Page 72 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
How many virile warriors have I coupled with?
Countless.
Because there is no way in sacred fuck that my soul is in any way connected to a fragile human male.
Praise Akash, I’ve succeeded in eluding my father and all those under his control. Still, I have no wish to force a life of exile upon a human that could so easily be broken by him. Akashforbid my father ever find me; I have no doubt he would use mysoulboundagainst me should he discover them.
Such concerns are useless, however, because having asoulbonddoesn’t guarantee love or loyalty or happiness—as my mother and father proved.
It does, however, open the door to a lifetime of misery.
So, despite the occasionally suffocating, soul-crushing loneliness my life of solitude has gifted me... It’s a price I’m willing to pay.
Queen Theia finally leads her blasted cousin and her mate through the portal, closely followed by Reginald.
Praise Akash.
Now I can leave this godsforsaken realm.
Get as far away as possible from this unseemly human with his enchanting gaze.
Following the last of Queen Theia’s sentries back through the portal, I refuse to acknowledge my eyeballs are practically trembling from the effort not to look back at him.
Gods-be-damned.
I’m looking back at him.
My eyes narrow as a corner of his mouth gives a subtle tilt upwards.
I nearly gasp at the audacity he has to look so smug.
I have many a potion that would wipe that look off his face.
The fantasy of how thoroughly he would be reduced to a writhing, hallucinating, ejaculating mess should I force-feed him a concoction of ficklewort, fae lash, selky tears, and sanguinati venom.
He would be completely at my mercy...
My clit tingles at the visceral image, immediately halting my train of thought.
Though something tells me from the darkness I see lurking in his gaze that he might enjoy such a thing. Woefully, my vagina finds that a thrilling prospect.
Fuck.
Perhaps I should portal him to my bedroom in the nearest Hell realm and teach him a lesson.
Clench.
With more force than necessary, I slam the portal shut. That unfamiliar weight on my chest gives a tortured throb, and I’m forced to suppress a growl of frustration as some twisted melange of frustration, disdain, and desire burns through me.
Praise Akash, I never have to see him again.
VIOLETTE
MERE HOURS LATER
As it turns out, this wretched human has ensorcelled my willpower, and I am now standing beside his bed as he sleeps, unpeacefully. I didn’t even bother with a glamour.
I don’t care if he sees me.
