Page 51 of Seeded By Two

Beth’s reaction trumped both of us.

She stared at Feon, then her mouth fell open, her body froze stiff, and then, slowly, she turned her head back toward me, peering over her shoulder at me once more, only this time, with a very different expression than the one of pure ecstasy from earlier.

The blood fell from her face too.

Her mouth was a square black hole of total shock and horror.

She shivered, hands clutched over her face, and immediately fell to one side, curling up into a ball.

She burst into tears as my cock slid from her like an unwanted creature, and thudded on the bedspread.

I ran my hand through my hair, gripping it tight, wishing to tear it out by the roots.

We each reacted in our own unique way, each stunned beyond belief at what had just taken place.

I wanted to speak, to explain, to tell Feon what had happened, why this wasn’t my fault, how I thought she was a mate he had sent to the room for me…

But the words did not come.

I couldn’t voice them, couldn’t give them life.

My brain and tongue were numbed into silence by the knowledge of what I had done.

Feon, now leaning against the doorframe, body limp, was the first to recover.

Although, perhaps “recover” wasn’t the right word.

He reached for the door and slammed it shut so no one else might see his shame.

Then, turning to me, I saw the blood had returned to his face, painting it a deep shade of purple.

His nostrils flared and his shoulders were hunched, his arms held out to either side, hands curled into enormous fists.

They depicted a sense of rage I had never seen on Feon’s face before.

He’d always been the calm one, the one to soothe my anger, which was much more prone to flare-ups.

His expression was a mirror reflection of the one I had worn earlier when he had told me he had claimed my mate.

I watched with grim horror as he glared at me in what was a truly terrifying march.

Especially when I was the reason for his terrifying anger.

He drew up to the bed, less than a yard from me.

I shook my head, eyes shimmering with shocked tears. “Feon…” I said, barely managing to croak out his name. “I…”

He snatched me by the throat and yanked me off the bed with a single movement of his arm.

His strength was incredible.

I clutched at his arm, flailing weakly beneath his impenetrable grip.

The scene was a mirror reflection of the one from earlier.

Now he was the one with the upper hand, the one choking me, and I was the one gasping words I could barely speak.

“You claimed my fated mate,” he said in a dead voice. “Now you will die.”

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