The Hybrid, The Prince, & I
“Then let’s burn together. End it with me, Zaq… in hate, in blood, in fire. Just don’t end it without me.”
Zaqriel’s answer wasn’t words.
His hand shot to the back of Nikolai’s neck, yanking him in, and their lips crashed.
And then... They devoured.
Teeth clashed, blood mixed, moans strangled between their mouths. They clawed, crushed, consumed each other like death had starved them, and this—this—was survival.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink.
The fire roared higher, shadows burning into the walls. And still they kissed. Brutal. Starving. Endless.