“You and King Nollan are the only ones who can stop Warren if he returns,” Smooth said, his eyes drifting skyward as if seeking answers among the stars. “That’s why Jason was drawn to you. He senses your power, sees the ally you can be. And he knows that Warren—Sues, as he was called—should have left Earth long ago. But he refused. The mage council stripped him of his form, and he’s spent the last century gathering strength. If he rises again, he won’t settle for merely corrupting the mage circle. He’ll bring Earth itself under his heel.”The words hung heavily in the air, the weight of them settling into my bones. Smooth and his witches weren’t supporting me out of loyalty or love—they were standing beside me because I was their only shot at defeating the god of war. And I could accept that. Our goals were aligned, and I could live with that.Jason, though… Jason was different. He hadn’t tried to use me as a tool. Instead, he’d offered to protect me, to hide me from those who sought
I hesitated, fear curling through me like a shadow. I knew what I was capable of—I’d seen glimpses of it, had felt the weight of my power, raw and untamed. “Aren’t you afraid?” I asked, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Afraid I might be just as dangerous, or worse, than Warren?”Smooth didn’t flinch. “We’ve weighed that possibility. But we’re placing our faith in your light, in the parts of you that hold onto life rather than death.” He lifted his chin, his confidence radiating outward. “It’s decided.”I laughed bitterly. “I’m not blind, Smooth. You don’t have much of a choice, do you? You already know what Warren is, what he’s done and will do. But I’m the unknown. I could go either way. But you think you can turn me to your side, make me your weapon against War.”He didn’t deny it, and I felt a twisted respect for his honesty. At least he wasn’t sugarcoating things, wasn’t trying to coddle me. I hated liars, though I knew my own hands weren’t exactly clean in that regard.Fin grinn
My lips parted, my eyes shining, and Jason’s power kept seducing and dominating me while a faint smile tugged his lips up, as if he thought my reaction was amusing. Just like that, I blinked out of the trance.I blamed this intense reaction on my not seeing him for a couple of days, and then a sudden anger swept over me as the initial relief that he still had the hots for me ebbed away. My dreamy gaze turned into a glare.“What are you doing here?” I demanded.He arched an eyebrow. “This is one of the forts I purchased half a century ago. Am I not allowed to walk on my own property and relax a little before a meal?”My heart fluttered at his mention of a meal, but my scowl deepened.I’d stalked him in the shadows and spied on him, and I hadn’t seen any feeders entering his chamber since he’d taken my blood. I’d casually brought up the subject of his dietary habits and choices, hoping Henry would reveal something, but the butler had said in a haughty tone that it wasn’t my business. He
"I didn’t mean to hurt you, Ollivara," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur. "I may be brutal, even to you, but I’m only being honest. We all have our inner monsters, and they’re both merciless and deadly. But with time and discipline, I’ve learned to control mine. It’s taken centuries." His gaze was intense, sincere. "You’re still so young, and you’re not ready to face that kind of darkness alone."I took a shaky breath, the weight of his words settling over me like a dark cloak. Despite the fury I felt toward him, a flicker of understanding crept in. He wasn’t just trying to control me. He was trying to protect me from a darkness I wasn’t sure I could face alone. But that didn’t mean I was willing to surrender my autonomy, to let him make all the decisions for me. I had to carve out my own path, even if it was dangerous.But as much as I wanted to reject his help, as much as I wanted to hate him for his overbearing ways, the truth was, his fierce loyalty, his undying protectiven
I took a step closer, desperate to regain control of the situation. “On the road, you sneered at me constantly.”He tilted his head, feigning confusion. “Sneered?” He looked back at his warriors, then back at me. “Does anyone here think I have a habit of sneering?”His warriors exchanged glances, then, in a perfectly synchronized chorus, replied, “No, Your Majesty.”Jason turned back to me, an apologetic expression on his face. “Forgive me, Lady Ollivara. It seems my sneering is entirely in your imagination.”I glared, crossing my arms. “For a king, you sure know how to lead an army of jerks,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. A few of his minions threw me disapproving looks, but I didn’t care.Jason gave a slight, regretful shake of his head. “It’s truly unfortunate if that’s what you think of me,” he said softly, though his eyes held a flicker of amusement that told me he was far from sorry.My anger reached a boiling point. He wasn’t just unbothered; he was toying with me. All
I wondered if he meant that he wanted me to suck his shaft.I’d thought about sucking a d*ck, but I had never sucked one, not to my knowledge anyway. Now I wondered how it would feel to have a shaft between my lips and in my mouth.I’d asked Diane and the girls about sucking a cock, but they’d flushed furiously and then giggled silly. So they hadn’t sucked a cock either. Well…something like that. Who knows it needs to be on my devour list?The only person I knew who might be good at sucking a shaft was my nemesis. Princess Blowjob got her name for a reason.“I landed a blow,” I said, narrowing my eyes on Jason and daring him to deny it while also covering my burning need for him.“You did.” He freed a hand to trace my cheek with his thumb. Any touch from him sent my heart fluttering like wings beating in the wind. My pulse raced, my breath caught, yet I knew my eyes were unnaturally bright.He gazed at me, his hooded eyes growing darker and hungrier. He craved my flesh as much as he c
“When you make up your mind, it might be too late!” I hissed, angry that he denied me again.“This is the thing between us that you don’t get, Sunshine,” he said. “You might be frustrated now, but if we don’t control the wildfire before it’s the right time for us to mate, it’s going to end badly, just like before.”“What happened before? Why must you keep me in the dark? I already know there’s a past between us, and it isn’t peachy. If you tell me, I won’t make the same mistake, if I ever made one.”“It’s not that simple, Ollivara,” he said. “I like this new version of you, and I’ll do everything in my power to preserve your light.”He pulled me to him tightly, but I glowered at him, brimming with desire, anger, and sexual frustration. My face burned hot as feverish need still coursed in my bloodstream.He pressed a kiss to my lips, sensual like the night.“Get ready.” He chuckled softly. “I’ll take you out for dinner.”“You mean going out, like on a date?” I asked, my eyes bright, my
Patrick ran a trembling hand through his curls, visibly rattled. “This is insane,” he muttered, still reeling from the shock.Diane, still sniffling, smiled through her tears. “She called you a golden bird,” she said with a grin. “That’s still the best nickname you’ve ever had.”It was strange—there I was, standing in the middle of my room, and yet I felt more connected to them than I had in months. A feeling of warmth spread through me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel so alone.But as quickly as the connection had been made, I let it slip away. There would be time to catch up later. For now, I had a date to get ready for.Patrick stared hard at her before focusing on me again, but he couldn’t hide the fondness for her in his blue eyes. Something had happened between them, something like a budding romance, while I was away. Happiness burst in me. I wanted them to hook up.“She plays pranks under any circumstances,” he growled, though he couldn’t hide hi
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