Chapter 52: Marks of Possession 2
Micah’s POV
Noah’s jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his cheeks twitched violently. His nostrils flared, his eyes going completely hollow and lethal. The unhinged madness swirling in his pupils sent a paralyzing wave of cold dread straight down into my gut.
"I’m going to kill him," Noah whispered, his voice dropping into a deadly, flat calm that was infinitely more terrifying than his roaring. He began to turn back toward Damon. "I’m going to tear him apart."
Panic seized my heart. If Noah killed Damon right here in the Silver estate, everything would explode. My life would be over. The war between our families would devour us all.
I grabbed Noah’s suit jacket with both hands, hanging onto him for dear life. "Please, Noah! Don’t! Just let him go! Let’s just go home together right now!"
"Let go of me, Micah," Noah warned softly. He looked horrifying. He looked like a stranger... a monster hiding behind the handsome face of the brother I had spent my whole life trying to please.
From the floor behind him, Damon let out another breathless, coughing laugh, thoroughly enjoying the chaotic display. I had no idea what that crazy fucker was trying to achieve, but he was playing a game that could get us all murdered.
"Please..." I begged, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and hot trails burning down my flushed cheeks. "I’m begging you, Noah! If you just let him go and leave right now... I promise I won’t... I won’t ever see him again! I’ll never talk to him again!"
Noah froze.
The lethal tension radiating off his broad back instantly snapped. Slowly, deliberately, his head turned back to face me. The dark, wild madness in his eyes flickered, replaced by an intense, suffocating focus.
"You wouldn’t ever see him again?" Noah asked softly, stepping closer until his body was completely pressing against mine, forcing me backward against the edge of the dark mahogany desk.
He towered over me, his shadow completely swallowing my frame. My neck ached from how high I had to tilt my head to maintain eye contact, but I didn’t dare look away.
"What should I do to you if you go back on your word, Micah?" he whispered, his tone dangerously smooth.
"I..." My voice failed me. I swallowed hard, my gaze traitorously flickering over Noah’s shoulder to check on Damon, who was slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows on the floor.
The second my eyes drifted away, Noah’s long, powerful fingers shot up, clamping tightly around my jaw and squeezing my chin until tears welled up in my eyes again, forcibly jerking my face back to lock with his.
"Look at me when I’m speaking to you," Noah commanded softly, his dark eyes narrowing. "Talk to me, Micah. What should I do to you if you disobey me again?"
My whole body was shaking so violently I could barely keep my feet flat on the floor. I was terrified. Noah looked so dark, so completely unhinged. Was he going to beat me like he had just beaten Damon? Was he going to drag me down to the basement at home and lock me in the dark until I starved? I couldn’t survive being stomped into the floor. I would break. I would die.
"You... you can do whatever it is you want with me," I whimpered out, my voice breaking into a soft, pathetic sob. "Anything you want... Just please... don’t hurt me, Noah."
A slow, terrifyingly beautiful grin crept across Noah’s handsome face.
"Oh, my sweet Micah," Noah purred, his voice dripping with a dark, intoxicating possession that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "What am I ever going to do with you?"
Without giving me a second to process his words, Noah dipped his head lower, burying his face directly into the curve of my neck.
I gasped as I felt his warm, wet tongue slide deliberately over the exact same spot where Damon’s red mark was sitting. A second later, his sharp teeth sank deep into my sensitive flesh.
"Ah!" A sharp scream tore from my throat as a blinding spike of pain shot through my neck.
Noah didn’t stop. He bit down harder, ruthlessly claiming the skin, sucking and biting with a violent, possessive fury until the metallic taste of my own blood mixed with his saliva. Fresh tears spilled freely from my eyes, dropping onto his dark shoulder as I buried my face into his suit, clutching at his jacket while my knees completely gave out.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of agonizing pleasure and pain, Noah pulled his mouth back.
He looked down at his work, a satisfied, wicked smirk touching his lips as his thumb reached up to softly trace the dark, swollen, bloody bite mark he had just carved over Damon’s hickey.
"Now it looks better," Noah whispered, wiping a tiny stray bead of my blood from his lower lip with his thumb. "Grab your bag and get down to the car. Right now."
I couldn’t say a word. I just gave a quick nod, my lungs working overtime to pull in air.
I turned my head toward the floor. Damon was sitting up against his bed frame, his naked body still completely unbothered by his lack of clothes. He lifted a bruised, blood-stained hand and gave me a lazy, playful wave.
"See you at school tomorrow, my darling Micah," Damon called out smoothly, a victorious, wicked glint shining in his dark eyes despite the blood on his jaw.
I couldn’t even bring myself to respond. Not with Noah standing right beside me like an executioner waiting to strike.
I scrambled through the dark connecting door, stumbling into the quiet guest room, and slammed the heavy wooden door shut behind me, cutting off the view of both men.
The second I was alone in the silent room, the deafening quiet hit me like a weight. I collapsed against the closed door, sliding down until my rear hit the plush carpet. My bag was sitting right beside my feet, but I couldn’t reach for it.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, my hand lifted to brush against the right side of my neck.
The skin was burning hot, throbbing violently with every pulse of my heart. It felt wet from Noah’s mouth, raw, painful... and terrifyingly warm.
A sudden, sickening realization crashed over my mind, making my breath hitch in my throat.
Down between my legs, beneath my trousers, my cock was pulsing hard again. Not because of Damon... but because of the sharp, possessive way Noah had just claimed my skin with his teeth.
Horrified by my own filthy, corrupted body, I slammed both of my palms over my flushed, burning face, hot tears leaking through my fingers.
’Noah and Damon...’ my mind screamed in helpless panic. ’Are they actual demons sent to torture me? Because those two sick fuckers are going to drag me straight down to hell.’