He and Anastasia reclined in their chairs, cucumbers over their eyes, and a chunky face mask—that smelled suspiciously like celery—painted over their cheeks. I drew my line at the face masks. Two days later she strutted her way into my office, flashing a saccharine smile at my assistant that had h
Caius “WOOO-HOOO! CRUSH IT! CRUSH IT INTO OBLIVION!” My darling fiancé bellowed, leaping up from the stands as Grave Digger, the neon-green monster truck, plowed over the shell of an old F-150. She bounced on the balls of her feet, screeching through her cupped hands as Grave Digger was followed
I took one look at the crowd, namely the males that had been leering at her, and grumbled. “I’ll take you.” “I don’t need you to escort me,” She puffed out her chest, which really only served to hike her breasts up even further. “I did save your life after all.” “I saved yours right after, and I d
I craved more of what happened back in my home theatre. I craved the little sounds she made, all cute and soft despite Anastasia’s hard exterior. “I want these off,” I growled against her lips, my fingers yanking at her jean shorts. “Now, Anastasia. Don’t make me tell you twice.” “Fuck,” she exhal
Anastasia I should have recognized Caius’s silence as panic after what happened between us in the bathroom. At first, I’d assumed he was being his usual brooding self, but that wasn’t the case. It was the bond. Or rather, his intense hatred of it. I’ll admit, it hurt. It hurt a lot to know the ma
He shrugged. “Never gave it much thought.” “Uh huh,” I drawled, slipping past him. “Find me tomorrow night and maybe if I’m in a better mood we can get wine drunk and complain about how useless mates are.” I looked back. “Have a good night, Knight.” I made it to my bedroom when I realized he was
AnastasiaAfter the whole debacle where I caught Caius with his pants down (literally), I might have expedited the shipping on my rose toy.A girl had needs, and if a certain broad-shouldered brute refused to do anything about it then I had to take matters into my own hands.Since I didn’t have acce
Pretty sure we weren’t talking about ice cream anymore.Just like that the dark light in his gaze was snuffed out. I could physically see him retreating into himself, fighting against any shred of attraction between us in fear of giving into the bond.His spine stiffened. He took another long drink
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t