activated, which meant for the next few hours, my eyesight would be utter shit up close. I repeatedly blinked, trying to force it to revert to my heightened sight, but failed. I closed my eyes tight because the head pain would worsen from seeing triple of everything if I didn’t.
Moon-sight was the ability to see within the darkness, fed to us by the moon. If the moon were only a mere sliver, we wouldn’t be able to see into the darkness. Tonight, though, it was a crescent moon, allowing me to use it’s light because it wasn’t a full moon. Firelight didn’t affect me, but being trapped in a room with lanterns lit forced my vision to swim after being in the dark for so long. Plus, the pain was piercing my skull.
Something pushed against my lips, and I groaned, turning my head, which, of course, opened my thighs more. My eyes opened, narrowing as one hand gripped my jaw tight, and the other pushed a finger against my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered.
The scent of moonflower dust hit my senses, and I opened my lips, moving my tongue over his finger, covered in the substance.
Torrin hissed the moment my lips closed around it, licking every speck from his finger until my teeth skimmed the offending intrusive appendage. I licked more until I was certain I’d consumed all the dust, slowly dancing my tongue around the finger he’d pushed in between my lips. Biting down, I enjoyed the hiss of pain that escaped him. His hand against my jaw tightened, applying pressure until my mouth opened to release the bleeding finger.
I opened my eyes to find him studying my lips while my tongue darted out, dragging over them to claim the dust and blood left behind. To the Moon Clan, moonflower dust was addictive and caused our bodies to heat and burn with need. It was an aphrodisiac but also a cure that remedied moon-sight sickness, among other things.
“I want to know how the fuck you got into my head and could see my memories,” Torrin demanded and then snorted when I just continued staring at him. His hand lowered, and his fingers pinched the muscle of my thighs that connected my sex to my leg.
I gasped, crying out as he watched me through impassive eyes that studied my reaction. I closed my lips and stared at him in an open challenge. His other hand lifted to pinch the other side as knuckles skimmed over my sex, and I trembled violently, which caused his eyes to drop to where my body clenched with need.
It wasn’t something that I’d meant to do. My response to his touch had been a knee-jerk reaction that had made my entire body clamp down with desire. Torrin’s eyes narrowed to angry slits, and he stood abruptly, moving toward the chair across from me. He ran his thumb over his bottom lip before he grunted and steepled his hands in front of his mouth.
“What the fuck does your king want with the Sacred Library?” I demanded, uncaring that I wasn’t in a prime position to interrogate him, but, hey, obviously I had to try. Right?
“How the fuck did you get into my head, little girl?” he countered.
“I’m not little. You’re an ogre, Torrin.” Those frost-colored eyes lifted to lock with mine, holding them prisoner as a sinfully dark smirk played on his lips.
“Did you enjoy watching me fuck her?” he countered huskily.
I swallowed hard, dropping my eyes to the monstrous cock that had been pounding into the woman, who hadn’t been tiny by any means. She’d been much larger than me, and she’d had actual tears of pain escaping her eyes. He’d craved violence, which should have horrified me, yet it hadn’t in the least bit.
Curiously, he hadn’t finished with her while she’d come twice in the matter of moments I’d watched her through his memories. That, and the map, had been worth the pain I endured to reach inside the mind of someone and see what or who they were. Normally, they never knew I was inside their minds, but Torrin felt me there immediately. It was disturbing and a little unflattering how quickly he’d sensed me searching his memories.
We were at an impasse. His eyes searched my face while I felt the telltale sign of a blush, heating my pale cheeks. Torrin’s lips curved into a knowing smirk that I wanted to slap from his face. Violently.
“You undressed me,” I stated, not bothering to frame it