Think Zarseti is getting mum of the year or no?
In a flash, I lift Yildiz and swing her around and feel my heart thump in my chest at the sound of her giggle. It’s even more glorious than the sound of all the bleeding hearts in the world. I set her down and push her hair back as I look in her golden eyes as she smiles up at me. “You are truly the most magnificent being I have met. What you did was so stupid and so dangerous,” I say shaking my head. “And I would do it again. I’m nothing without you, Osiah. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever. That includes losing you to your blood craze. If I have to feed you my blood every time it comes on then I’ll do it, I have plenty to spare. No more running, okay?” she says, holding my face in her hands. I smile a bright smile down at her, “No more running, Firefly. I give you my word.” “Why do you call me ‘firefly’?” she asks curiously. “Because you look like one to me. This beautiful ball of light glittering in my darkness,” I answer as I caress her cheek. She smiles wide, “I like that.
My peaceful sleep is disturbed for the second time when I suddenly feel a new sanguidae thread snapping into place. I bite back the anger it causes me to know another person has been inflicted with this curse, but there’s nothing I can do. What’s done is done and it can’t be undone. All I can do now is find them and get them some help.As I slowly sit up trying not to disturb Yildiz, I look around to find we are sprawled out in a very unusual position, and I have no idea how we got here. We’re just a tangled mass of body parts and I’m not entirely sure where she ends, and I begin. I smile down at my sleeping beauty and gently brush a few stray hairs from her face. She hasn’t had a nightmare since I’ve been spending my nights with her. Partly because I have been keeping her shielded from that bastard trying to get into her head. She’s had enough to deal with, with the passing of her sister. The last thing she needs is his sick games.Even without the nightmares, since Nuray died there
I step out of the chateau and follow the scent of espresso and zagara. I can smell a nearby lake and feel the gentle breeze that wafts off it bringing a soothing chill to my skin. I may not be able to see it, but I can feel the beauty of this place. My feet walk along the gravel trail as it crunches beneath my feet until I see the blood-red aura with a ring of canary yellow, just what I was looking for. I can hear her sobs as I approach, and she quickly muffles them as I get closer. “So, you’re an irshiust,” she says. I smile kindly at her, “I am.” “I thought you had laws against making newborns,” she says with disdain. I sigh and sit down beside her and find my back against a tree, “You’re right. We have laws to stop sanguidaes from just going out and turning people whenever they feel like it.” “Yet there’s a newborn in our home. Pretty fresh too by the look of him.” “The blood banks that Osiah has created were all destroyed.” Galina lets out a gasp beside me. “That would mean
It only takes a second for me to notice our surroundings have changed. The smell of smoke is gone, as is the gentle breeze and sounds of rustling leaves, and I no longer feel the sun on my skin. Wherever we are, Osiah’s scent is everywhere. “This is my home. Or at least the place I call home. It’s also in Italy for the record. The Alps to be more specific,” he says, remembering my request from earlier. I listen as his voice takes a while to bounce off of any surfaces and there is a distinct echo. “Are we in a cave?” I ask curiously. He chuckles, “No, it’s a house, though it is built into the mountainside. What made you think it’s a cave?” he asks in amusement. “It sounds large and very spacious, and there’s an echo,” I point out. “You have very impressive ears,” he says, planting a soft kiss behind my ear, making me shiver, “But you’re correct. It’s large and minimalistic. I’ve never needed much. You’re actually the first person I’ve ever brought here.” I stare up at him in surp
I only managed a couple of hours sleep before I found myself awake and restless. Osiah’s blood-red outline with flecks of dancing silver laying peacefully beside me is something I’ve quickly become accustomed to. Now I can’t imagine ever looking over and not seeing it. Slowly I turn on my side, getting bunched up in the shirt Osiah gave me to wear. I’m literally swimming in the thing, but I don’t mind, especially since it smells so perfectly of him. That’s my favourite thing about being here. Being surrounded by his glorious, explosive scent. I just want to bask in it forever. The way it makes me feel light and content is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Being close to him feels like I’ve found the missing part of me; a part I never knew I was missing until I met him. Which makes sense, he is my other half after all. Carefully, I reach out and gently brush my fingertips over his face and commit the contours of his face to memory. I take in the surprising length of his eyelashes
