AnastasiaI followed Caius to my bedroom. My pulse jumped when he shut the door behind us. Needing something to do, something to put my attention on that wasn’t my sinfully attractive husband, I waltzed over to where my suitcase lay on the bed.“What is it you needed to talk to me about, Caius?” I b
I could see him warring with the decision to drop the matter or press it further. Thankfully, he chose the latter.“That’s exactly what I think,” he nodded, “Does your father know about your enhanced speed?”For a split second I was tempted to tell him the truth about my ability. My mother had ingra
AnastasiaEvangeline returned a few minutes after Caius’s departure. She was unnaturally quiet about what happened in the bathroom. One thing about Evangeline was that she participated fully in gossip, even if said gossip was about herself.“Something happened back there,” I pointed out, still shimm
Once inside the nightclub we were swallowed up by the crowd. That didn’t stop Maverick and the handful of guys he’d brought along with us. The old warrior expressed his concerns about us going out tonight very boldly, but much to my own surprise, Caius had taken my side and agreed we needed a night
I took a swig from the bottle and winced as the tequila burned a path down into my belly. “I forgot you could read lips.”“I had to living with my mother and sister. Ugh, I clearly haven’t had enough tequila if I’m still thinking about them. Pass it over!” She accepted the bottle from my hand and to
AnastasiaSuddenly everything that had happened in the past several months came rushing back. All those insignificant little moments I had written off, too absorbed in my own troubles to look any deeper than the surface, played on a loop in my head.Caius claiming Damon hadn’t slept with a woman in
Oh, Goddess…“Mmm, funny finding you here.” Caius’s voice trickled down the mind-link. “Watching my brother and Ghost during one of their late-night trysts. Are you enjoying yourself, Anastasia?” His free hand, the one that wasn’t clasped over my mouth, flattened against my stomach. I jolted, press
A wicked jolt of pleasure rocked through my core as Caius deepened his thrusts, grinding the palm of his hand against my clit harder and harder. With a silent curse that trickled down the mind-link he gave up on fingering me all together and turned his attention to my clit.“They’d play with you if
“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