Page 88 of Forbidden Magic
“Please, Trent. Something is making you act this way,” I plead.
The whiplash of his attack has my head tangled in the cedar. My head spins, and I release my fire.
Teeth sink into flesh.
I scream.
The smell of burnt flesh turns my stomach, but Trent doesn’t stop. He just pushes me to the ground and drinks from my open vein until his body is torn off me.
Cole tosses Trent aside violently, dark energy pulsing around him. The two struggle, but deep burns are etched into Trent’s chest, and Cole looks ready to tear his head off.
“Wait. Something isn’t right. He’s under some kind of spell,” I shout at the blurry pair, and the mass of limbs stills for an instant.
Cole’s eyes are glassy as fuck, too.
Holy hell.
The prince flattens Trent to the dirt and chokes him.
“Stop! You’re going to kill him.” I wrestle Cole off Trent, my nails sinking deep into his shoulder.
Trent gasps and staggers to his knees. Cole gives him one nasty kick in the ribs, and my crazed boyfriend bites the ground, his eyes rolling inward.
I press my hands hard on each side of Cole’s face and force him to look at me. “Stop!”
“I should kill him. He wants what’s mine.”
The possessive adjective twists and pulls at every nerve and fills my chest with a searing heat. If Cole was in his right mind, I’d give him hell for it.
“He’s unconscious. You won,” I whisper, checking that Trent is breathing. Kneeling beside him, I take his pulse and frown at the amount of dirt underneath his fingernails. What happened to him? What happened to them both? “We need to help Lydia. I saw Blane—”
Cole shoves me away from Trent’s unconscious form. “You don’t want me to finish him because you still want him.”
I slip on a puddle and fall flat to my ass.
Cole’s amber eyes are so dilated, they’re all black, and the sinister stare flicks from me to Trent and back for a few rounds, like he’s listening to my words but doesn’t fully believe them. The Fae I have in front of me is not to be reasoned with, but tamed, the way you approach a wild lion.
A delicate touch and a fine piece of bargaining meat might spare me from getting eaten.
“I don’t want him.” I chew the insides of my cheeks hard. “I want you, Cole”
I’ve got his attention now.
“Say it again.”
“I wantyou.” I extend my hand for good measure.
How ironic that I can only be honest with him while he’s in this state?
He climbs over me, his knee between my thighs, and I hold my breath. The dark glint in his eyes isn’t erased by my admission. It melts into something far less hateful but equally wicked. “You’re mine, Fire Girl.”
His thumb flicks over my nipple, and my lips part in a shocked gasp. It’s so unexpected and without preamble that I shudder. He’s never been quite so brazen before. The weight of his body pins me down to the ground. Contrary to Trent’s attack, this one is fluid and seductive.
Heartbeats resonate across my ribs, my belly, radiating outward to the tips of my fingers and toes. I’m a beating heart in his arms, and he’s going to crush me.
Fae love two things. Sex and deals.
I trace the shape of his ear. “I’ll make you a deal. You help me find Lydia, and I’ll kiss you again.”
