Page 55 of Heavy is the Crown
“Here's the thing,” I say as I bring over a chair to sit on. Yellow light flickers overhead, illuminating the stained concrete floors and dark walls. The brown-haired man looks at me with both a small bit of fear and a lot of defiance, rattling the chains that hold him to the other chair, his arms looped behind his back at an uncomfortable angle. “I was having a very good nightbefore this, and now that you’ve interrupted it, I’m going to need you to be forthcoming with the answers so we can all be on our way.”
He spits blood at me, the glob landing on my pants. I look down at it with disdain before glancing back up at him, my power now surging through my veins. “I’m not telling you shit; I know who you are. You’ll kill me anyway, so you can go ahead and do it now,” he says, his voice annoyingly high-pitched.
I let out a long sigh laced with boredom. He’s right, he is going to die, but up until that moment, he had the opportunity to die pleasantly. “I know Oisin sent you. I just want to know why.”
He lets out a barking laugh. “You’re a fucking idiot if you don’t already know.”
“He won’t gain Gothic Grove, and Hell won’t fall to him,” I say, counting down in my head until I can get home and watch Shadow feast on my come seeping out of Ava. Who knew that would be something I would love? Not me. But now that I know, I need it to happen again. Only this time, I want to be fucking Shadow as he does it. “So, here is the deal, Jeffery, let’s try this another way since my time is running short.” I let my power flow and push my compulsion into my voice. “Tell me Oisin’s plan.”
Jeffery, if that's really his name, struggles for a moment before my power overtakes him and he begins to spill all his secrets. “Lord Oisin is coming for his bride. Since the Harbinger mated, he has gone with his backup plan. Ava will help us take down the gates separating our realms. The Order will take control of Hell, and Gothic Grove will fall next.” He laughs. The frown deepens on my face. “We have all the grimoires of the families. We have everything we need.”
“Ava will never help you,” I reply. “How does Oisin plan on forcing that?”
“The witches gave us a spell. She will be collared and leashed to him. Forever bound to be his puppet.”
Rage envelops me at the idea of Oisin getting Ava. “And what of Jackson? You plan to just ignore the fact that he is king?”
My little puppet fights the words, but in the end, they fall from his mouth at my magic’s command. “Jackson has lost.”
My ability to remain in control snaps and I push my death power out as I grab the man by his throat. The lights flicker overhead as my power surges around me. True fear rushes through the man I hold at last as the shadow of my bone wings flashes behind me and he sees me, wide-eyed, for what I truly am. I feel my features turning animalistic, the fingers gripping his throat morphing into skeletal claw-tipped hands.
I lean in close to him. “People seem to forget what I am and what I can do because I live in this human suit all day. You think I’m afraid of Oisin? Or The Order? The magic they have isnothingcompared to me. Shadow isn’t the monster they should have worried about. I am.” I snap his neck with a satisfying crunch and drop his lifeless body at my feet.
“Well, that was quick.” Jackson's voice comes from behind me. “I thought for sure you’d last longer with him.”
A growl erupts from me. “Didn’t you hear him?”
“Yes. But I would have liked some more information from him before you killed him.” He has a hardness in his voice as he looks at the corpse. I note a splash of dark blood on the white T-shirt tucked under his leather jacket. His hands, too, seem to be stained with the same blood.He’s been busy.
“And the grimoires? Astrea’s will be an issue.”
A smile spreads over his face. “Let them try to use those. They can see what real magic looks like.”
It's not the first time I wonder what Jackson might be capable of.
I slip back into bed in the wee hours of the morning. A smile ghosts over my face—Shadow and Ava are wrapped tightly around each other, a look of peace on Shadow’s face that seems to have stuck around since the mating and Ava feeding on his magic. Allowing my body to curl around his massive one, I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his deep aroma. He shifts slightly, rubbing his ass against my dick. I have to bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping.
“You smell like blood,” he says, still clutching Ava.
A deep sigh comes out of me. “There was an issue. But it’s been taken care of.”
He tenses. “What kind of issue?”
I stroke the chiseled panes of his stomach before pushing my hand down and grabbing his hard cock.
“Don’t try to distract me,” he grunts, but he pushes his ass out harder into me. I kiss and nip along his shoulder and lick over my claiming mark on his neck, feeling his cock jerk in my hand at the sensation. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“Mmm, it seems like you don’t mind being distracted.” I play my thumb over his slit, grabbing precum before continuing to move my hand up and down. “How quiet can you be, hmm? Can you avoid waking up our pretty mate while you fuck my hand?”
His hips buck into my hand, and I feel his body tremble as he resists the urge to cry out. I pick up my pace as I stroke him, continuing to lick and suck his neck. “That’s it,rakkaani, take your pleasure in my hand. Such a good boy for me.”
He whines and begins to fuck my hand harder.
“Do you want to come?” I ask.
He moans and nods, but I bite down hard on his neck. “Use your words,” I demand.
“Fuck, yes, Drago. Please, I want to come so bad.” His voice is no longer a whisper, and I have no doubt Ava is wide awake at this point, given the scent that is coming off her.
