Niyx Samantha Kroese (i am malala young readers edition .TXT) 📖

killed my step-father. You helped get my real father captured.“ Callistra put her hands on her hips, fire flashing in her eyes.

Onyx could not help himself. He was drawn to that fire like a moth to a flame. Using his supernatural speed, he shoved her gently back into the room and slammed the door behind them. Then he pressed her up against it, seeking her lips with his.

At first, she struggled, but slowly gave in to the kiss, entwining her fingers in his hair and melting against him. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless and she just gawked at him with wide eyes. Then she recovered and slapped him, yanking herself away from him. “How dare you?”

Onyx licked his lips, still tasting hers. He wanted more. So much more. He barely even registered the slap. “I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

“You can have any woman you want. Go find someone else.” Callistra wiped her mouth on her sleeve, shivering as she sat down on the edge of the bed, clearly shaken.

“You are the one I want,” Onyx insisted as he followed her. He knelt in front of her to look into her eyes, searching them. “I know you want me too. I can smell it on you; I can hear it in the way your heart is racing. Why are you fighting it?”

“I don’t want you,” she murmured but in the same moment she gently put her hands on the sides of his face and drew him up into another kiss. When she pulled back, she threw him down onto the bed and started to unbutton his shirt, leaning close. “It’s such a lovely shirt, I’d hate for something to happen to it.”

“I have a dozen like it. Please let something happen to it,” he muttered in response, breathless as she straddled him. He wasn’t used to this. He was used to having the control. Her taking it from him drove him crazy with lust.

She snarled and ripped the shirt off him and tossed it aside, then her hands were down his pants, grabbing, stroking. He gasped and surrendered to it, content to let her do whatever she wanted to him. Just as she got him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to get on with things, she gave him an evil smirk, got up, and backed away.

Onyx stared at her, confused. Then he scowled. “Hey, you can’t get me all fired up like that then walk away.”

Callistra gave him a cool look, walked to the door and opened it, then pointed. “Get out of here.”

Onyx used his Night Creature magic to rip the door from her hands and slam it shut. Then he used it to yank her back to him as he finished undressing. “Stop being ridiculous. You just proved you want it, so take it.”

Callistra stared at him, caught off guard. Then she undressed as well and threw him back down in a fevered passion. Even as they fell tangled and desperate on the bed, she grasped at his neck, lips close to his ear. In between her gasps of pleasure, she whispered. “I don’t want you, Onyx. I just want your body. You’re a jerk. You’re arrogant and rude,” She cut herself off with a loud moan as he pleased her especially well.

He snorted in amusement and threw her on the bed as she surrendered completely to him. “Tell me my flaws after we’re done,” he growled in her ear then bit her neck to taste her as they lost themselves in passion.

Much later he jerked awake, unable to remember falling asleep. Their bodies were still tangled, and she slept peacefully against his chest, her brilliant red hair caressing his bare skin.

She woke when he brushed the hair back from her forehead and her cheeks flushed as she stared at him. Then she smacked his chest and sat up, scowling. “How dare you be so good at that?”

Onyx smirked at her and rested his hands behind his head, stretching lazily. “I have to be good for something, right?”

“I hate you!” She growled then got up to gather her clothes. She pulled her shirt on, then stared at him, looking lost. “I think I love you too. What did you do to me?”

“Come back here, and I’ll show you again,” he suggested, as winked at her.

She growled and threw his pants at him. “No, sir. I believe you promised me dinner. I didn’t eat like some Night Creature did during our fun.”

Onyx licked the remnants of her sweet blood from his fangs then pulled on his pants. “All right.” He rolled to his feet, picked up his shredded shirt, and looked at her through it, raising a brow. “ You utterly destroyed my shirt and you think I’m the animal?”

Callistra turned red again and stomped her foot. “You’re incorrigible! Aren’t you supposed to be charming?”

“Only when I’m being fake and trying to seduce someone. This is the real me. Enjoy it; few get to see it.” Onyx shrugged as he strolled to the door. An odd expression crossed her face, and he raised a brow at her. “What?”

“That’s kind of sad,” Callistra murmured and turned to find a brush arrange her hair.

“It’s the truth. I’ve never had anyone I trusted enough that I could be myself.” Onyx leaned against the wall, watching her.

She closed her eyes and paused. “Neither could I. So, I was myself to try to drive you away. It didn’t work like it has with all the other men.”

“No,” Onyx laughed. “It drove me crazy wanting you.”

“Wonderful. Guess I’m stuck with you.” Callistra rolled her eyes, but it was clear she was mostly teasing. Mostly. She walked over to him then laced her arm through his. “Let’s go to dinner.”

“I should get a shirt,” he reminded her.

She trailed her nails across his bare chest in a way that made him shiver as she leaned close to whisper. “You don’t need one.” Then she tugged on