Gently, Osiah lays me back on the dining table and pushes up my shirt exposing my breasts to the cool, crisp air that instantly makes my nipples harden. He slowly places feather-light kisses around each breast before trailing his kisses slowly down my body. My breathing picks up and heat spreads through me as he hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls them off slower than is necessary. His fingers glide up my legs, leaving a delightful burn in their wake as he pries my legs apart and presses my knees against the table leaving me completely exposed to him. The anticipation has my heart pounding and my mind at a loss for words. Sensually he begins placing soft kisses around my pussy, avoiding all the spots I want him to touch most. I fist my hands in my hair as my body writhes against the table, begging for him to soothe this growing ache inside me. Slowly his tongue glides a fraction along my inner thigh and suddenly I find myself crying out as I feel a sharp pain as his teeth s
Stepping out of Osiah’s shower I can smell a delicious breakfast wafting up the stairs and making its way right to my nostrils. I can smell bacon, eggs, sausage and even French toast and I instantly start to salivate. I quickly dry myself off and towel dry my hair as best I can before dressing in my clothes from yesterday and making my way downstairs. “That smells fantastic,” I praise, taking a seat at the kitchen bench, “I really am surprised you’re such a terrific cook.” “When you live this long, if you don’t know how to cook then there’s something very wrong with you.” I chuckle and nod in agreement. Not knowing how to do something as fundamental as feeding yourself is just lazy, and there’s really no excuse for it. Well… unless, of course, you have a disability of some kind, in which case that is a pretty good excuse. Aside from it being a necessity for most people, food is always evolving, and people are discovering new flavours all the time. One of the benefits of being immor
Once the meeting has adjourned, I catch up to Elif just as she’s leaving the meeting hall. “I’m sorry I worried you so much,” I say sincerely as I come up beside her. She sighs, “I’m sorry I lost it with you. I’ve just been on edge lately.” “You don’t have to apologise or explain anything to me, I get it. I think we’re all more than a little on edge these days,” I say kindly as I take her hand in mine. “That doesn’t mean I had the right to scream at you because you were spending time not only with your animai but helping sanguidaes too. I just flew to the worst-case scenario.” “And with everything that has happened if I were in your shoes, I would have probably done the same thing. Elif I’m not angry with you, please don’t beat yourself up over this. I should have said something,” I say pulling her into a tight hug, “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry too,” she says as she wraps her arms around me. We stay like that for a moment, seeking much-needed comfort from each other. “Want to hang o
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Oshmin POV Time slips away as I hold Yildiz in my arms, but soon she is springing up on her feet and quickly undressing before me, which I am not complaining about. “What are you doing?” I ask, as my eyes remain glued in captivation as I watch each piece of fabric disappear from her body leaving only exquisite, glittering mocha curves behind. “If you think I’m just going to sit and stare at a stunning, magical oasis like this and not get in, you’re out of your mind,” she says with glee and promptly dives into the water. The golden glitter of her skin now looking all the more stunning under the twinkling aquamarine waters. Eager to join her, with a snap of my fingers my clothes are in a pile beside me, and I am diving into the water with her. We both break the surface and instantly she begins splashing me. “Oh, you want to play it like that? Game on,” I smirk as I use a fraction of my energy to send a decent-sized wave of water at her. “Hey! That’s cheating,” she pouts, wiping the
Oshmin POV The last few days have been filled with more drama. I used to think my life was very dramatic, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I spent eons reliving one dramatic – or traumatic – experience and believed it followed me everywhere, but after what I’ve experienced in the last few weeks while being with Yildiz, I realise my life was incredibly mundane. We Gods do the bare minimum and then call it a day, Yildiz and her sisters are trying to solve a hundred problems at once and trying to save thousands, if not millions, of lives a day. The miraculous thing is they never complain, and I mean REALLY complain. One bad thing happened to me, and I never shut up about it. Irshiusts see the worst in people and the world around them, take care of the sick, wounded and mistreated and are witness to horrors no being should ever witness, and they do it all with compassion and tolerance – to a degree. They save lives every single day and hardly get so much as a thank you, but they cont
As I make my way down to the cells that reside deep under the Kartheca, I can already hear the voices of my sisters deep within the earthly confines. I take my final step and begin walking down the corridor when the sound of someone’s approaching footsteps gain my attention. “Let me the fuck out of here!” screams the inhabitant of the cell to my right. I stop and turn to face the dim lime-green aura with its faded olive-green hue now standing before me. “I see the concept of a life sentence still confuses you,” I say casually. “I’m an Alpha! Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this?” he says as I hear the sound of him hocking up phlegm. I tilt my head to the left just as I hear the wad of phlegm fly past me and hit the wall behind me. That is beyond disgusting. “You were an Alpha and a despicable one at that. Ivan, allow me to remind you that you lost your title the moment you were brought into our custody and a new Alpha was appointed of your pack. Not only are you
