Page 64 of Soul Redeemed

Arms stretched above his head, he curled his body into the angry lash of pain and thrust his hips into the air, while his rock-hard erection pressed against his pants. He writhed atop the mattress, needing to bury his dick so deep, he’d sleep like the dead after. Not even the luxurious silk of his sheets could abate the tension that held his body so goddamn stiff he could hardly move.

A mouthwatering scent drifted across his face, and Calix wanted to lick the air, to swallow the smell of Ava, to consume her. He flipped to his stomach, arms crossed over each other, burying his face into her pillow, and moaned at the delicious taste of her that filled his mind.

So fucking good.

He rolled his hips, dry fucking the bed, imagining her small body beneath him.

He needed her. Gods, he needed her.

Not having her sparked a rage inside of him that had his hips slamming harder, his lip peeled back into a snarl.

“Fucking mine!”

Visuals filtered in, of Xander’s hands fondling her tits, his tongue in her mouth while he kept his eyes on Calix, watching his reaction. Taunting him. The fury twisted in his gut, and the roar that cracked from his chest would’ve been the only warning before he snapped the fucker’s neck.

Mine.

He dragged his hips against the sheets, savoring the friction against his cock, but it provided no relief. Only Ava could do that for him, and she’d left him alone. Chained to a fucking bed to suffer.

Light filtered into his room, and Calix lifted his head toward the opened door.

Ava stood in the center of it, her willowy silhouette calling out to him like a siren. Something inside of him snapped at the sight of her, and as much as Calix fought his mind to stay put, he felt himself beating the chains like a caged animal. He flipped onto his back, his dick harder than even moments ago and tenting his pants like a flagpole.

“Ava! Get out of here.”

“No, Calix.” Her stepping inside the room shot bullets of excitement down his spine, and more of his willpower slipped as he slid against the bed. “I want to help you.”

She lifted a key where he could see it and a stab of panic struck his chest.

“No!”

“Yes,” she argued, and the click told him she’d set his hands free, hovering dangerously close, and as she unlocked the second bind, her sweet smell wafted past him, hitting his senses like a potent drug.

A scratchy, hazy cloud blanketed his skull like static and all sound muted to silence. He shook his head and beat at his ear, and when he lifted his gaze, Ava stood beside the bed, staring down at him.

Her eyes were wide and brimming with desire. “Take me, Calix.”

“You’re telling me what I want to hear.” The cloud slipped behind his eyes as he clamped them shut, the sound filtering in and muting to silence, before pulsing through his skull again. “Go. Please.” He shot up from the bed, nabbing her elbow on his way toward the door.

Christ, he’d only have his senses a few more minutes, and then she’d be in deep shit.

So would he.

“No.” She snapped her arm from his grasp. “I want you. Take from me, Calix.”

No, no. Stop. Gods, stop!

A demonic chant, the ancient charm of the incubi, rattled inside his skull, and Calix screwed his lips shut to keep from speaking the words that would seal Ava’s fate. The sounds grew louder, though, overpowering his desperate implorations for her to keep her distance.

“I’m charming you. I don’t even know it, because I can’t hear what I’m saying to you.”

“You’ve not charmed me.” Ava’s voice held a touch of amusement, and she stroked a hand down his arm.

His lids flipped open again, taking in her serious expression as she stared back without a hint of vacancy that would suggest she were in in a trance.

“The Sang virus, or whatever the hell it is, it can’t hurt you, Calix. I know that now.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about right now, Ava. It’s you.”