kill our own!”

Without a word, I project the scene in the storage room, their malicious intent and words flowing through the air as they plot to kill her and the commander.

“Well, shit.” Shamus laughs as he looks at me. “I guess it pays being half machine. Alright, let’s add them to the wall.” Heclears his throat as he steps past me, but I keep my eyes on her. “Enough. Disband and take this as a warning. Anyone who plots to harm Tate or me will face our wrath. We are everywhere. Go now.”

“How did you know?” she asks me.

“I have been keeping an eye on everyone for you. I know you were worried about your vision, so I wanted to make sure it did not come to fruition.” She grips my chin and jerks my head up. I stare lovingly into her eyes. “If I have displeased you, you may take my head with theirs.”

“Displeased?” she repeats as she looks at me. “No, I’m not displeased, Addeus. I’m honoured you thought to protect me like that.” She kisses my head. “Thank you for keeping us safe.”

“Always,” I vow. “No matter what.”

Her thumb rubs over my lip and lifts to show me blood. “Did you feed on them?” Her eyebrow arches accusingly.

“No, I ripped out his throat. I did not even let a drop roll down my throat. It was nasty,” I sneer, and she grins.

“You’re healing. There’s a line on your neck. Did they injure you?” she asks, and I nod. “Then feed and heal, my protector.”

“You need your strength,” I protest, hating the weakness in me that wants her blood. There isn’t a moment when I don’t want it or her, not since I tasted her when she freed me. Maybe it is me she should fear, but I would rather die than harm a hair on her head.

My eyes widen as she grips one of her daggers and slices her neck. “I said feed,” she snaps.

The scent of her blood fills the air, and before I know it, the heads roll from my hands and I tackle her back to the mats. My mouth seals over the cut and I suck, worrying on it like an animal before I slide my fangs into her vein. The addictive taste of her blood explodes in my mouth, lighting me on fire from the inside out. I drag her under me, needing everything she is.

I roll my hips against her, seeking her warmth and body.

Shamus’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head up. “Not too much. She will need her strength,” he warns, and his logic winds through my head.

I slow my feeding, enjoying her blood as she groans beneath me, clutching me tightly. As I pull my fangs free, I sense her confusion, but I slide down and her clothes disappear. I feel the magic and know it was either Jarek or the fae, and I make a note to thank them later as I force her legs open and slam my fangs into her inner thigh, somewhere I’ve always wanted to feed from her.

She screams, but I pin her as her delicious, powerful blood slides through me, her glistening cunt inches away. I shove my fingers deep inside her as I feed, feeling her clench around them, and I grunt into her skin, sinking my fangs deeper before pulling them out and biting her other thigh while I fuck her with my fingers. I keep biting, covering both thighs with my marks. Her hips lift and her cunt clenches on my fingers as I carefully slide my fangs into her sensitive flesh on either side of her clit, and she yells.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she comes. Humming happily, I carefully extract my fangs and lick it better as I slide my fingers from her channel. I lick her cream from my digits as I sit back.

Lifting my head, I stare down at her dazed, happy expression before glancing at the others. Shamus nods and steps away, letting me know he was there in case anything happened, and I respect him for that. My eyes find the others and widen.

Ronan has the heads propped up so their unseeing eyes watch us as he throws popcorn into his mouth. The fae reaches over them from the other side, grabbing some kernels as he, too, observes us.

Tate sighs and sits up, touching the wound as her eyes rove over the room. She must spy it at the same time I do because she groans and buries her head in my chest as I chuckle.

“Damn pervs, all of you.”

CHAPTER 52

Days pass without incident, but we can all feel the tension in the air, and it keeps us all on edge, especially Tate. Something is coming. Even the commander, Shamus, does not allow us to go on any hunts. He keeps her close, feeling it as well.

Tate’s or Addeus’s actions have tipped the scales, and my magic tells me before this week is out, her vision will come true. It is not even the full moon yet, but we all know how the future can easily change. Everything she has tried to avoid will come to fruition, and the hunters she believed in will turn against her. She now wears her battle gear to the gym, no doubt sensing it as well. She’s withdrawn and barely sleeping or eating.

All that hard-won peace and rest was gone in an instant. Her friends became enemies, and everyone is a threat. I hate seeing it, and I hate even more that there is nothing I can do for her yet.

War is on the horizon, I feel it in my blood, and when it comes, we must be ready.

While she prepares, we do as well.

We put out the call to everyone we can. If we are to win this and keep her alive, then we will need all the help we can get. She will never ask for it, so we ask in her place.

As night falls and exhaustion settles heavily on my bones from the sacrifice I made today, I find her lingering in the dim living room. Her eyes are locked on the hill outside the window—the hill where she saw an army come towards her.

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