Jason clenched his teeth while I tossed a few crunchy French fries into my mouth and rotated my head wildly along with the beat of the blasting music. I was listening to rock songs now.Vampires had sensitive ears, and Jason was their god, so he was even more sensitive and less tolerant to loud sounds. But I needed to blow off some steam. For my benefit, surely he could endure it for a few hours. There were worse things in the world than loud music.But I admitted that I was pushing his buttons to see what made him tick and how far I could go. With Asshole, it’d always been him controlling the situation. That was why I’d ended up in a cell twice.I needed to understand Jason. A man’s true colors would only be revealed under stress and unpleasant situations, though for me, this situation was fantastic.I had my freedom back, though I wasn’t completely out of the woods. I got two large, delicious burgers for my big mouth, and the vampire even got me a pickle on the side.But it didn’t t
My heart pounded with icy worry.“Are you okay?” I called urgently.“Reserve your energy!” Jason ordered. “I got this,” I shouted, not sounding as strong as I wanted.“You’re spent,” he hissed, sending me a dark glance before he cursed.I widened my eyes and stared at the spike strip ahead. It was over five feet wide, and behind it, a fleet of armored cars waited, big guns trained on us, while three badass motorcycles rammed into our rear and side to keep weakening the ward.“I miscalculated,” Jason said darkly. “I shouldn’t have dispatched my teams elsewhere.”“Don’t beat yourself up so hard, sugar.” I tried to comfort him. “You aren’t exactly a god, are you? So you couldn’t expect the witches to waylay us. I bet my cheap ass that they have a psychic on their payroll.”“We’ll run through it and try our luck,” Jason said. “When I say jump, you jump.”“Sure, I’ll ask how high as well.”We didn’t slow down, and Jason let our weapons blast out like crazy and gun down a dozen enemies. Wh
Before I pried open an eye, I thought I was riding a wild horse through a vast, open field, the wind whipping against my face, making me feel weightless and free. The dream felt so real, as if I were soaring, the ground a distant memory beneath the pounding hooves. But as my heavy eyelids reluctantly parted, the vivid illusion faded, and reality anchored me. I was not riding a horse. Instead, I was nestled against Jason’s chest, his arms gripping me firmly, securing me as he moved with supernatural speed, his powerful strides turning the world into a blur around us.The river ahead loomed wide and fast, glistening in the twilight, its waters reflecting the bruised hues of the sky. Jason’s vampiric strength was almost unreal, his pace unrelenting as he leapt from one uneven surface to another, as if gravity bent to his will. And I... I was an awkward passenger, cradled like a fragile thing, because he knew—he knew I couldn’t have clung to him on my own, not in my current state. My musc
“Water will cover up our trail and scent.”“You aren’t wrong,” he confirmed. “Hang on tight.”He nearly flew over the lake, his feet barely alighting on the surface of the water, then we were on the other side, facing a range of mountains in the distance.“I have a bad feeling,” I said.“We’ll rest in a cave before we start to cross the mountains,” he said. “I expect us to get to the Utah border before first light the day after tomorrow.”“Sure, life is all about the journey of self-discovery.”“You might not like what you find,” he offered mercilessly.Had I mentioned that he was a party pooper?After he ran straight for three miles plus, still carrying me on his back, we reached a cave before dawn kicked in.Jason dropped me at the mouth of the cave, not so gently. He must’ve been tired. My limbs were stiff, and I wasn’t the one doing the running.“Are you sure it’s safe in a cave?” I squirmed as a flash of memory of being buried deeply inside a temple-like cave hit me. “Maybe we sh
Being an outcast from the shifter community was the least of my concerns.As negative thoughts and fears reeled in me, I started to cry, my quiet sobs in sync with the rising and falling of Jason’s chest, before exhaustion dragged me under.I finally fell asleep with my nose buried against the vampire’s broad chest.Intense light simmering outside the cave woke me. I pried open my eyes, realizing it was already high noon. I peeked at my companion, who seemed to be in a coma. That was what heat and sun could do to a vampire.Sunlight was a vampire’s biggest foe. It drained their strength. Intense, direct sunlight could burn a less powerful vampire to ash in an instant. Even a very powerful vampire grew weak under the direct sun, but he might survive a couple of hours before he perished.That was one of the reasons that Jason insisted on getting on the road near twilight, when he was stronger. It’d be my duty to guard him during the daytime.I gave the shimmering sunlight outside anothe
