Page 55 of Wicked Magik
This piqued my interest. I lifted an eyebrow and turned to look her in the eye. She genuinely wasn’t scared, which meant she was firm in her decision to meet with me.
“One,” she raised her finger, “You care for Oryx, more than you let on. You stay away from him, but you give him things, I’m guessing, out of guilt. You eat with him at meals, though your conversations are minimal, you care to see him.” She didn’t look me in the eye, instead she glanced down at the papers on my desk.
None that she could read anyway, they were in Latin. A dead language in the human realm. Which gathering by her accent she could very well have come from.
“Two,” her arm went down at her side. “You don’t want to hurt him.” She crossed her arms. “At least not right now. You have to form a plan to get me away from him without making you at fault. You want to keep your creation, yet you have no time totake care of him. You treat him as a pet and take hold of him when you want or desire. It’s rather disgusting.”
I balled my hands up into fists. “You act like you know me.”
"No, I'm just processing what I've seen. You're a grade A asshole. Top tier. He admires you, speaks highly of you, and even justifies your ridiculous experiments and the lack of time you spend with him. But I’m not as lenient. I've witnessed the emotional damage you've caused him. You've messed him up, and all he craves is affection and love. He even went to the extent of kidnapping me and bringing me into an unfamiliar world just to obtain it."
I pursed my lips. She wasn’t wrong but now I wondered if my theory was truly correct…
“What do you mean, unfamiliar world?”
She scoffed, placing her hand defiantly on her hip. Her skin was a rich, sun-kissed bronze, as if she had spent countless hours under the blazing sun, yet her hair contrasted sharply, gleaming white like freshly fallen snow, mirroring the shade of my own. There was an otherworldly essence about her, a blend of fae lineage intertwined with the enigmatic aura of the Duskhold Territory where we lived.
She mixed with an elusive element I couldn't quite identify.
Her eyes had me mesmerized. Like deep, endless pools that threatened to swallow me whole, pulling me into their depths. My anger dissipated under her captivating gaze, forcing me to tear my eyes away before I lost myself completely.
“I’m from earth, I’m human—”
“Lies,” I spat. “Oryx should have ripped you apart and drank you dry.” I couldn’t believe it.
The female leaned her hip against the table. Her skirt was short but her legs were hidden by a pair of tight pants. Her dark red sweater covered her breasts and dirty, vile things came into my head on what I truly wanted to see.
Had Oryx seen her naked? Had he really rutted her?
Jealousy then curiosity to watch popped into my head. I turned away and slapped my hand down my face.
Damn it.
“He didn’t. He was in such a rage he killed everyone else. I ran, but he said I smelled nice.” She sighed, and a smile curled at her lips.
She did smell nice but not enough for me to fuck her. Unfortunately the longer she was here, the less desire I had to kill her. She needed to leave.
“Get out.” I waved my hand away. “If you are here to disturb me, you have done your job. My relationship with Oryx is my own.”
She stomped her foot like a petulant child.
“I will not. You need to speak to him. He’s upset. He wants to get along with you and not have fear you will kill me. I want what’s best for him.”
She dares to claim she wants what's best for him? The audacity! She's barely known him, a fleeting acquaintance with zero understanding of his desires or needs. How can she presume to know him? I am the only one who truly understands the depths of his soul!
I spun around, and with a flick of my fingers, my magik coiled like a serpent around her throat, a shimmering, unseen force that maintained a careful distance between us.
The air felt charged, electric, as I held my breath, determined to avoid inhaling her intoxicating scent that always clouded my thoughts. Breathing was a conscious choice, an attempt to cling to some semblance of normalcy.
I backed her into the wall, she struggled in the invisible hold.
I snarled and pressed my face closer to hers. “You. Know. Nothing.”
I stared at her. She couldn’t speak, but she could breathe just enough. She was human, thats all she could be. Right? There wasn’t anything else special about her. How strange that Oryx did not drain her, feed off of her life force.
The longer I held her, the warmth of her body radiated into me, consuming me. My desire surged, straining against the confines of my trousers, and I inhaled her intoxicating scent with a greedy desperation. Why I was doing this, I didn't know, I was utterly powerless, lost in a whirlwind of uncontrollable need.
I closed my eyes, feeling the room's tension coil around us. Before I fully comprehended my actions, I had pushed her onto the narrow wooden table that rested against the wall. Her skirt and sweater disappeared by use of my magik. I leaned in, pressing her body softly against the cool surface of the table. Instead of resisting, she parted her legs slightly, inviting me into the intimate space between them with a silent acceptance that spoke volumes.
