Yildiz isn’t in her room, which isn’t unusual, but instinct is telling me something is wrong. I can feel it deep in my being that something is wrong with Yildiz. I focus all my thoughts on Yildiz and right away I find myself in what appears to be an infirmary. A massive and luxurious infirmary with hundreds of beds, but I’m only concerned with one. I can smell Yildiz’s blood in the air and while part of me finds it alluring, another part is enraged by it. If he hurt her… “What the hell is going on?” I almost growl out as I step towards the bed surrounded by irshiusts. As soon as I speak they all turn to me taking a defensive stance around something that makes me feel like my heart has been ripped out and pulverised. Yildiz is lying unconscious as two makkares appear to be healing her. I want to throw up. I don’t even know if I can throw up, but I want to. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” demands an irshiust with soft Korean features, peachy-white skin with glittering gold a
Osiah still hasn’t returned, but I’m not worried. He wasn’t lying when he said he would return, so I have faith that he will. The man sure loves to test my patience but I’ll crack his hard exterior soon enough. I’ll find my way to the chewy middle and learn all his secrets… now I have a craving for some künefe. I wonder if we have any left in the kitchen. To keep myself busy and distracted I’m once again in the library. This time I’m multi-tasking. I’m looking through books that have a historical account of certain magics that have been used over the centuries, focusing specifically on dream magic. I’ve found a few that come close to my situation, but there aren’t enough similarities to lead me to believe they are the same. I’m also looking through what we have on the Orraikam and its history, to see if that might shed a light on who went near it. Every twelve hours my sisters swap shifts guarding the Orraikam and since we’ve been guarding it there hasn’t been another break-in, but
The moon is full and high in the sky, illuminating the garden around me with its brilliant glow. I’m standing on a large, round platform that is a large Turkish mosaic and surrounding me are gorgeous flowers in bloom. The garden is filled with colour, each one looking ethereal and majestic in the light of the moon. I never knew the garden looked so stunning. I can see the Kartheca in the distance, but no lights are on, making the castle appear cold and desolate, sending a chill through my bones. “So beautiful and fragile, much like yourself,” I hear a familiar voice behind me. I slowly turn and standing admiring some purple crocuses is the bastard who continues to take the face of my animai. He wants me to hate him, to fear him. He can take his face, but he’ll never be Osiah in all the ways that matter. He can’t replicate all the things that identify Osiah to me. Without those things, I will never believe he is Osiah. “Why are you doing this to me?” I demand, standing my ground, “I k
“I’ve never spoken to anyone about this. There are people who know, but it wasn’t because I told them, so this makes you the first,” I begin as I sit up and drag my hands down my face. The moment my life went to shit has played itself over and over in my nightmares. I look back on that night and think of all the ways I would change it, but I can’t. “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere,” she assures me as she sits up with me. She’s looking at me with so much patience. Not an ounce of judgement on her face. Yet. She reaches out, takes my hand, and intertwines her fingers with mine sending glorious heat through my palm. She’s soothing me and keeping me grounded and for that I’m grateful. I reach out and gently brush my thumb against her glittering, freckled cheek and watch her eyes gently close. I’ll never get tired of that reaction. “I’m a monster, Yildiz,” I say flatly, causing her to open her eyes, “But I wasn’t always like this.” I take in a deep breath and relax a little when s
Her hands fist my shirt as she rips it from my body, and I respond by lifting her by her ass. Our lips continue their rhythm as she wraps her legs around me and with one hand I rip her blouse open. As she removes the tattered fabric from her torso my hand cups and squeezes her right breast and she lets out a salacious moan that goes right to my groin. I move us pressing her against the glass that surrounds her room as I trail my kisses down her jaw and down to her neck. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper as I suck her earlobe between my lips and press my hardened cock against her. She lets out a soft moan as she fists her fingers into my hair, “You… inside me. Right now,” she demands breathlessly. Effortlessly I rip her bra from her body and admire her spectacular full breasts as they rise and fall with every breath she takes. I lean my head down and take one of her dark nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue as she mewls from my touch. I want to hear her like
For the first time in weeks, I was sleeping peacefully. Not just peacefully, this was the best night's sleep of my existence. That was until something started to stir me awake. It felt like pressure against my skull followed by a crawling sensation. I could feel something was trying to get in my head and I knew instantly what it was. I’m half asleep, but I can feel my heart start to pound and panic setting in as this bastard tries to force his way into my head. Just when I think I’m going to open my eyes to a sight I shouldn’t be able to see, I feel Osiah’s arms tighten around me and a warm energy surround me, and as quick as it came the pressure disappears. I manage to make my eyes flutter open a little, and as I do I can just make out this stunning azure-blue energy flowing from Osiah and surrounding me. I don’t know if it’s because of our bond or if it’s just him, but somehow he’s protecting me. From his breathing, he sounds asleep but still, he’s protecting me. I smile and relax
When I finally wake up again, my limbs feel like jelly. Like every muscle has been relaxed into a floppy, jelly mass that brings a smile to my face and a tingle to my toes. I feel Osiah’s arm wrapped around me and him still nestled inside me and it makes me feel like I’ve found my home. I’ve always felt the Kartheca was my home, and physically it was, but being with Osiah is like my essram has found its home. I can feel something tying us together, it’s weak, like a thin thread trying to reach between us, but it’s not strong enough yet. Even though our bond isn’t complete I can feel the slightest echo of his feelings moving through me. I swear I could feel love mixed in with guilt, but I can’t be sure. Osiah tightens his hold on me and kisses my neck softly, “If you keep moving and stretching, I’m going to get hard again,” he mumbles against my flesh. I chuckle, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he says. I reluctantly let him slip out of me as
I could have handled that a lot better. She was asking me questions she had every right to ask and instead of saying I’m terrified if I bite you I’ll rip your throat out, or given the uniqueness of what I am, I have no idea what that would do to you if I completed our bond. It’s literally never been done. I could have said that; I should have said that and because I didn’t I got kicked out of her room and a door slammed in my face. Two things that have never happened to me before. “So when are you going to tell her?” a voice says from my right. I turn to see Yildiz’s sister – Nuray I think her name was – leaning against the wall with her arms folded and giving me a death stare. I was so distracted from getting kicked out I didn’t even notice her approach. “Excuse me?” I ask in irritation. I don’t have time for her issues, I have an angry animai to deal with, and I’m shirtless. “I know who you really are, and I know you haven’t told Yildiz because if you had, she would have told me,”