Rejected (Shadow Beast Shifters #1) - Jaymin Eve Page 0,114
settled into the shape of a wolf, his other features morphed as well. His face grew elongated as his arms extended, claws protruding from his fingertips.
My heart raced, a natural fear response. This was the Shadow Beast in all of his glory—or at least ninety percent of it. The shadow fire version of him was truly a sight to behold.
“Shadow,” I murmured as he rose to his feet, standing twelve feet tall, the darkness of devils dancing around his body while flames soared higher.
“There will be no forgive and forget,” he rumbled, and with each word, the wolf in his face and voice was more pronounced. “I need that door open so I can tear them all to shreds and dance on their graves.”
I was on my feet too, feeling a great need to submit. The sheer power he was throwing off as the beast overtook the man, along with the rumble of his voice, almost sent me to my knees. This was the beast who had created shifters, the one who was feared and revered and loved by shifters the world over.
“I will help you open the doorway,” I promised, meaning every word of it. “For the first time, this task truly makes sense to me. I get why you’ve kept me around now… I’m the only one in all this time who has been able to bypass the spell on the door. A spell keeping you from your land, family, and destiny.”
He’d finally started to calm; the fire retreated, and his face returned to the darkly handsome man, versus the ferocious majestic beast. As it switched back, I could finally relax, not being drawn forward by the power of his fire wolf. Truth be told, I didn’t know which side of him I preferred, and I had no idea what it meant that I was hoping to see him properly wolf out again sometime soon.
He stalked closer to me, energy riding across his skin as he shed the beast. “You are the first being in a thousand years to be able to touch the Shadow Realm,” he told me in his deeper-than-should-be-possible voice. “I don’t know how or why… You’re like nothing I’ve ever found in my lifetime, and I don’t know what to make of you.”
Moving forward, I was unable to fight the urge any longer. Shadow had broken the control he’d had over himself, and in doing so, called me so strongly, I could not resist. His gaze was cautiously curious, watching closely but not stopping me. Right before I touched him, a low melodic tune drifted in through the library.
Shadow froze, his head jerking toward the window, where the view from what we could see was nothing but a purple haze of sky. “Fuck!” he said in snap. “Len, you idiot.”
“What is it?” I got out, fear choking my voice.
He growled, his entire chest rumbling. “It’s the Faerie lunar moon. Their five moons will converge into one, and upon this land, the time of fertility will begin.”
Forcing a rough swallow down my parched throat, I took a shaking step toward the window. “Time of fertility?”
The music increased, louder, faster, and I groaned, my weakened knees giving out on me as I hit the floor, my body inexplicably alight with pleasure and pain. The low burn of arousal that I often felt was nothing compared to this new surge of want and need in my body.
“Gods,” I cried out, my legs trembling as my hands slid down my body, heading right for my aching pussy in a desperate need to relieve the tension.
“Mera,” Shadow said, stepping closer. “You must fight the temptation.”
My hands shook, and I could tell when I forced myself to sit up that my panties were soaked as fuck. The material rubbed against my clit and I legitimately almost came.
“I can’t fight this,” I said with a whimpering cry. “It hurts.”
The ache was like a stab in my stomach, and no matter how I moved or twisted, nothing eased the pain. Shadow wrenched me up into his arms, and then he was running, heading away from the windows. But there was no way to escape the music. It floated on magical winds, carried by the dust of Faerie, and had been designed to weave through the very essence of our being.
“Fae are fertile only once or twice a year,” Shadow bit out, sounding like he was talking just to keep me distracted. “They use this music to encourage new growth.”