“Yeah? Should I tell you how amazing you are?” I asked, my words and thoughts returning to me. The vampire had broken the spell by whispering the truth.He pulled himself further from my neck with great effort while he gazed down at me, hunger and insane possessiveness lurking in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that, as if I were his universe.My breath hitched, and I inhaled a lungful of his intoxicating scent of powerful male, faint pine, and spring.“Tell me then. Go ahead,” he purred.The vampire could purr, and its darkly sensual, panties-melting power nearly made me come. I clenched my teeth to restrain myself from squeezing my thighs.“For starters, you’re heavy,” I panted.“If you want to complain now, you shouldn’t have played with my manhood this morning.”“I didn’t know it was a morning thing.” I spread my arms. “Sorry, sweety pie. See, I apologized.”“Not worth it,” he said, shaking his head and rolling off me.“Not worth what?” I bristled.Before I could deman
“Oh, I know how to handle you just fine,” he said, and the familiar sneer crossed his face, full of arrogance, sharpened like a blade aimed at my pride. It was his mask, the one he wore each time he sensed his vulnerability creeping too close to the surface, as if it would kill him to show any semblance of softness. The sneering vampire was back in full force, his contempt practically tangible, swirling between us like a thick mist. And yet, for all his biting remarks and perpetual irritation, I knew something he refused to admit. When danger loomed, he was the first to leap into its maw, his body instinctively positioned in front of mine, acting as an unyielding shield. A strange form of protection, silent and stubborn. Despite his protests, his actions spoke louder than any harsh words he threw at me. There was no room for doubt anymore.So, I chose to let his sneer roll off me, like water sliding down the side of a well-worn rock. I could pretend, just for fun, that it was
“I’d like a boring life more than this,” I muttered, gesturing toward the chaos unraveling in front of us. There was always something: a new enemy, another fight, some fresh threat on the horizon. “I’ll be honest with you, sweety pie, I’m a little tired of facing down another battle. I can’t even remember the last time I sat down to dinner, like a normal person.”“You had a meal a couple of hours ago,” he grated, his voice laced with irritation. “I always made sure you were fed, even if you choose to forget it.”“How is it you remember all these trivial details?” I scoffed, throwing up my hands. “Aren’t you supposed to be the vampire king or something? Shouldn’t you have minions for this, a whole legion to handle these small things and, I don’t know, carry your shoes?”“Carry my shoes?” He snorted, shaking his head. “To what end? You really need to make sense when you let words out of that mouth of yours, Ollivara. Words matter, you know. And if you hadn’t noticed, I don’t exactly hav
The chains of Wenally’s enchantment shattered around me, disintegrating into shimmering silver dust that scattered over the blood-soaked battlefield. My knees buckled, the weight of the carnage pressing down on me, but I caught myself, gripping Jason’s bloodied sword in one hand and a smaller dagger in the other. Each breath burned, but I forced myself to stand, trudging forward through the chaos.Death was everywhere. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating, mingling with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Witches, wolves, beasts—too many lives had been lost. My chest tightened as I stepped over broken bodies, my eyes darting between fallen friends and foes alike.This wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre.The ground trembled beneath me.A shadow loomed overhead, blocking the faint sunlight. My heart stuttered as a monstrous two-headed beast swooped in, claws slashing with deadly precision. The creature was enormous, its twin heads snarling like rabid dogs, their glowing eyes locki
It felt like wading through a simmering pool of quicksand in the heart of a cyclone. Ignoring the frostbite biting at my fingers and the fire scorching my toes, I kept running—desperately—towards my shackled friends.“Patrick!” He yelled as I stopped before them, his voice trembling with urgency.Patrick, like all shifters, was massive. But up close, he dwarfed even Asshole’s wolf, who had seemed so imposing from a distance. Patrick’s wolf groaned low, a sound laden with pain and longing. His eyes lingered on Diane and Paris, silently pleading for me to save them first.“I’m here,” I assured him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. “I’ll heal you, okay?”Patrick’s wolf dipped its head in acknowledgment, blood splattering from his muzzle. My stomach churned. I turned my gaze to Diane and realized her fur wasn’t merely orange as I had thought earlier—it shimmered unnaturally.“Is Diane under Sue’s enchantment?”Patrick’s wolf nodded again, his anguish plain.Damn it. I
Gritting his teeth, Alpha Jehg tried to steady his vision, but it was already blurring. He stumbled, tripping over a twisted root protruding from the ground, and fell forward, his balance failing him. The ground felt cold and unforgiving against his palms, and he knew that even his survival instincts were faltering. Lifting his head, he saw his son’s wolf stalking closer, a twisted grin spread across its face. Slowly, the beast loomed over him, savoring the moment. With a disturbing swiftness, his son transformed back into his human form, naked and confident, his smirk gleaming with malice.Asshole’s knee came up sharply, smashing into the alpha’s face with brutal force. The world tilted, and before he could gather his senses, Asshole grabbed the alpha’s own sword, twisting it before stabbing it straight through his father’s back and heart. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across his son’s face and chest. Alpha Jehg felt his strength ebbing, his limbs growing heavier as he tr
