Page 47 of Dawn to Dusk
“They’ll assume it was on her orders. I’m sure he has measures in place to make sure she is implicated.” He hurt my paramour, who knows how many times, and tried to come back for more. He would no longer think he could freely torment her. “How about a curse?”
Edur chuckled darkly. “You pissed off a unicorn. Little known fact, their curses can only be broken with the magic of the unicorn who cast it.”
I stomped my foot on the ground, and all the colors of the rainbow skittered across his skin. “I curse you with the inability to create life.”
Pylo’s eyes went wide, but he couldn’t get any disagreement out.
“Your seed will be lifeless. You did not appreciate the child Esmerey gave you, so you may have no more.” I locked my eyes on him, letting my words seep into his soul.“And for all the lives you destroyed, your cock will only get hard in the presence of a female who enthusiastically wants you.”
Edur clicked his tongue and glared at me. “That’s not a curse.”
“He’s not a beast.” I reminded him. “Maybe this will teach him some respect.”
“I’m just saying you could’ve made his cock fall off or something.” Edur suggested, tightening his arms even harder. He clearly did not understand how curses worked.
Curses had a delicate formula; a given, a condition, and a promise. I snapped my fingers in front of the man who was quickly losing consciousness. I wanted him to know what would happen to him. “And if you or your magic does anything to hurt Esmerey, you will be stripped of Herth’s magic.”
I placed my hand on his chest, sealing my curse into the very fiber of his being. He screamed in agony until he went unconscious. Edur dropped him like a sack of manure.
The waves of sol magic ceased without warning and a mouthwatering smell wafted down to us. My cock jumped up to answer its master’s call. Edur roared to the sky, and he wasn’t the only one. Various beasts belted out their response to Esmerey’s intense scent.
There was going to be a lot of competition, and I could sense most of it was predators that would kill me to get the sweet dripping pussy they wanted.
In a desperate attempt to ease the violent tension now thickening the air, I sent my own pheromones to call them to me instead. “I can’t hold them off for long, and I can’t fight them off either.”
“I’ll handle the fighting.” Edur chuckled, punching his hand into his other palm. “Let’s move.”
Chapter 19:
Esmerey
Stay strong.
I refused to hunt down those pricks, but I wanted a prick so bad. I forced myself deeper into the cave system after my solstice ceremony. The narrow passage led to a warded cavern I prepared for the occasion. Once I stepped through, no one could go in and no one could go out. That would hold the beasts at bay. A prison to keep myself in until I was sane again.
No, this was crazy. I could feel my own need dripping down my thighs. I should go back and accept whoever came for me. That is what my goddess wanted anyway. We even talked about the fact that she couldn’t claim my child, and she still asked me to complete the ritual.
No. Those assholes will undoubtedly smell me and bring their sorry asses after me.
But their cocks would be fantastic.
My grip on reality grew weaker by the second. The incessant throbbing of my core made it impossible to think. I needed to procreate, or at the very least, give it my best shot.
A heavy weight pressed me into the wall from behind. My internal argument disappeared, and I pressed back into whatever male it was. Scruff tickled my cheek as tender kisses were placed on my throat. Cool hands started pulling my dress up.
Those huge hands felt too familiar. I whirled around and pressed my hand to his chest. “Not you.”
“Who should it be?” A husky, dangerous edge in Edur’s voice that drove me half mad. There was no reason for me to beturned on by his dominance. That jerk could go fuck everyone else for all I cared.
“Anyone but you.” My voice quivered both with need and hurt. “You wouldn’t tell me we weren’t even friends anymore. You ran. Then you had the audacity—” My frustration helped get some of my brain cells going again. I owed no one an explanation. I shoved at him. “Move.”
Horror crumpled his face. He grabbed my hands off his chest to kiss my knuckles. “I’m so sorry. You’re still my friend.”
“No. Move.” I ripped my hands away and shoved him again, but the bastard refused to budge.
“Please give me another chance.” He put his hands together, begging. “I’ll get on my knees.”
I summoned up my flat face and cold tone, ignoring the way my stomach fluttered, my heart beat with excitement, and my eyes followed the sexy muscles of his bare chest. “I never should have let you get close in the first place.”
