This Curse - By Alisha Basso Page 0,40

I gagged, coughing into his mouth. His hand moved and found my breast, sliding beneath the lace of my bra.

It was then that something in me snapped.

Power began to warm my icy limbs as a thousand voices screamed in my head. Lightening held itself in check at my fingertips and I smiled through the violence of the kiss. My hair began to whip about, blown by an internal wind. Lucian jerked back, alarm registered in his handsome face and I shook my head slowly and met his eyes. I pushed into his head intending to probe deep into his mind.

I couldn’t get in.

I stared at him in shock, working it all out, as he gazed at me in confusion. Then I laughed loudly as the puzzle continued to piece together in my mind. His eyes grew huge and he backed away.

“Lucian?” Patrick looked around. His wolves were abandoning the room at a startling rate.

Lucian grabbed a retreating wolf. “Grab that fucking girl and go!” He ordered and then he spun and ran from the room.

With any luck, ‘that fucking girl’ was safe, sound, and eating apples with an extremely cocky vampire.

I smiled at Patrick as I snapped the spell with an audible crack. The wind emanating from my body whipped tables around like spinning tops and tossed chairs into the walls as the last of the wolves scattered and ran away.

My power zinged through my veins and along my skin like a Tesla coil. I knew my eyes glowed brilliantly and I smiled and approached Patrick. The wolves were gone and we were alone. He stood, angry and proud. As the pack master, he was braver than the rest as he stood his ground.

“I know you’re a proud man, Patrick. Stupid, but proud. Which, in my opinion, are one and the same.” He flinched. “Once I even thought you were a good man.” I took another slow step toward him. “But you tried to hurt me, use me in the most appalling and shameful way. I bet you would have stopped at nothing, Patrick. The mere thought of what you had in mind for me...” I stood before him. “You are not a bad man, Patrick.” I frowned. “You. Are. An. Animal!” I roared and dropped the mute on my glamour.

Patrick dropped like a stone.

I pushed more and more of my power into him. I was furious; tears flooded my eyes and ran freely down my face as Lucian’s face crept into my mind. What the hell was happening? I sucked back a sob and pushed more pain into the man writhing at my feet. My life was in turmoil and my Lucian was lost to me. This man was to blame, he wasn’t alone, but it would have been his body that forced its way into mine. This man would have made me a slave and a blood whore.

I smiled and it felt cold. He gagged and rolled on the floor. Pain was too good for him. I knelt next to him and hovering my hands over him, I slowly pulled his beast in agonizing slowness from his wretched body. Just enough to let him know what I could do.

He wanted death. His beast was strong and I gave it free will. I stood and watched as he rolled on the floor, tearing his clothing to shreds with disfigured hands. I watched as he slapped and clawed at the ground, his hands popping and snapping with wet, cracking sounds. His skin turned red, warping and bulging unnaturally as his wolf beat at him from the inside. Sweat poured off of his heated skin and foam began to build at the corners of his mouth.

“I am beyond you, Patrick.” My voice was flat. I put my foot on his shoulder. He bucked and twisted in agony and I pushed him onto his back. “Now be a good doggie,” I met his anguished eyes, “play dead.” And with that, I turned and strolled slowly away my tears drying on my cheeks.

He screamed my name and I cringed. He deserved to suffer, but something in me made me stop. I looked over my shoulder.

“Please,” he groaned. The sound was distorted as he tried to form the word through too many teeth.

Fuck! My chest hurt. This was wrong.

I turned. Muting my glamour, once more I allowed his beast to withdraw. I walked back to him as he fought to catch his breath. “You said something?” I ground out.

He rolled onto his side coughing