He could feel his son’s presence in the air, a dark energy lurking just beyond sight, an ominous aura that seemed to chill the very air around him. It was his scent—distinct, thick, and somehow altered, as if his son himself had changed into something beyond mortal understanding. The stench of dark magic clung to it, tainted and raw, setting Alpha Jegh's instincts on edge. Somewhere nearby, Asshole was watching, biding his time. Alpha Jegh’s heart pounded as he called out, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken challenge."My son! Show yourself!" His voice echoed through the woods, reaching into the mist, reverberating with an authority that could have stirred the dead. But the only response was silence, heavy and oppressive.Alpha Jegh summoned his power, casting a thick mist across the clearing in an attempt to shield the cottage from Asshole's view. The enchantment shimmered, tendrils of fog weaving between the trees like protective arms. For a moment, he thought it might work
The vision flickered for a moment, as if the connection was weakening, but it surged back, stronger now, pulling me deeper into their world. It wasn’t just a glimpse; it was a full-blown scene, unfolding before my very eyes. They were speaking to each other in low, hurried tones, their words barely audible, but I could feel the weight of their conversation. It was a secret—something they didn’t want anyone to hear, something they feared might get out. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, to shut it all out, but I couldn’t. I was trapped in this vision, forced to witness their exchange, to understand the depths of their lies and their twisted plans.I felt a presence behind me then—a darker force, something ancient and terrifying, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The vampire, my vampire, was still there, watching, waiting, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he too had seen this moment unfold before.I wanted to scream, to ask what it meant, but th
It was the kind of bond that blurred the line between necessity and danger—a volatile, inescapable symbiosis that would define us for eternity. We were entangled, codependent in ways both intoxicating and destructive, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let the world gossip, let them judge; their opinions were dust compared to the way we fit together, imperfect and undeniable.The Vampire King was mine, and I was his Bride. His first, his only. We weren’t just bound by choice but by destiny, written into each other’s stories with strokes so ancient and primal that even the gods themselves would falter if they tried to sever us.A mythic resonance thrummed through my veins, a pulse that echoed the timeless power of our union. It lived in my blood, threaded through my marrow, singing the truth of what we had become. The mating ritual was complete, though no chronicler would dare capture its brutal, beautiful details. No one would write of the raw force of his dominance, the way our bod
I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Jason, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode hi
His hand cupped my heavy breast, fondling it roughly. His tongue moved to lick my pussy, its wicked tip twirling around my folds, and his mouth closed around them and suckled so hard I cried out. He kept sucking me skillfully, and I grabbed the sheets to anchor myself.Oh gods. Just as I thought I wouldn’t last, his tongue brushed open my plump folds and thrust into my slit. My inner walls immediately clamped down on his tongue, making him growl.My tight passage burned like lava, and his tongue was like delicious ice driving inside. It twirled and thrust deeper, caressing my walls sweetly and dangerously. Pleasure rocked to my nerve endings, and my body trembled.When he thumbed my aching clit without care and his tongue fucked me harder and harder, I exploded unexpectedly. I raised my torso to grab his silky hair and watched him drink my juices greedily.Was this kind of foreplay leading up to dirty sex? I looked forward to more dirty stuff. He extracted his tongue. Before I could
“Do I look like a psychic to you?” I snapped, irritated by the assumption that I’d regret it. I was still a little pissed at his earlier smugness, but I refused to back down now. “I’m not a fortune teller. You want to fuck me? Then let’s do it. We can worry about regrets later.”He eyed me, his gaze now dark with interest and amusement, but there was something else there too—tenderness, maybe, though it was hidden behind the layers of his gruff exterior. “You’re jealous,” he observed, his voice softer now, almost teasing.“Not jealous,” I lied, though I could feel the twinge of it. “Just don’t expect me to let you off the hook that easily.”He sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “No one deserves a pass on what I did to you,” he admitted, his voice full of guilt and something else—regret, perhaps. “I don’t blame you for hating me. I’ve hated and loathed myself for ages.”I softened a little at his confession, though I still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. For over a centur