Page 92 of Wicked Magik
"You will never touch her again," I roared. "You will never even look at her again. Do you understand me? Because I amgoing to rip off your hands, and pluck out your eyes!" My body shifted, my erection bobbed between us.
It was horrible timing, but pinning him beneath me, taking control of him, protecting what was mine from someone else who was also supposed to mine—the animals in me enjoyed it.
I leaned in beside his ear. “Then I will bite out your tongue so I do not hear the lies you wield. I will keep your ears so you may hear the pleasure she receives from me and make you listen.” The growl in my voice turned into a purr. “But you would like that, wouldn’t you? I feel your cock hardening against my leg.”
Veylor panted.
“It’s because you know you deserve it.”
His salty tears met my skull that rested on his cheek.
Veylor shifted beneath me and grabbed my shoulders. “I swear, I didn’t even know that Vesper was in the mansion when I hired them.”
My purr grew into a growl.
“I swear, Oryx. I did not. I only found out after the fact that you brought her to the estate. I have been creating a respawning blood bowl to feed them, to feed you. I told them they wouldn’t have to hunt. They misunderstood!”
I backed away slowly, my tongue sniffing the air.
I found myself torn between the desire to trust him and the overwhelming evidence against him. All those years he had brushed me aside, concealed the truth from me—how could I simply overlook that? Yet, a part of me longed to believe his words. What was I to believe?
I longed to peer into his thoughts, as I could with Vesper, to uncover the truth behind his words. Leaning in, I studied his face from his forehead to his lips. He attempted to move back, but I halted him with my hand on his chest. He coughed, but I ignored it, exerting all my strength to penetrate his mind.
Vesper was so easy, her mind was open and free. She was human, but Veylor, being a fae and with magik I imagine, could make it difficult. I pushed and growled when I felt myself slip through a crack in a wall I could see inside.
“You are blocking me out,” I snarled.
Veylor turned his head, his eyebrow raised. “What?”
“Let me inside your mind.” I stomped the ground with my hoof. “Let me see.”
Veylor opened and closed his mouth. “T-thats what you did with Vesper, isn’t it. You saw inside her mind, that’s how you knew?”
If I had eyes in my holes, I would have rolled them. “Of course, what else? Are you blind?” I chuckled internally.
“Pardon me, I was pulling up my breeches!” He snapped.
I snarled again and leaned away.
“I couldn’t see, I thought she spoke to you.”
I shook my skull. “No, I entered her mind, saw those vampires speak to themselves, and said you put her there for food.”
Veylor closed his eyes and sighed. “No, that isn’t what happened—”
My claws lengthened, and I clawed down the marbled floor, leaving scratches in their wake. “Let me see for myself, you have blocked your mind!”
Veylor’s mouth stayed open, his breathing ragged. “That’s… fascinating.”
I roared, his hair flared, and spit slung from my mouth. He gasped and crossed his arms over his face. “Lower your magik and let me see!”
I concentrated harder and Veylor covered his ears and screamed as I broke through the wall that protected his mind. It broke into millions of pieces, and I ran through the rubble.
Memories, like ghosts, hung in the air. I could reach out and grab one and watch as each memory played before my eyes. The two memories I had seen before, went past me.
My hearts leapt in my chest. It was confirmation that it wasn’t just a dream of my mind, not magik he had bestowed in my head, but actual memories that he had of him and I in a lifetime before.
I clutched my chest as I continued to stumble through memories of the past. I took my time rather than rush through them. To be inside Veylor’s mind, I wasn’t sure if I would ever get this chance again.
