Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,15

take one step back, and then another.

“Where are you going?” she asks me, clinging to my hand when I try to release her.

“To ensure Dorian is never your problem again,” I tell her, turning to go.

She clutches my hand tighter instead of releasing me, and I stare ahead at the hallway, spotting various pairs of curious eyes peering around corners.

They all disappear when I catch their spying, but I remain rigid, as Violet steps in front of me. Staring over her head, I do all I can to hold my composure.

“You can’t go after Dorian. He feeds regularly, and you don’t feed at all.”

My eyes cut down to hers, and then they narrow.

“He put his hands on you. I’m Head of my family. You’re a daft girl, Violet Carmine, if you think I’m not going to go after him. When I’m done with him—”

“He did this to intentionally provoke you,” she cuts in, almost sounding angry. “Don’t play right into his hands because you’re pissed off.”

A humorless laugh bubbles out of me, and my head drops back. “Pissed off?” I ask, my laughter quickly tapering off, as my mind stirs with wild images of all the terribly painful things I wish I could do to him right now. “I’m afraid I’m well beyond that point, Violet. Stop forgetting who I am. I’m an alpha, and you’re the woman I intend to claim—”

She kisses me so suddenly that it catches me off guard, and she climbs up me, her legs effectively clamping around my waist. I break the kiss, my hand cupping her cheek, as I glare at her.

Her gaze stays fixed to mine, and her legs tighten around my waist.

“I’m still mad at you, but if you’re not going to let me talk you out of this, then you’re damn well going to feed until you’re strong enough to take him,” she says on a hushed breath, eyes determined and expression deadly serious.

“I’m not going to use your body for a feeding just after my brother—”

The damn woman won’t let me finish a sentence before her lips are back on mine, fingers twisting in my hair. She almost succeeds in making me forget how very on edge I am right now.

My eyes slowly open, as her lips break away from mine, her breathing heavy as those scared, worried eyes stay fixed to gaze.

“I’m mad at you right now, but I’ll get over it. However, if you go into this fight without feeding, just because you want to underestimate what I can and can’t handle, and end up losing everything you have because of me, I’ll never forgive you for putting that on my conscience. If you really plan on claiming me one day, you better feed on me before you do anything stupid.”

She kisses me again, and this time, I hesitate for only a moment before I kiss her back, unable to help myself.

She moans into my mouth, body grinding against mine, as the pheromones start driving their way into her veins, warming her from the inside.

“Take selfishly,” she whispers across my lips. “This is for your pleasure. Not mine. Take as much as you need.” She pauses her words, greedily drinking me in, as I carry her away from the office and to the bed in her room, kicking the door shut behind me on my way.

“Take more than you need,” she amends, her touch growing more insistent, as she rips my shirt open.

I drop her to the bed, and she tears my shirt open the rest of the way, shoving it over my shoulders.

“Take as much as you can stand,” she almost begs, as fresh tears rim her eyes.

I’ve begged for death more nights than I can remember. I even dropped to my knees and prayed for it.

She’s the first thing to give me a purpose in too long to remember, and I keep almost losing her.

“When I finish destroying Dorian, you’re going to be my Flame,” I tell her very seriously.

She smiles up at me, only a single tear escaping her lids. “Only if you stop pissing me off so much.”

I nip her lips with more playfulness, trying to comfort her, as I hold my own emotions at bay.

I’ll feed, and when I’m done, I’ll ensure no Morpheous—by name or by blood—ever touches her again.

Tearing her pants down her legs, I return my lips to hers, kissing her the way I’ve wanted to since the day I met her. Kissing her the way I should have those