From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Cassian

I keep reading, turning page after page, feeling their roughness on the tips of my eyelids warns me that it’s time to rest.

my fingers. From

to

time,

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yawn finds

me, and the heaviness in

I close the book cover, leave it where I found it, and take refuge under the sheets, searching for the most comfortable position. I had barely closed my eyelids when a gust of icy air hit my face. At first, I think it must be one of the many drafts that sometimes pass through the castle, but this feeling lingers so much that I’m forced to sit up in bed.

I let out a sharp scream at the presence at the edge of my bed.

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He’s wearing his shirt open down to his sternum, the front stained with what at first I would have taken for wine. The mic smell tainting the air tells me otherwise. His eyes, as blue as the ocean, now look as black as a raven’s and stare at me with a mixture of amusement and ravenous hunger.

“Cassian?” My voice comes out strangled. “What are you doing here? Get out! This is not at all chivalrous

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The depth of his laugh sends chills through my body. I shrink back on the soft mattress, trying to press myself as far headboard of the bed. I hear the wood knocking against the wall. There’s no more space I can put between us, and he

What must I have done for the little beast of the castle to think I’m a gentleman?”

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thephie

possible against the

seems re

ready to close it.

“Leave. Please.”

He places his hands on either side of my legs, covered by the quilt. His body leans over like gesture makes his eyes travel to my neck. I hold my breath.

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swallow hard, and the

His body is nearly on top of mine, his breath so close I can feel it brushing my cheeks. The heart in my chest beats rapidly, betraying me. He doesn’t know how much this harms us–my pulse is calling to him like a siren’s song to a sailor. The darkness in his eyes gleams while the white of his fangs shows in a chilling smile. I watch his tongue slide along the edge of one as he scans my horrified face and lowers slowly to my neck. He stops where my pulse is pounding.

“We’re dragging this out too long, little beast.” He leans over me, and the edge of his nose brushes my chin. “It’s

time you let me taste you.”

My muscles go rigid, and I become aware of his weight on top of me. Even though his frame isn’t particularly broad and he doesn’t look like a warrior, the weight and hardness of his body reveal a defined musculature beneath his clothes. Plus, his nature makes him stronger than humans. He could rip a tree from the roots with a mere flick of his wrist.

“I don’t want to–I’m not ready,” I blurt out like an idiot.

“I don’t care.”

His gaze drops a few centimeters, pausing on the slight curves of my breasts that the nightgown does little to hide. I cross my arms over trying to cover my body and near–nakedness. A new, deep, and masculine laugh leaves his lips, making my stomach flutter.

my chest,

I bump the back of my head trying to pull away, and that brief moment of confusion is enough for Cassian to pull me down so that I’m lying completely on the mattress, his body over mine.

“Get out!” I pound at his chest. “You disgust me! Get away from me!”

His laughter drills into my ears as I feel the tickle of his breath against my skin and the brush of his nose, inhaling the scent of my neck.

Wasn’t he supposed to hate my smell?

That thought is pushed aside when I feel the edge of his fangs grazing the delicate skin of my throat, followed by the moistness of his tongue, as if tasting what he’s about to sink his teeth into. I writhe beneath him, trying to kick and hit him. Nothing seems to faze him–his body is a slab of granite on top of mine.

“I promise you’ll squirm more from pleasure than from pain,” he murmurs against my skin. “Stop being stubborn and enjoy.”

I’m about to scream something when his teeth sink into me.

I scream like a madwoman–and then I wake up.

It was a dream.

The sheets are a complete mess tangled between my legs, and it takes me a while to free myself from them. My nightgown clings to my sweaty back, and the hair on my temples seems to have met the same fate. I light a candle and approach the dressing table, which reflects my worn–out appearance. I’m covered in sweat everywhere, and my skin has taken on a yellowish hue.

I can’t help stretching my neck to check for any marks, something to prove it wasn’t a dream, but my skin is smooth and unbroken. I run my fingers over it, thankful that everything remains intact. The idea of being bitten by Cassian terrifies me–the warnings that his thirst is utterly insatiable

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The sun has yet to rise, and though I try to sleep again, the nightmare seems to replay every time I close my eyes. I recall every second, every word, every gesture. I can still feel his breath brushing my skin, the coldness of his body against mine, the sharp edge of his fangs.

I toss and turn in bed until dawn arrives. Then I begin to clean myself up as best I can, and I don’t know if they making at the vanity, but Clarissa and Naida appear to help me.

Soon after, I leave my room with the intention of visiting the library, certain that Cassian is currently

in

sense the mess I’m

his chambers, likely

I go down the main stairs and look for the hidden ones behind them that spiral down to a deserted, dusty, forgotten library. In my first days, I explored the castle looking for secret spots and remote places, and I ended up finding this staircase down to the library. There are others scattered throughout the castle, as much to my surprise–Cassian has a fondness for books. I don’t know if he’s an avid reader him look smarter and more sophisticated.

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