Page 34 of Seized to Sacrifice
Instead, he sat her down in the chair and, when she went willingly, every part of him rejoiced. She recognized him as a mate, or his female would never have let him get this far without a fight.
He knelt in front of her and gently opened her legs, gazing down at the glistening pink of her core the tiny pucker of her arse and groaning, his eyes rolling back as he smelled her. Unable to help himself, his rough, black tongue licked her from her base all the way to the very top of her slit.
She jolted, letting out a shocked sound and he grinned. He remembered what she liked. He put the flat of his tongue on the sensitive bead of her cunt, spreading her wide and feasting on her. Nothing had ever tasted so good and the movements she was making under him made it all the more perfect.
She was moaning and writhing, and he didn't even mind that he wouldn't get to fuck her yet. Now that he knew he could control Thorne and come out when he wanted – so long as he didn't let the others see him – he would have her before they locked him up again.
He drew it out for as long as possible, but in the end, her whimpers and cries, her fist at her mouth that she bit to muffle her sounds, was too much for even him to bear and he allowed his female to come.
Her body shook and her hips undulated as her pleasure erupted over her and he tasted the sweet nectar of her release. He gentled his tongue, lapping at her gently until the last of the shudders had abated. Only then did he look up and found her staring at him with a mixture of satisfaction and desolation.
He frowned. Why was his female unhappy?
‘Who are you?’ she asked again.
‘Do you feel as if a part of you that was gone for a long time has returned?’ he asked her.
She nodded slowly.
‘Then that's all that matters.’
He picked her up, looking down at the clothing he'd rid her of in distaste, and put her back in the bed without it.
She seemed tired and overwrought, closing her eyes immediately.
‘Will you be here when I wake up?’ she asked, and he came undone.
How had he lived so long without her by his side?
‘No,’ he said, ‘but I'll see you again.’
‘What’s your name?’ she yawned.
‘They call me the Beast.’
‘But that’s not your name. I know it’s not though I don’t know how.’
He gave her a small smile but said nothing. He didn’t know if he could trust her yet.
‘Who am I?’
He sighed. ‘My mate and my love,’ he answered as he picked up her clothing from the floor and placed it on the bed.
‘Don't tell them I was here,’ he said, sneaking back out into the hallway and hiding his scent.
He went to his domain as soon as he closed the door, laying in the bed with a smile on his face for the first time in so long that it made his cheeks ache. He closed his eyes and allowed the other half of him to resurface.
* * *
Thorne
Thorne openedhis eyes and frowned. He remembered coming up here and … he looked out of the casement. It was almost dark. The last he remembered he'd been looking down at Nyx from the corridor and it had been late afternoon at most.
He sat up quickly, his blood running cold in his veins and he almost retched on his bed.
Lost time.
It was starting again. Drawing a hand through his hair, he looked down at his fingernails. Normal now, but he wasn't fooled. The Beast was taking control of him again and Thorne couldn't let him.
