Wicked Magik

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Vesper</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I should be terrified of him...of both of them honestly. Oryx with his horns and claws and the tongue that seems to know my thoughts better than I do. And Veylor the brooding lich who can level a room with a flick of his fingers and still looks at me like </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> the dangerous one.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Somewhere between the blood the nightmares and the constant threat of being eaten alive I found something I didn't know I was missing-affection. Real bone-deep suffocating affection. Oryx clings to me like I'm the only light he's ever known and maybe I am. And Veylor... well he fights his feelings with all the grace of a wounded cat. Which perhaps that's better... except I can't help but feel the pull to him like I do with Oryx.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Oryx</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She is mine.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My pet my warmth the first creature who ever looked at me without fear-or if she did she hid it well. When her scent brushes against my skin something inside me wakes sharp and desperate. I was created to obey to serve to be nothing more than a weapon at my Lord's side... yet one touch from her and I want more than purpose. I want </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>belonging.</em></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When she bleeds I shake. When she smiles I purr. When she looks away my chest aches in a way my creator never warned me about. I do not understand all these feelings but I know this: I will protect her from every threat even from my creator for whom I care deeply</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Veylor</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She was supposed to be a complication-an inconvenience I could keep at arm's length. Yet every time Vesper looks at me with those stubborn furious eyes something inside my chest aches... the part of me that isn't even supposed to exist anymore.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've rebuilt bodies stitched souls to vessels commanded shadows and death itself...but I cannot seem to control the way she makes my magik falter. Oryx gravitates to her instinctively his need laid bare and by the shadows help me... I envy him. I envy the way she softens for him. I envy the way he touches her.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I tell myself I'm keeping my distance to protect her.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But the truth is far uglier-</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If I get close I won't let her go.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This is a MMF monster love story a Frankenstein story reimagining including magic fated mates...</em></p>