Page 103 of Cursed Beasts

“I’ll help you break the spell on one condition.” His dark velvet voice was alluring. Today, he had his hair tied back and his yellow eyes seemed more prominent.

“What is it?” I was a little skeptical.

“You let us break the bond you have with Lucien,” he said without a hint of emotion.

“Excuse me?” I snapped.

“After we break the spell, we break the bond between you and Lucien,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“No,” I snarled. “I’m sure if you ask him the same thing, his answer will also be no.”

“Lucien doesn’t know what he wants, you're the first woman he has slept with and that’s why he’s infatuated with you. You are not his mate. Our mate will bond with all three of us.”

“You were fine bonding with a Belladonna back then. What changed?” My insecurities were getting the best of me.

“We won’t bond with a woman who comes from a family who are nothing but conniving, selfish people,” he snarled.

I pushed him back.

“Well, fuck you, Lucien is mine,” I snapped.

“You will stop luring him into your lies. I know you’re doing something to him,” he yelled.

“Don’t act like I’m the one who forced the bond. He is the one who bit me.” I clenched my hands.

“Stay away from Lucien and Aeon.” His eyes flashed an even brighter yellow.

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t fucking do,” I yelled.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat, I wouldn’t have to set rules in the first place,” he growled.

I pushed him away from me, about to walk away, when he pulled my hair, yanking me back onto his chest.

“I wasn’t fucking done.” he snarled into my ear, with his hand around my throat, letting me lose a bit of air.

I quickly threaded my hand in between his arm and my chest to bring it down so he would let go of my neck. Throwing my head back, I made contact with his nose, he snarled before I could get too far, spinning me around pulling my hair forcing me to look up at him.

“I could rip your throat out,” he snapped.

“Not before I severed your jugular.” I tapped my knife against his neck.

We stared at each other for a moment. I could feel his hard length against my stomach before we crashed together. He kissed my neck, sucking and biting, pulling my hair to the side to give him better access to my neck.

I nicked him for good measure before dropping the knife. Zev picked me up as he kissed me down my neck. He set me down on the table, never letting me go while I brought his pants down to pull his cock out. Goddess, why did he have to be so big?

He pushed me to lie down on the table before he ripped my biker shorts down the seam, and before I knew it, he impaled me.

“Fuck!” I screamed, and he groaned loudly.

We didn’t move, stuck in time as I reveled in feeling so full. He was too fucking big as he started to roll his hips back and forth, picking up speed with each thrust. It was almost too painful as he continued to fuck me harder.

He climbed up on to the table, lifting my hips up, fucking me with abandon, stealing my breath away as my back arched in ecstasy. He snarled in pleasure as I leveraged my leg over his chest, pushing him to the side so we could roll over.

I took out another knife from my thigh, pushing it against his neck as I rode him with quick strokes. His eyes flashed a brighter yellow before he snarled and I ground my hips into his, chasing my orgasm. Zev’s grip on my hips was hard, causing me to shake at the impending orgasm. I slid my hand down to my clit when he slapped my hand away, sitting up and rolling us over again.

“You don’t come until I let you,” he growled.

His pace quickened, making me clench. I was almost there when he stopped thrusting into me. He lifted me up off the table, wrapping my legs around his body while he fucked me standing up. This angle was everything.

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