Rejected (Shadow Beast Shifters #1) - Jaymin Eve Page 0,115

rape drug,” I slurred, my head fuzzy as flames started to burn in my toes and fingertips before raging through my body.

“No,” he said bluntly. “Your mind is not able to fight as a fae would. The music is encouragement, not mind control. But clearly, it’s hitting you hard.”

I heard him mutter something about virgins and the like, but I was too far gone to care. Just as the fire was about to explode in my center, having filled the rest of me, he dumped my ass in a shower and turned the water on icy cold, soaking me completely.

“You must fight the fire, Mera,” he said seriously.

My strangled laugh told him everything. I didn’t have a damn hope in hell.

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The icy shock of water did help me momentarily regain my composure. The fire, while still roaring through my veins and body, was muted enough that I could pull myself up and push the long, sopping strands of hair off my face. Shadow was framed in the doorway of the large, copper-lined shower, staring down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

Normally, this would be the point that embarrassment made itself known—I’d tried to literally get myself off in front of him. But I couldn’t muster up anything other than a moan as more arousal pulsed inside. The music surged stronger and my body arched in time to the beat. The cold water hurt as it hit me, but it wasn’t enough to fight the pull.

“Just leave,” I bit out, my hands scrambling to pull my clothing off. They were chafing against my sensitive skin. “Let me take care of this without someone staring down at me like a disapproving father.”

Not that I remembered what having one of those was like.

Shadow did his rumble chest thing, sounding frustrated and annoyed.

“I’m not doing this on purpose,” I screamed, and somehow tears were streaming down my cheeks at the same time. Hopefully, he couldn’t tell with the water.

“You will get no relief from your own touch,” he finally said, and then he was under the water with me. The moment the water ran down his face, following the planes of his perfect features, I cried out.

“You’re not helping,” I said, sucking in air and getting a half-lung full of water. Everything about him stimulated my senses. Shadow and this music combined were lethal to me and my hormones—I couldn’t fight either individually, and together, there was no chance in hell.

“You need me or you won’t make it through tonight,” he said roughly.

That caught my attention through the haze in my head. “What do you mean?”

Eyes as red as the lava that had been outside the window met mine. Not just met but locked on to and claimed. “You know exactly what I’m saying, Sunshine. You cannot handle the entire song… It will get worse.”

“Why can’t we leave?” I cried as my back arched again, and because Shadow was in the shower with me, I ended up plastered to his leg, my body trying to contort itself to ease the pain.

“It’s too late to leave,” he said.

Before I could say another word, he sank down on his knees before me, and I gasped as he came as close as he could. “I will help you. For this one day only.”

I groaned, the tears still falling, and my hope that he hadn’t noticed was dashed as he reached forward and brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping them away. “The pain is fleeting,” he reminded me. “And I will replace it with pleasure.”

“Please,” I begged.

“You will hate me tomorrow,” he said, “but I can live with that. What I don’t want to see is you suffering when I can stop it.”

“I’m not drugged,” I reminded him, words getting hard through the throbbing in my body. “My mind is clear. My vagina, on the other hand, is not a happy camper.” With those words, the ache in my pussy increased to the point my hands were heading that way again.

Shadow caught them in both of his as a slow grin tilted up his lips. “Let’s make her happy then.”

Thank the fucking gods.

My shirt at this point was half over my head and Shadow wasted no time ripping it off. When I was just left in a black bra, breasts heaving as I continued trying to fill my lungs with air, he stared down at me.

No doubt I looked like a drowned rat, but the flames burned hotter in his eyes, and I took