Taken

I had my oratory all prepared, subtle spell included. With Regan’s touch, resistance fled.

Kaia raked talons over scars, opening windows to the horror and pain that created them. Regan’s kisses swallowed tortured howls.

Hours passed.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Anguish.
Euphoria.
Dread.
Anticipation.
No release.

Marks of a hard life disappeared from flesh. Memory remained.

Kaia skirted magical motifs, then cut a fresh line. “Souvenir.”

I hadn’t bled ‘til then.

She licked the wound, fell back, wobbly. “You taste… wrong.”

“Surprise.”

Later, I found Nate drinking, cantankerous. Normal. “Seriously? I get mauled, and you have a threesome?”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

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