Unmade (Unborn #4) - Amber Lynn Natusch Page 0,17

I said. “I could not wait for you to be healed.”

“Then you should have taken me with you,” he replied, his words little more than a rumble that coursed through his body into mine.

“You would have only slowed me. As it was, I narrowly escaped Kaine and the others with the help of Trey.”

“You should have killed him.”

“I was not certain I could.”

“Here’s a thought; maybe try to next time instead of making a last-second exit.”

“I will employ that tactic when our paths cross again.”

“There won’t be a next time because, from this moment on, this is how close to you I’m going to be around the clock.” He ground his body against mine to emphasize his point. “If I have to make some witch bond us, I will, because this shit isn’t going down again, understood?”

“Your point has been made adequately.”

“No,” he said, grazing the side of my face with his nose, “I don’t think it has.”

With a harsh grip, he took my face in his hands and kissed me with a brutality befitting a Dark One. A war of lips and tongues and hands soon followed. It escalated by the second, my pants—then his—falling victim to his anger.

Just as he had in the Heidelberg Project before Hermes had interrupted, he pushed himself inside me, fucking me up against the wall. But this time, there was a desperation to his actions that he had not possessed then. A need to claim me. A need to punish my disobedience. The battle between the good and the Dark within him had never been so clear, and I realized just how hard he struggled with the two.

He had alluded to the delight he would feel in the darkness fully taking me, as it had him. Then he had said he would never let that happen. His complicated feelings were more than I ever would have expected from a being whose motivations had always seemed so simple. But with every thrust, his complexity was made clearer.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, pulling his lips away from mine long enough to speak.

Silence.

“Everything,” was his only reply. With it, his pace quickened, forcing my focus to the sensation growing deep inside of me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, doing all I could just to hold on and weather his storm. When that storm finally broke, it left the two of us panting.

“Now has your point been made?” I asked. My brow quirked, betraying the amusement I felt in that moment.

With his darkness sated, he let his smug smile overtake his countenance. “I believe it has.”

“Then we should go.” I pulled my pants up and carefully freed myself from his cage of black wings.

“Any updates on Deimos’ brother?” Oz asked as he fastened his button. “Since you were so busy while I was unconscious…”

“Yes and no. I shall tell you when we arrive. My brothers will want to hear it as well.”

I opened the door to find Trey staring at me, weapons drawn. He lowered them only when he saw that all was well.

“Oz and I had some matters to settle,” I explained. Oz stepped out behind me, his smug grin still in place.

“We may have to settle a few more later.”

6

We were greeted by my brothers the moment we stepped into the second floor of the warehouse. The vast, open space was sparsely furnished, with a kitchen on the far side of the room. Sitting at the four-chair dining table was Muses, who merely grinned at my return. The Fates he had spoken of were nowhere to be seen.

“Did you run into any issues?” Kierson asked as he hugged me tightly.

“Our journey was without incident,” I replied, pulling away.

“Good,” Casey said, looking Oz and me over, “because we have some shit to figure out. We don’t need to add any more chaos to this shitstorm.”

“Now where is the fun in that?” Muses asked as he stood from his seat. Nobody bothered to respond. “Given what I have learned in your absence, Khara, I feel your twin may need to be brought up to speed.”

Oz groaned, then walked away to sit on the tattered couch near the massive, dust-covered windows. His discontent with the plan was duly noted. Sean and he had a history I had yet to uncover, which was the case with most things in Oz’s past. Perhaps Sean would prove more forthcoming if I could get him alone—a task Oz would surely not make easy.

“I’ll call him,” Drew said,