Six by Rachel Robinson Read Free Book Online

that forbids me from bringing darkling children into the world, but nowhere in the fine print does it prohibit me from making you feel lust. I may be a virgin, but I am skilled in every other way possible.” He pauses as he lets his words sink in.
    I swallow, and my body begins buzzing with a new sensation. Something that feels like need courses through my body, blossoming in my core as I watch his hooded eyes pierce through me. This new feeling coupled with my magic brings me to my knees. Finn shakes his head subtly in warning. He knows my magic is flaring in response to him. When he is sure I have control, he stalks forward a few more steps. I raise my chin to take in his tall form looming over me. There are a million other places to rest my gaze, but I cannot stop staring at his perfectly sculpted mouth-white teeth peeking out of pink, wet lips. I do not find sense in anything that is happening to my body, nor the feeling of helplessness that he causes. I stop breathing and just wait.
    His jaw works and his brown eyes slit. “I choose not to inflict lust on you because if I ever did, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I’d end up breaking the decree,” he says, voice full of so much more than mere words. Finn now stands so close that his body heat envelops me wholly. It saturates me. It owns me. I have urges I have never had before in my life.
    “Oh,” I say shakily. The smile on Finn’s face is victorious. He is not just my protector. Finn is a man.
    I am suddenly acutely aware of the difference.

Chapter Seven
    January 12th, Morning
    Finn has trapped me in a wooden hut. It is made of the same wood as the houses in the circle, but it is much, much smaller. It holds one person lying down with little room to roll over on either side. Finn obviously slept elsewhere. Not before downing two massive trees that now block my only way out. I smell faint traces of a fire, but hear nothing.
    “Hello? Finn, are you there?” I call out. I cannot fathom why he traps me. I have been completely obedient. I a lmost feel things around Finn. The very last thing I want is to leave him. Throughout the night my mind conjured images of him shirtless. My dreams are almost always black so the interruption was jarring, but welcome. I smile thinking of his deep, throaty laughter. There is no way I will leave him intentionally.
    I hear no response to my shout. The roof is triangular and also so low I am unable to stand. I root around on the ground until I find a pack of food next to the scrap of cloth I was using as a pillow. I pinch the dingy material and bring it closer to inspect it. I recognize the scrap as Finn’s shirt. It is the same shirt he wore the night before. Feeling slightly chilly, I jam my arms through the long sleeves and button it over my chest. I eat the potatoes quickly to staunch the hunger pains and begin pushing on the trees.
    “Let me out!” I yell, willing anger to lace my tone. Finn needs to know I will not be caged. Still, I hear no response. I push on the downed trees harder. They are unbending. I realize then that Finn is ultimately strong. He may not have the use of magic, but he willed two enormous trees down. Given no other option and convincing myself Finn forces my hand in the matter, I conjure dark magic. I find it sitting at the surface of my mind begging to get out. The electricity zings, the numbing tingles shoot through my body more fiercely than times before.
    I shake. My eyes spark white as the powers take over my body. I am myself, yet I am not, controlled by unconscious cravings. I slam my palms into the trees and they splinter as they break under my lighted power. I sink my fingers in and tear pieces of the tree trunk loose until I am free. I shake myself off, then discard the wood chips I pick from my hair.
    Finn crashes through the forest moments later. He stops when he sees me in front of the hut. I am not sure why, but I smile at him. He glowers back at me.
    “I was coming to let you