I sit with my elbows braced on my knees, my fingers laced together in fists in front of my mouth…while staring at my sleeping weakness.If I had to tell you today was a mistake, would you believe me? If I had to take it all back and let her walk away from me instead of pulling her back…would I? Could I honestly be the better man and swallow my pride, allowing her to reject me and move on?I should, but I am not the better man.She pushed, but I pushed back harder; she pulled and my self-restraint snapped. Now she’s engraved on my skin, embedded in my scent, and I refuse to let her go. Not when I’ve had a taste of what could be mine. No, let me rephrase that; what IS mine. I have never been possessive of anything and I am not the jealous type, but when I caught the scent of her heat and knew other males could as well… let's just say I understand why my father went complete caveman when he met my mother.Once again, I drink her in; the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her t
A taste - she can have every fucking part of me.“You can have anything you want, moye solntse, I told you before that you’re in control. I’m yours; use me,” I say with my voice low and she gets off the barstool only to turn me around and drop to her knees in front of me. It happens so quickly that I am momentarily stunned looking down at her in the perfect submissive pose.Lifting up my tank top, her eyes widen as she takes in the rows of tungsten dermal balls going down both sides of my v-line, then she leans forward and runs her tongue down the piercings, causing me to grab her hair and moan loudly.“You really like piercings,” she giggles before she looks up at me and strokes the bulge in my joggers, making me suck in a breath. “Don’t tell me you’re-”“No,” I chuckle at her assumption. “My cock isn’t pierced - yet.”“Yet!” she scoffs with a smile before looking back up at me with those eyes that bring me to my knees. “I never thought I’d like submitting to you, but being down her
I should feel mortified, disgusted or burning with shame over what happened between Creed and me today. But, oddly, I don’t; I actually feel comfortable around him and would 100% do it again.It’s weird how the Mate Bond makes me trust him, and how he seems to trust me as well. He’s also given me my freedom and said he would wait for me, something I never thought would be possible with such an impulsive and impatient man like Creed Volkov.Now we’re sitting in his kitchen drinking coffee as if I didn’t just have his cock down my throat.“Here,” he hands me what seems like a pill bottle. “I had Sage get it for me since he has sway over most shifter hospitals in the city.”I look at the grey unmarked bottle and shake it; when it rattles, I know my first thoughts were right. “What is this?”He draws his cup to his lips and it's the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen; damn this Bond. “It’s something to help suppress your heat, if need be, that is. I know you might not have needed it in the
After getting Rebecca calm and waiting for her to get dressed, I sit her down in the living room with a cup of chamomile tea. She checked her security feed and we noticed Sage walking into the penthouse, going into her bedroom and when he walked out he smirked and waved at the camera above her bedroom door.He planned this not caring if she’d be home or not - he didn’t give a shit if she was there or not.“This doesn’t make sense,” she says, shaking her head. “He knew the codes to my penthouse and my safe. How?! How did he know them?!”I rub her back, wishing I had the answers for her. “Let's start with what he took, okay? You mentioned a Keep?”She’s sitting with her legs tucked underneath her and nods her head in the affirmative. “I’m a princess, right? He basically stole the keys to a fortified part of my castle - the most secure. He might have found our hidden village and taken my Court, but he wouldn’t have been able to get into the Keep.”“Is there something inside the Keep he w
Sage: Four Years Ago Another fucking meeting that could have been a conference call. I know Creed told me to take care of business like this, but this is fucking ridiculous. I must look like I enjoy being in meetings day in and day out; either that or I’m wearing a goddamn clown suit I’m not aware of. At least this time the meeting was right in the middle of New York, but it still wasted my time. Now I’m seated in an upmarket bar where only the wealthy converge, sipping on expensive alcohol to keep up appearances. Drawing the glass of whiskey to my lips, I empty the contents and gesture to the bartender for a refill. The sting of the alcohol leaves a trail of fire down my throat, but I don’t even blink at the feeling. As pissed off as I try to feel at Creed for the unimportant meeting, it’s a futile attempt at me holding onto the person I was a few years ago. The son who doted on his family, the big brother who loved spending time with his little sister in between training and s
