Page 79 of Wicked Curses
When he released her hands, she planted her palms against his chest, but as her brain said to push him away, her fingers bit into his thick muscle. Like all pure dark fae, his build was slender, but every inch of him felt like chiseled rock.
He was so warm beneath her hands, so familiar yet unfamiliar. His heartbeat pounded in her ears as hunger tore through her belly like a knife through flesh.
She almost whimpered but restrained herself enough to keep that much of her dignity intact. She couldn’t stop her fangs from descending.
She tasted blood when they scraped his bottom lip and nearly threw herself into his arms as that sweet ambrosia hit her. Orin’s hand on her waist bunched in her shirt as he pulled it up until warm air brushed against the curve of her back.
The fresh air against her overheated flesh only made her desperate for more as his elegant fingers cupped her ass. Her breasts ached as an almost painful need spread between her thighs. His erection prodded her belly, and her shirt moved higher as she melted into his kiss.
Conquered.
She’d been conquered. And here, at this moment, she was okay with it.
CHAPTERFIFTY-SIX
She tastedand smelled better than Orin imagined as her silken skin slid against his palms and her honeyed scent filled his nostrils. Hunger twisted in his gut and spread out through his limbs.
He’d been doing okay, surviving on food and nothing else, but his hunger had grown. Now, it was an undeniable, flaming-hot poker burrowing deeper into him.
He had to feed, and she was finally bending. The satisfaction he’d expected to experience over breaking her didn’t come; it couldn’t when she fit so perfectly in his arms and felt so good against him.
He hadn’t expected this strange sensation of rightness, but had anyone’s kiss ever tasted or felt this good? He tried to find an answer, but the feel of her had buried his past.
Gripping the backs of her legs, he was about to lift her, lower her to the soft riverbank, and sate himself between her pretty thighs when something crunched nearby. He was so determined to feed that he didn’t acknowledge it until Sahira shoved against his chest and twisted her head away.
With the kiss broken, his lips found her neck as another crunch sounded. This time, the noise pierced the ravenous haze enshrouding him.
He was hungry, and someone had arrived to take away the feast he was about to enjoy.
The sound he issued wasn’t something that came from him often, but his enemies heard it shortly before they died. Sahira’s head, which had twisted toward the woods, turned back to him.
Her wide eyes met his as they stared at each other for a second before she pushed at him again, and he reluctantly released her. It was already too late to separate before someone saw them.
From amongst the deadened trees, Carmella stared at them with evident disgust. “Slumming it now, are you?”
When he stepped toward her, Sahira grasped his arm. “Not worth it,” she whispered.
“But it is.”
“It will only cause more problems forme.”
Orin debated this before relaxing. She was right; even if he was the one who took Carmella to the pit, the witches and warlocks would blame her.
Besides, was he really considering a pit fight because of something Carmellasaid? Sure, it had been about Sahira, and he kind of admired the annoying, stubborn woman, but that was no reason to fight someone.
It’s because you’re starving, and she interrupted feeding time.
Yes, that was theonlyreason he was primed to kill.
Sahira’s grip on his arm eased before she released him. Without acknowledging Carmella, she lifted her basket and walked into the trees.
Orin smiled as he lifted his basket and strolled toward the witch. “I’ve been with a lot of women, Carmella. So many I can’t even begin to count them.” Her head tipped back to look at him as he stopped before her. “But you’re the only one I regret.”
“I can say the same to you, Prince Orin.”
“Stay away from her, or you’ll be the next one hanging from a beam.”
“You don’t frighten me.”