Oshmin POV “Are you done with your inner thoughts, or would you like a little more time?” Yildiz asks in a bored tone. I roll my eyes, “Anyone ever tell you how annoying that is?” “Truth be told, I didn’t come here to bust your cosmic balls. I know you and Yildiz have hashed it out and you have been brutally honest. Things are looking up for the two of you and for that I am thrilled. What happened is in the past. Actually, all of that isn’t why I’m here now,” she admits, her tone becoming serious. I sit forward and give her my undivided attention, “I know that look. That’s the look of you’re about to drop a cryptic bomb on me.” “Am I that transparent?” she says with a wry smile. “No, I’ve just known you a long time. What’s going on?” I ask, cutting to the chase. “When I told you I gave you an animai because I wanted you to be happy, that wasn’t a lie.” “Never thought it was…” I say tentatively. “That being said, I had additional reasons for wanting you to be happy.” Her face
Oshmin POV I lay back with my arms under my head already missing Yildiz being wrapped in my arms. As I stare through the glass walls of her room at the stunning view outside, I can’t help but become frustrated. I’m a cosmic being with the power to give Yildiz all the answers she seeks, but because of my own idea to prevent us Gods from meddling, I’m stuck laying here unable to do a single thing to help her. I feel like I shot myself in the foot before ever even realising it. “You made the right call, Oshmin,” I suddenly hear Zarseti’s voice. I look over to see the fuchsia-haired Goddess standing off to the side in a rather stunning purple kaftan with gold beading across the bust and shoulders and lined down the arms and framing the sleeves. “What is with you and the kaftan collection?” I enquire. She walks over and leans against the window, ignoring my question. “Even my daughters need to learn life is not about cutting corners or taking the easy way. We all have our own destinies
The sound of urgent fists pounding against my bedroom door pulls me from my wonderful sleep, but as my senses wake up one by one, I take in the pleasurable heat brought by being nestled in my animai’s arms and his intoxicating scent. I want to stay like this forever, but the pounding is relentless. “I get the feeling they won’t go away until you answer the door,” says Oshmin in a sleepy voice. I groan and bury myself deeper against his side. “Make them go away,” I grumble. “They’re your sisters, you make them go away,” he argues, turning his back to me and depriving me of my cosy snuggle spot. I pout and land a jab to his back that causes me to wince and shake my hand as my finger throbs in protest. Stupid indestructible God. “I bet that hurt you more than it hurt me,” he lazily mocks. “Smartass,” I mutter. Begrudgingly I fling off the covers, get up and make my way to the bedroom door. I open it and finally bring the pounding to a halt. “Was all of that really necessary?” I ask
Oshmin POV I lay in Yildiz’s bed captivated by her every move as she changes into very fitted sky-blue satin shorts and a matching camisole for bed. I could watch her do the most mundane things for all time and never get bored. Is that because of the bond or simply because I love her? I guess I don’t care really. “I just have to take off my makeup and then I’m done.” “I could help,” I offer. “You want to take my makeup off for me?” she asks with a questioning eyebrow. I shrug, “Only if you want me to. I would be more effective though,” I point out. “Hmm. Good point. Okay, time to become the God of Makeup Removal,” she says as she saunters to the bathroom. I let out a loud laugh at her new title for me. Morrtemis would love that. I get up and follow her into the bathroom and look at all the products laid out on the counter. It’s like a chemistry lab in here. “Um, maybe I could just use magic,” I suggest. “Nope. You’re going to do it like I do. Now get to work,” she orders, but
Oshmin POV She wraps her elbow around mine and escorts me out of the door. This is a literal case of the blind leading the blind as Yildiz navigates our way through the Kartheca effortlessly, since I don't know my way around, before arriving at two gigantic doors. I can hear the voices inside that have now dropped to a whisper as we began to approach. Yildiz is right, people who can speak telepathically should just do so and save themselves the embarrassment. Yildiz pushes open one of the doors and guides me into the vastest dining hall I’ve ever seen. Pristine white marbled floors, with square marble pillars lining either side of the lengthy room. The spaces between the pillars are open and blanketed by curtains of white chiffon that dance gently in the breeze from outside. The vaulted ceiling is intricately carved and depicts the origins of every single supernatural being that exists. There are carved statues of women powerfully posed at the top of each pillar and it takes me a mo