Page 46 of Satanic Shadow
Poppy looks worried as her eyes collide with mine in the mirror. “It means revenge.” She bites her lip, peeking at her sister. “But I don’t understand the two smaller symbols inside the circle. I’m not sure. To be honest, it looks like the marking of a ritual or a prophecy. It’s far too small and compact to really know.”
I stay silent, although I’m trying not to panic because why the hell do I have a tattoo?
Mel pulls out her phone and snaps a picture. I’m momentarily surprised that she knows how to do that, then remember she and Orsen send disturbing images regularly.
When my friends eventually leave, I sit on the side of my bathtub, towel tight around my naked body. I can feel it, now that I know it’s there. It doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it or that I’m not overthinking. The only explanation is that it has something to do with Dane.
Me: Can you come over? I need to ask you something.
I hit send, hoping he has some answers.
Before I can even stand up straight, the oxygen is ripped from my lungs as Dane appears in front of me. The closeness of him materializing in front of me nearly knocks me off my feet.
He doesn’t speak or ask me anything; he doesn’t even give me a chance to jump in fright. I’m lifted from the ground by the waist, back smacking into the bathroom door as his lips crush into mine.
Without hesitation, a whimper slips from my mouth and into his, and I part my lips to feel the softness of his tongue on mine.
My towel is dangerously close to opening completely and dropping to the ground, but Dane doesn’t pay any attention to it as he kisses me for a full minute. The sixty seconds come and go, yet we keep kissing.
His hands are firmly on the backs of my thighs as he wraps my legs around his waist.
With my pussy bare and Dane’s pants rubbing against me, I fight not to roll my hips on him. He’s hard and big enough that no matter what I do, I’m pressing against the length of him. This might just be his way of eliminating another part of the task, but me complicating it by dry-humping him is not going to work.
Then again, he did do the same to me while we were lying in bed, so it’s fair, right?
I grasp at the material at my breasts, the other hand gripping his shoulder as I kiss him back. His tongue runs against mine, both of us groaning deeply and in unison as the candles flicker and the energy alters to something dark and satanic.
Fucking perfect.
His voice is in my head as he swallows a moan from me, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my throat and nipping at my collarbone.
Letting go of my thigh, Dane snatches my jaw, pushing my face to the side.
Then he presses a word in a different language against my ear. Deep, low, and husky. It sends bursts of flames and pleasure all over—which only amplify as he sucks on my neck and captures my lips again. Absently, I rock my hips, grinding once and having to fist his hair from the rush of pure adrenaline injected into my veins.
The candles flicker again, and the shadows start to gather around the ceiling, slowly twisting, flashing, and growing more excited as I rock into him once more.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
She’s perfect.
I try not to blush from the words I can hear in his mind. To refrain from mentioning I heard him, I keep a grip on my towel and bury my fingers into the hair at the back of his head.
I gasp as he grinds into me.
This is not what I had planned when I sent him that message, but as his hands find my bare hips, holding me against the door, I forget about the ink and the possible meaning behind it.
Dane draws my bottom lip into his mouth, sucks it, and then does the same with the top. “What did you want to talk to me about, mortal?” he asks breathlessly before his tongue slips into my mouth again. Easing back, he keeps his face close to mine, waiting for a response.
I tighten my grip on his hair, one white lock hanging over his forehead. With dilated pupils surrounded by bright lights, Dane pants, holding me.
“I forgot.”
His gaze drops to the material I’m gripping solidly in my fist, and he swallows. “You forgot…” He releases one of my thighs, rubbing his hand down his mouth when he realizes I’m not dressed. “Fuck. You’re naked?”
“I’m in a towel, asshole. Do you have any idea what privacy is?”
