Page 38 of The Songs of Fate (War of Fate)

Chapter Eight

Strange Waters

His fingertips prowled over my lips and down my neck. No stars, no moon, just a blanket of endless darkness.

I watched as his deceptive hands slip over the slight bones of my shoulder. The streaks of undeniable pleasure burned so hot in my mind it hurt. My thoughts filled with colors so bright, their tastes trickled over my tongue. Intoxicating auras of red burst behind my eyes and lit my tongue with dusky spice. Luminous shades of green bloomed and collided with hazy purples. My mouth filled with the changing flavors. Tart citrus, mellow lavender, and then a honey so sweet, a tear fell down my cheek.

I’d never tasted colors with his touch. It made every stroke more powerful. It made him feel more connected to me than ever before.

I tangled my fingers into the maroon gravel beneath me as the ecstasy built higher.

The sinful indulgence streaked over my skin, and then into my soul.

My eyes followed to the onyx black symbol on his palm while his hand drew circles over my wrists.

A suffocating euphoria stemmed from a single finger teasing over my heart.

I panted. I couldn’t speak. The words were twisted behind the colors.

I closed my eyes to envelope the blissful images, focusing on each new flavor.

His lips lurked closer, hovering over the shell of my ear. “Don’t fight this, elskan min,” he breathed into my ear.

His swirling fingers came to rest over my chest. “Embrace the light, destroy the night,” he crooned.

His breath flowed over my neck, quickening my pulse beating beneath the skin. His mouth blazed down the side of my throat before he grazed the apex of my shoulder with his teeth.

It was different than Logan’s warm kiss. There was an edge of pain, of darkness that was beyond wicked.

The colors exploded with such intensity I cried out, scorching under the sensations.

The pleasure veered into pain with a sudden prick at my neck.

No… not yet.

The bronzed, scarred hand at my chest became stark white. Sharp, gray claws erupted from the fingertips.

Jerking away, I looked into the black eyes of the creature crushing me into the ground, baring long, razor-thin teeth. Animalistic shrieks poured from its mouth as it reared its head into the sky and howled.

Trickles of blood flowed from my ears.

I scrambled backwards over the dirt.

The creature lunged for my torso. Its claws connected to my stomach, piercing through my skin.

I screamed, watching its black lips turn into a smile.

I couldn’t break the connection. As close as Gray Eyes had felt, now so did the creature.

“Wake up! Damn it,” a very low male voice gritted above me.

My head bounced on the ground as it shook from side to side.

No, it wasn’t the ground shaking—it was me.

I darted my eyes open, and two dark green eyes stared back at me.

Logan’s large hands gripped my shoulders, continuing to jar my back against the foam underneath me.

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