Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,9
like her.
My cock grows hard as we stare at one another, exchanging silent messages.
She’s desperate to escape. I’m desperate for her.
Jade studies my face as I struggle to conceal the euphoria spreading through me. Like the strongest narcotic, the stirring of my power intoxicates me. Without releasing her, I glide the tips of my fingers along her calf, stopping halfway to run my thumb over the soft skin in a caress. She stiffens and turns her face away, but I’m not perturbed because I know she will belong to me soon.
Because she is my mate, my chosen one.
As my entire body vibrates with the unseen energy of my power, I grit my teeth, unsure how I can keep it from manifesting. My veins feel as though enlarged and my palms tingle like they’ve recently regained blood flow. I clench my free hand as a current of power streams through me, hoping to stifle it.
However, I’m not successful.
The creature next to me grabs Jade’s other ankle, and instinct demands that I do something, the consequences be damned. I’m in agreement, but I can’t allow the seduction of my abilities to endanger my mate. So I unfurl my fist, releasing the tiniest tendril of black smoke to rise, and then shift my focus onto Jade’s attacker. Even with the dim lighting, the alien hisses as the blood in his veins turns onyx and spreads, creating a dark web underneath flesh. He retracts his hand, and satisfaction swells in my chest. With a grumble, the male eyes Jade, the hate in his gaze clear, and storms off.
Once again she glances my way, her green eyes piercing me more sharply than Koraxian steel. I’m not sure if she suspects I’m the reason the male left her cage, making me the hero, or if she’s now suspicious of me. I return her stare, and for once, my smirk doesn’t automatically appear. In its place is a look of determination to get her away from here.
Despite the raging need to unleash my power on everyone who’s a threat to Jade, I force myself to withdraw my hold on her leg. I’ve already touched her longer than I should’ve. When I blend into the crowd, instinctively shrouding myself in shadow, it’s obvious she cannot see me any longer.
But not once do I take my eyes off her.
My patience thins as someone takes my place by her cage. As before, a male reaches through the gold bars to grab Jade, and for once in my life, I understand Blaze a little better, vowing to take that revelation to the grave. As though I’m a Fireblood, my rage burns wildly, heating my every breath with a fury I’ve never experienced. My power coils in my core and then shoots through me, leaving my fingertips to soar in the air. Like a pair of undulating asps, the black swirls weave around the other creatures and then vanish upon impact once they reach the person tugging Jade’s foot. He stiffens, and a sickened delight comes over me as I watch him wither before my eyes, his life force draining away. Someone once likened a Darkblood’s power to being poisoned, and now that I’m witnessing it for myself, I’m inclined to agree.
Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how I decide to view the situation—the male does not die. He does stagger away from Jade’s cage, and those around him clear a path and murmur among themselves. Some even take a retreating step, falsely assuming Jade is the source of the attack. This can work in my favor if the competitors are too scared to purchase her.
A tall, bulky male waltzes up to Jade without hesitation and snatches her ankle. Unlike me, he squeezes her to the point of pain, her suffering made clear by the frantic look on her face and the way she attempts to pry his hand away.
This male put himself on my radar by daring to touch my mate, but he has signed his death warrant by hurting her. And that warrant will be fulfilled immediately.
The smile that slides across my lips is pure satisfaction as my power connects with the male and disappears, causing the appearance of black streaks that are stark under his cerulean skin. He sucks in a breath and grips the cage with his free hand but has yet to release Jade. She no longer struggles, and her attention is fixed on the male in an almost peculiar way. His quiet moan has me jerking back in