Page 84 of Court of Evil

Anger fills me once more, and Zeev only encourages it. I slice out, tearing up his skin with the blade. I keep slicing, my vision completely red. All of my anger and hatred slip free until I just carve him up.

He laughs, even as blood splatters us all, and it’s only when my arm grows tired and heavy that I stop and look at the mess below me. One of his eyes is almost gone, and his chest is a mess of slashes, more ruined meat than person. For a moment, horror fills me, as does panic, but as I watch, the cuts start to heal, and then his face is perfect once more.

“I’m still waiting. Impress me,” he taunts, licking his lips.

My chest heaves, my anger still riding me, and his taunts don’t help that. I know he’s pushing me over the edge of sanity for a reason, but I give over to it. I stab the blade into his chest again, even as he reaches down and presses his cock to my entrance. He holds my gaze, and when I pull the blade free, he slides into me with the same rhythm.

I stretch around his ice-cold cock. I try to lift off him, but he drives me back down and holds me there as pleasure rolls through me, mixing with my fury and helplessness. I slam the blade into him again, and he pulls out. When I free the blade, he slams back into me, and I get it, so I drive it into him faster, and he keeps up as blood covers us both.

His icy length hits spots inside me that change the pain to pure ecstasy, and I stab him just to get him to move faster. Each feral thrust drives me higher so nothing else matters.

I’m free of all this . . . human entanglement.

I slice through his throat and freeze, panicking for a moment. He laughs around it, the sound horrid, then plucks it free, and my eyes widen.

Flipping us, he slams the dagger into the roof next to my head, and then he pushes my head to the left and bites my neckuntil I feel blood. I swallow my screams of agony, even as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. The stars sparkle above me as my nails slice his back, cutting it to ribbons before digging into his flexing ass. He releases my neck, my blood dripping down his chin to my skin below. His blond hair is unbound and flowing in the wind, and his eyes are bright.

He’s so beautiful, it hurts as he drives into me, his ice-cold length spearing me over and over.

“Zeev!” His name slips free, and it only seems to urge him on. His cock warms inside me, no longer painful but still rock-hard and huge, and I love it.

I lift my body, using his as he uses mine, and when his lips meet mine, I taste our blood. Our hearts hammer in sync, our bodies slick with blood and desire, and then it all becomes too much.

I rip my head away as ecstasy ripples through me, stealing the sight of him, which I hate. My muscles lock up, my legs jerking as I come so hard he groans.

When my vision clears, I find the stars shining brightly.

“Don’t look at the stars, mortal, for I am much more beautiful and powerful,” he warns as he rises above me, lifting my hips into the air and driving into me from a new angle. He fucks me through the aftershocks and right into another orgasm, and he still doesn’t stop. His cock is so warm now, it’s like a hot poker.

“Zeev, please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but it doesn’t matter. The prince turns wild as he takes my body brutally, and when he leans down and kisses me once more, I tip over the edge again, coming around his length.

He grunts into my mouth, his cock jerking inside me, and scalding hot cum splashes deep within my channel, making me whine. He swallows that noise, our messy kiss turning slow and languid as he falls into the cradle of my thighs. We break apart, both of us panting, and for once the fae looks affected.

His heaving chest is covered in blood, and even his hair is stained at the tips, but it’s the look in his eyes—possessive.

“My mortal,” he growls as his hand slides around my throat, and he jerks me up to kiss me again. “No matter what, you are my mortal, and I am your Zeev. Only yours. No matter what this world hands you, I will be at your side to lessen the burden and fight with you. Never doubt that.”

His words unlock something inside me, and despite the strange bond between us, I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. He sighs, and I expect him to push me away, but he awkwardly pats my back before stroking it.

CHAPTER 35

The door opens a little while later. We waited, trusting her to come back in one piece. She slips in behind the fae, both of them sharing a knowing look as she treads deeper into the room. It’s quiet as she looks around, and it’s clear she’s uncomfortable.

She’s a strong warrior, but everyone has a weakness.

I understand the need for revenge, and when that is stolen, it changes your world. I do not blame her for her reaction, I’m even thankful for it. All this time, she has been cool, calm, and in control, so it was nice seeing her let go.

It proved we are not so different after all.

“Your small machine was ringing. We did not wish to interrupt though.” I hold out the device, and she smiles.

“My phone, thank you.”

I run my eyes down hers and the fae’s torn, bloodied clothes. “I seem to have missed a good time.”

She grins even as she blushes, but her device rings again. She answers it, heading over to the bed before hesitating. Tem runs off and comes back, placing a towel down, and she sits carefully on it, trying not to drip blood anywhere. I sniff at it beforeclimbing on behind her, dragging my nose over her as I try to figure out if it’s hers or his. Is she hurt?

She gives me a confused look but focuses on the phone, her conversation audible for us thanks to our enhanced senses.

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