"Lochlann..."
He wrapped an arm around her as Cecelia crawled into his lap. She rubbed her thumb across his lower lip, her eyes half lidded, and there was something familiar about her grin.
Of course, he should know what predatory grins look like, but Lochlann was too drunk to place what it was. She didn't need to do much to keep Lochlann's attention on her; he was putty in her hands.
"People come in here to escape. Row after rows of fairies, goblins and monsters trying to forget they're fairies, goblins and monsters. What about you? What are you trying to accomplish? What's your biggest desire?"
Since she'd already fucked him, his mind didn't instantly go to the thought of her naked, but it did wind up there. She picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles one by one, and Lochlann blinked slowly, trying to really focus on what she was saying through the fog in his head.
"You see, I left out some vital information earlier — I'm a demon that grants wishes. What wish do you want to come true?"
One thing that he wanted more than anything?
Part of him thought that he should question why Cecelia would make him this offer. He'd read enough books to know that wishes weren't free, but he was too high and the elixer wouldn't let him lie, so the words came tumbling out of his mouth like smoke from a cigarette.
"I don't want to be an addict anymore."
Lochlann didn't seem to have realized he'd said it. In Lochlann's mind, he swore he said, I don't want to kill and eat women anymore.
There was so much behind that wish.
Lochlann was walking a fine line. If he got expelled again, he was basically out of options, and there would be no place for him back at home. If he returned as a failure, he'd be killed. He wanted a normal relationship. He wanted to not turn into a horse in the rain. He wanted to fuck someone without worrying about when he'd drag the down to the river and drown them because he couldn't help himself. He wanted to wake up without his hands shaking, his heart pounding, consumed by some kind of need that he could only sate with sex and bloodshed.
Like an addict, though, Lochlann's thoughts were already back on her body, and how warm and soft it was pressed up against him. He whispered, "I would do anything for that."
He wrapped an arm around her as Cecelia crawled into his lap. She rubbed her thumb across his lower lip, her eyes half lidded, and there was something familiar about her grin.
Of course, he should know what predatory grins look like, but Lochlann was too drunk to place what it was. She didn't need to do much to keep Lochlann's attention on her; he was putty in her hands.
"People come in here to escape. Row after rows of fairies, goblins and monsters trying to forget they're fairies, goblins and monsters. What about you? What are you trying to accomplish? What's your biggest desire?"
Since she'd already fucked him, his mind didn't instantly go to the thought of her naked, but it did wind up there. She picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles one by one, and Lochlann blinked slowly, trying to really focus on what she was saying through the fog in his head.
"You see, I left out some vital information earlier — I'm a demon that grants wishes. What wish do you want to come true?"
One thing that he wanted more than anything?
Part of him thought that he should question why Cecelia would make him this offer. He'd read enough books to know that wishes weren't free, but he was too high and the elixer wouldn't let him lie, so the words came tumbling out of his mouth like smoke from a cigarette.
"I don't want to be an addict anymore."
Lochlann didn't seem to have realized he'd said it. In Lochlann's mind, he swore he said, I don't want to kill and eat women anymore.
There was so much behind that wish.
Lochlann was walking a fine line. If he got expelled again, he was basically out of options, and there would be no place for him back at home. If he returned as a failure, he'd be killed. He wanted a normal relationship. He wanted to not turn into a horse in the rain. He wanted to fuck someone without worrying about when he'd drag the down to the river and drown them because he couldn't help himself. He wanted to wake up without his hands shaking, his heart pounding, consumed by some kind of need that he could only sate with sex and bloodshed.
Like an addict, though, Lochlann's thoughts were already back on her body, and how warm and soft it was pressed up against him. He whispered, "I would do anything for that."
