Page 29 of Marked By the Dark Lord
He pulled away, turning his back on me. I saw his shoulders rise and fall, and the muscles along his neck and shoulders were locked rigid.
“Who are you really?” I asked. “Everywhere I’ve gone in the past day, it seems you’re there. Are you following me? Why? Who are you to me?”
Korr’ok whirled on me, anger creasing his features.
“The magic you were using,” he said sharply. “On the field earlier. Where did you learn it?”
I stared at him incredulously, stunned by the shift in demeanor. “Learn it?” I asked, not bothering to contain the peals of laughter that followed. “Learn it? Mister, I don’t know the first thing about it. How many times do I have to tell you people this? I opened a book, started saying some words I don’t remember or know how I knew, and then poof! It all happened.”
“Book?” Korr’ok asked, his thick, bushy eyebrows knitting together with sudden intensity. “What book?”
“How would I know?”
“You will tell me,” he commanded. “One way or another.”
“I have nothingtotell you, don’t you get it?” I snarled, pulling away from his grip and stepping back into my cell. “I’ve already told everyone everything I know, which is basically nothing. I was homeless. A nobody, okay? When I was younger, some crazy lady who ran a bookstore for what I’m pretty sure was a single day gave it to me. I couldn’t even open the stupid thing until last night!”
Korr’ok didn’t look convinced. “If you were a homeless, tiny witch, why did you keep the book for so long? Why not sell it? It’s an odd possession to keep, don’t you think?”
I thought about that, not for the first time. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t have an answer to that other than it just felt ‘wrong’ to let it go.”
The giant sexy monster man snorted in disbelief and stood to his full height. “You are a terrible liar.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped fully into the cell and crossed my arms. “If you don’t like it, sue me.”
The evil grin that came over his face sent me slinking to the floor, making me forget all about our kiss. “I’ll see you in court very soon.”
Chapter Fourteen
Korr’ok
Islammed the door to her cell angrily, nearly shearing the key in half as I twisted the lock closed.
“Temper, temper,” Milatsked from the inside.
Ignoring her jibe, I stormed back down the hallway, my fury all but palpable.
Damn that infuriating woman! I’d gone looking for answers but came away with more questions. Who was she to have such a pull on one like me? I bared my teeth as a guard on patrol rounded the corner. The minotaur took one look at me and slammed himself against the wall, trying to be as flat as a pancake.
I left the cell block behind, shouldering my way into an empty office. My jaw was clenched so tight that my muscles were spasming. Fixating on the pain didn’t help. The desire to turn around, go back into Mila’s cell, and finish what I’d started with that kiss was near unstoppable.
She was so small and frail that she wouldn’t be able to resist, but I now knew she didn’t want to. Her body had betrayed her, welcoming me in and begging for more. I could still taste her lips on mine, but what was worse was the scent lodged firmly in my nostrils. Her sex had been so thick I could have tasted it.
And Iwantedto taste it. To spread her legs and run my tongue up their vulnerable insides to the peak, where she would first start to squirm and moan before she screamed as I stretched her tight little pussy with my hard cock. I wondered if she would even be able to take me.
There was one way to find out, of course, but I somehow resisted. I had no idea who she was, and the more I talked to her, the more confused I became. Until I could be sure she wasn’t secretly out to harm me or worse, I had to be careful. It would be hard, given the lust she awoke in me, but I would have to.
To give in could mean harm to me or, worse, the discovery of my true persona. I liked the life I’d built for myself in The Place Behind, and I didn’t want to lose it for what would probably be a lousy lay.
I snorted, knowing I was lying to myself. She would make me spill my seed over and over again, I was sure. In her, on her, I didn’t care. Her entire body would be mine. It would not be lousy. Of that, I was positive.
Slowly, my breathing came under control, and with it, the urge to fight or fuck waned. My cock still twitched impatiently in my pants, but it would have to wait until I was back in my quarters to achieve relief.
For some reason, the thought of finding someone else to take care of it did not appeal to me.
“Answers,” I told myself. “I need more answers.”
Thinking back over my conversation with Mila, I cursed myself a second time. I’d given her my real name without thinking! In the decades since I’d left my home in Faerie, I had neveroncemade that slip up. With her, I’d done so without hesitation. Why had I wanted her to know the truth about me? It wasn’t like she would recognize the name anyway.
