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Brass silently fought for control, flexing against the dark demands of his rage. Every time he tried to blink it away, however, temptation would flare up in the form of Molly’s mouth molding to the coffee cup he’d offered her at the restaurant. Thoughts pummeled him, needs that were not his own and never had been. Temptations surged to the surface with the memory of each of her swallows. Earlier, his angel fire had responded, giving strength to his remaining shards of humanity. Celestial powers born of the Eternal Flame, the source of all light and life in existence, had surged through his system, helping him beat back the devious desires of his curse.
Molly’s perfect lips stretched wide over his cock.
His fingers entangled in her silken hair knotted at the nape as he fed her more and more of him.
Hips brutally thrusting into the warm cavern of her mouth.
It hadn’t just been a battle to suppress it all but a fucking crusade, and it had cost him every ounce of willpower he had. It was only by some miracle of the mages that he’d kept his fire from his eyes earlier, especially under her timid perusal of him. Yes, he’d seen her watching and cataloged every eyelash flutter as she’d tried to steal her shy glimpses. If he’d had the strength, he’d have dived headfirst into the examination of her assessment. Studied whether her pupils dilated when her gaze touched upon his body and for how long. Analyzed the bright flush of her cheeks when he couldn’t help but move closer.
Now, however, his energy was more than spent, and trapped alone in the car with her was the absolute last place he could afford to be.
He needed to be underground beneath the mountains while the minerals and elements soaked into his spirit, strengthening his soul and recharging his celestial power. Not here, not with her and that gorgeous, sinful, fucking devious little mouth . . .
She doesn’t smile for you, but others smile for her. Many others.
Veins throbbed in Brass’s temple, and he whipped his head away from her, burying it against his collar as he quietly beat back his torrential temper.
Others have smiled at her. Kissed her. Touched her. Fucked her.
Sweat slicked his palms as he fought to hang on to the steering wheel while his mind spun out of control.
How many males? One? Several?
“No,” he breathed, shaking.
Males. Many many males. Kissing her. Touching her. Taking her.
Flames of rage erupted in Brass’s eyes. His lips peeled back against the onslaught, and he snarled, roaring into the windshield in an unrecognizable sound.
A horn blared long and low.
Molly gasped and threw her hands against the dashboard. “Brass!”
Her cry of fear, combined with her sudden movement in his periphery, slammed into his consciousness. The red haze of rage subsided, and the luminescent glow of the red traffic light before them once again filled his vision, along with the car that was careening toward them from the left.
“Shit!” Brass’s foot found the brake pedal while he braced his arm in front of Molly, securing her to the seat. Tires screeched, and Brass spun the wheel at the last moment to narrowly avoid clipping the hood of the other car as it sped past.
Once their car slowed to a stop, Molly sucked in several ragged breaths. “What the hell was that?”
“I . . . I thought the light had changed,” Brass admitted quickly. Only after her breaths had returned to a more regular rhythm against the cage of his arm did he pull away from her and slowly maneuver her car through the traffic as if he hadn’t just almost killed them. “Are you hurt?”
“No, no I’m fine. Just spooked.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve never— That is, my mind was elsewhere for a moment. It was inexcusable.” He tried to keep the venom out of the woefully inadequate words.
An ominous chill seeped into his bones through the silence, amplifying the severity of what his loss of control meant. One minute, he was idly admiring Molly; the next, he was somewhere else entirely, trapped through eyes that were both his and not his. His soul’s fire had thrashed wildly in alert against the prison of his body, but not even his celestial power could crack the facade. Every Empyrean power had been lashed down tight, tethered to his humanity in the same fashion his curse’s rage had been originally contained.
Originally contained, yes, but soon no longer.
For those few horrid moments, Brass had truly glimpsed what was in store for him if he couldn’t find a cure.
Eternal consciousness through brutal imprisonment.
“This is all my fault!” Molly’s desperate cry pulled him free of his wretched internal analysis.
He blinked. Surely, he hadn’t heard her right. “Molly, I almost ran a red light. The fault is entirely?—”
“No!” Her terrorized scream punched through his thoughts, spiking a new fear in his belly. “You see, this is exactly what happens!”
