A Discovery of Secrets and Fate (Chronicles of the Stone Veil #2) - Sawyer Bennett Page 0,63
a lot of time for what I have planned.
I haven’t been able to practice it and its theory only, but I know the feather on my leg gives me some sort of ability to protect myself. Two nights ago, it came to me in a surge of energy, starting with a tingle in my feather tattoo and curling in my gut before exploding outward. It broke the compulsion, not only the one that had ensnared me, but it lessened Wade’s sexual hold on Adira somewhat. Enough to let us escape.
In that instance, my energy went outward and broke the powers of the fae that were put upon us.
It happened again that night when I was facing down Wade in the backyard, as he tried to compel me toward him. I was able to coil that energy and slam it back toward him, breaking the spell.
So, I’ve been thinking. If those powers reside in me, and the feather is the catalyst, could I access those powers and pull them over me like a shield instead? Could I use it as a proactive protection?
I’m going to experiment while I have the opportunity—before Carrick can figure out what’s going on, which won’t be very long. I smile at the incubus and say, “Sure.”
Ensuring my participation in at least a drink, I don’t feel him increase the compulsion any. While he flags the bartender, I take the opportunity to see if I can access my powers at will rather than from a surge in fear.
I close my eyes, conjure the image of the feather in my mind, and try to pull forth its power. I imagine a pearly colored shield, the same color as the feather, extend over me, and settle up against my body. Pulling on that ability hard, I wait for that low thrum of sexual desire to leave my body.
Instead, it hits me even harder, and I experience a jolt of lust spear through me. My eyes pop open, and the incubus is there in front of me. His human face looks charming and flirty while his fae face is cruel and hungry.
He runs a hand up my bare arm, leans in as it reaches the side of my neck. His power thrums again with intensity and I feel my mind starting to acquiesce, believing dying while feeling like this might not be so bad.
Placing his lips near my ear, he whispers, “I remember you from the other night, and I wasn’t happy you left so suddenly.”
My mind is sluggish, and I’m not sure really what he means. Is he mad Adira and I left, or does he know I broke his powers somehow?
And really… why does that even matter because it’s probably a good idea if I go with him right now so I can see just how good he can make me feel?
“Ah,” he murmurs appreciatively as he hits me with another blast of pleasure-laced power that I feel all over my body. It causes me to moan as my nipples harden, and I don’t even feel embarrassed about it. “Now, you’re mine. Let’s get out of here, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s,” I reply, my words sounding thick on my tongue. He helps me slide from the stool, and I feel like there’s something I’m forgetting to do.
Pay for my drink?
Call someone?
Carrick, maybe?
It’s not important because I’m completely in a sexual thrall. I move easily, wanting to hurry and not quite sure why or how I even came to be in this bar.
All I can think about is getting out of this crowded place, getting somewhere private, and taking our clothes off.
The incubus leads me through the door and out into the chilly evening. It feels good against my heated skin but would feel better if I got this stupid dress off. We hustle down to the end of the block, turn right, and then fifteen feet more, there’s a side alley.
Nice, dark, and private.
I go without hesitation.
As soon as we’re past the light of the street, the fae slings me forward so roughly that I stumble several feet, but I’m able to right myself. He blasts me again, this time with a bolt of desire that hits me straight between the legs, and I almost orgasm. One hand goes to the hem of my dress, and I start to pull it up. The other hand dives straight down the front of my granny panties, and I don’t have even one bit of embarrassment about them. All I know is