Page 73 of Cosmic Power

Her werewolf slinked to the surface and waited. Waited for the perfect opportunity to burst free and wreak havoc. Zamorra was tempted to let her do so, but she knew she had to tread carefully. Whoever this male was trapped beneath her was important. She could use that to her advantage.

“Release him,”a dark, sinful voice echoed in her head.

She didn’t flinch, even though it had surprised the fuck out of her to hear a voice inside her head that wasn’t her were. Zamorra felt her werewolf move through her mind, searching for the intrusion.

“Release him now,”the voice demanded.

“Get out of my head,” she growled, flicking her eyes up to the dominating figure towering over her. She clenched the throat in her hands tighter as a warning that even though she wasn’t watching him, she would rip him apart should he move.

It was the Gold King, the one that wore the ornate golden crown on his head. All these creatures were breathtakingly beautiful, but this one? He was beyond measure. He was so stunning it hurt to look at him, like she was staring straight into the sun. It was blinding, but somehow mesmerising at the same time.

The creature smirked darkly, his purple eyes glowing with power. “You will do as I command or you will die.”

She glared, silver flashing in her eyes. “I don’t fear death. I welcome it. So go ahead, give it your best shot, but I’ll be taking as many of you fuckers down with me as I can.”

He arched a brow. His purple eyes ran over her slowly, methodically. From her silver hair to the claws latched into the throat of the male beneath her. He chuckled softly. “Such defiance. How refreshing.” He raised a hand and Zamorra scowled. She saw what he had done the last time he made such a move.

Power pulsed from her body. Silver fur exploded over her forearms. “One more move, and I’ll rip his throat out so you bathe in his blood,” she warned.

His hand froze in the air, palm facing her. Power swirled around him, building and building, but he didn’t unleash it. Just stared at her with that unrelenting gaze.

“I saw what you did back there. You might be able to tear my heart from my chest, but I wonder…can you do it before my claws carve into him?” With a tilt of her head, she gestured to the male glaring daggers at her from below.

The Gold King clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at her. The wind picked up, soaring around her so fast it whistled in her ear. His pristine white hair whipped back and forth, side to side, flying with a mind of its own.

Zamorra called on the power of her werewolf, letting it flow into every nerve inside her. Her silver eyes stayed locked with his as he released torrents of his power. She would not be intimidated, despite the dark nature his power possessed.

“Release him. I will not ask again,” he said darkly to her mind.

“You haven’t asked to start with. You’ve demanded. And in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t take kindly to demands,”she responded back.

The ground trembled and Zamorra tried not to react to the tremendous display of raw power. If she showed weakness, she was done for.

She released a modicum of control to her werewolf and her body grew, expanding in height, weight and width. Hard, toned muscles sprung up one by one, encased in thick silver fur. By this point she was more werewolf than human, but she held tight on the reins, not succumbing fully to the entity in her mind who wanted nothing more than to feast on all their heads.

As if finally realising she would rather die than hand over her prize, the creature towering over her let go of his power and it dissipated into the air. Purple eyes blazed at her with so much fury that she thought she might combust into a ball of flames.

“What do you want?”he growled into her mind.

“To go home. Return me. Now.”

“You are a spoil of war. As are the others. There will be no going back.”

Hearing him speak out loud had the same effect it did when he spoke in her head. It made shivers rack down her spine. It was deathly alluring.

“I don’t give a fuck. Open up that damn portal and send me back, or I will—”

A gust of wind hit her hard, sending her flying. She couldn’t hold in her shriek of surprise as she tumbled through the air. It pinned her roughly against the wall, knocking the breath right out of her. She tried to move, but there was an unrelenting pressure pushing against her, keeping her pressed tightly to the wall. Her eyes snapped to the Gold King’s and she snarled at the smirk on his face. He didn’t need to use his hands for that little telekinetic trick. It looked like he could do it just by using his mind alone.

The gold-armoured warrior she was a heartbeat away from killing blinked in front of her, rage dripping from his pores. He pulled out his sword and raised it in the air, preparing to strike her down.

“Halt, Faxon,” the Gold King called out, his voice ringing through the room.

Faxon gritted his teeth, his arm shaking as if he was fighting a war with himself on whether or not to obey. He wanted desperately to cut her head off, to kill her for daring to do what she did.

From her position on the wall, Zamorra was able to get a clear view of the entire room. Her eyes connected with Lilith’s black ones. She hadn’t even noticed the demon was one of the others who was kidnapped. Relief filled her at having at least one friendly face here with her—even if she did constantly have a perpetually angry look on that face.

“Permission to kill her, my King?” Faxon growled, his body shaking with rage.

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