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She held a warning finger out to hiled to her feet "You stay the hell away froed nearer "You are afraid of me" Greta didn’t trust herself to speak She needed hiht his After the first day, he’d been nothing but kind to her Never raising his voice, never grabbing or threatening her
He’d gone shopping for her; he’d done everything right Dreas people experience, desire, and fear It et jumbled in too
She had no illusions he wanted to keep her around, and she didn’t want to sleep with hiless ritual biology had set up as a physical act with no feeling If she was going to be physical with sos that came with it She wanted him to care
"I’ past her, and she wondered what had caused the confused expression to come to his face
"You’re conflicted," he said after a moment
"I’m not conflicted I just want control of my own damn body" Her voice quivered es and passed through the gate before detouring to her room She shut and locked the door
Moments later there was a quiet knock
Greta’s need flowed through her It thrashed about like a live wire de it was beco to soothe it away She needed him inside her now
"Greta, let me help you You can’t make it until tomorrow," Dayne said reasonably froe of the bed, her nails digging into the sheets, rending long tears in thelad at least one of thehten you I don’t want to open the door with ic But I’m not sure I can stay out here and listen to you howl like that"
She hadn’t realized she’d beenvocalizations Sounds that could be either pleasure or pain At this point, even she couldn’t decipher the tangled web of sensations running through her She left the bed without conscious thought and crawled to the door Her fingernails dug into the wood as she pressed her ear to the flat panel listening to him while he spoke soft words of reassurance She panted as she breathed in his scent
Greta ripped the clothes fro too hot She couldn’t think A horrible sound tore froh the door if you don’t open it"
She wanted hi so she wouldn’t have to make the choice to throw herself at him Let him be the one on a conquest, not her
"Greta"
She couldn’t forht that would translate itself into a sentence The only words that wanted to work their way through her brain were, "Please fuck e All she had to do was move a few inches, and unlock the door One tiny little turn
Her hand reached out, and she pulled it away, biting her botto the door Ten
nineeightsevensixfive" She unlocked the door
"fourthreetwo" She opened the door
Dayne’s clothes had already been stripped off She wanted to say he’d been presue words like presumptuous couldn’t be processed in her near feral state She pounced on his around his waist
He walked theyptian cotton sheets again"
"Please," she breathed They both knew she wasn’t asking for sheets
Chapter Eight
RETA’S eyes shot open Her heart palpitated wildly, Gthruh her chest Blood pounded in her ears
Dayne’s arainst hiain, this time more vivid than before Yet, despite her fear, she’d held onto her human form
She wanted to stay wrapped in Dayne’s warmth forever, but she forced herself to move He was the face of her death; there were no doubts now Getting the sanore It was prophetic Dayne was the one holding the ritual knife that spilled her blood