I stare at Rebecca in Sage’s arms, both Creed and I are shocked to shit at what his cousin had just said. As far as I know, Sage is the enemy in her story since he kidnapped her Court. But now they may have history…?“Well? Are you going to tell them, or should I?” Sage purrs in her ear and I watch as her cheeks redden. “Four years ago, right here in New York - a hotel room…” He slackens his hold on her and she pushes him away. Hard. Rebecca takes a few steps away from him, tears welling up in her eyes as he continues to grin. “You bastard,” she murmurs before running out of Creed’s office, and I can do nothing else but follow her.Rushing into the elevator, she’s shaking so much that pressing the button to reception proves difficult, so I do it for her. Then I pull her into my arms.“Cherie…I-”“Shh, you don’t have to say anything right now,” I assure her, rubbing her back. “We’ll go home and you can come to me when you’re comfortable.”She nods just as the elevator doors open and
I scoff at my cousin, shaking my head. “Of course, you slept with her,” I say, but the look on his face tells me there’s so much more to this. We’re still in my office and Sage has just explained to me how far back his connection with the Seelie girl goes. It shouldn’t surprise me that he slept with her, but it does surprise me when I see the desperation in his normally vacant eyes.“It’s not just that. When we… she made me feel, Creed,” he says, sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his knees, shocking me to absolute hell. “When I was with her that night, throughout the entire day with her, I felt something. You should know what this means to me.”Do I know what this means? Of course, I do. Sage and I used to be close before he could no longer feel emotions. Born nearly two years apart, he was my closest friend. It killed me when he lost his ability to feel anything; it felt like I lost him even if he was right there.“She made you feel?” I murmur. “What do you mean?”He shakes
“Are you sure you want me to ask you anything? What if I feel particularly nosey today?” I ask when Creed and I settle on my bed.He lays back against the headboard with one arm crooked behind his head while the other pulls me onto his chest. I fall forward with a thump, only for him to snake an arm around my waist and hold me close to him.Gods, he’s huge. I mean, I fought him in the ring and took him down with a punch to the head, but I never paid attention to just how massive he was. I feel like a hamster in the mouth of a - well, a wolf. “Lucky for you my tongue is loose today,” he says in an amused tone, but I don’t miss the innuendo at all. “You should know all about it-”“You’re such a horn dog,” I groan, hiding my face on the side of his chest and regretting it immediately. Because, my Gods, he smells so damn good. “Try to focus!”Was I telling myself that or him?“I will try, but I will not promise a thing,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “But to answer your earlier
Rebecca As I stood before the full-length mirror in my ornate, flowing golden bridal gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Today was the day I was supposed to marry the man I had been arranged to marry to strengthen the bonds between our kind. But my heart was heavy with the knowledge that I was in love with someone else – Sage. Sage was everything the Fae Prince was not was not, and I still loved him. The Prince, Alexandr, was kind, gentle, and had a heart that overflowed with love; Sage was rough, selfish, and had a heart of ice. But ask me which one I’d gladly be with and I’ll still tell you it’s Sage Volkov. I had grown up knowing Alexandr, and over the years, we had grown close because of mutual acquaintances. We had shared our hopes and dreams, and actually made a pact to marry one day. It was a joke back then. Now, neither of us wanted this because even as we’re betrothed, we’re both in love with other people. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel
SageI sat alone in my dimly lit penthouse office, staring blankly at the empty space in front of me while nursing a tumbler of bourbon. The only sound that could be heard was the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, marking each passing second as if to remind me of the time that had slipped away from me.I thought admitting my feelings to her would do it. I thought being honest and open would get me the one I wanted, but it turns out all it did was push her further away.It had only been a few days since I had confessed my true feelings to Rebecca, and yet it felt like an eternity. The words had spilled out of me before I could even fully comprehend them, fueled by the overwhelming emotion that had been building up inside of me since I met her.After Uncle Kai’s death, I realized that if something were to happen to me, then I would be gone without admitting how I felt about her. That I’d be gone, and she’d still hate me. She would go on thinking I never had true feelings for her w
RebeccaI’m standing in the ‘what the actual fuck’ aftermath of what I’ve just witnessed. Cherie and Creed had the most beautiful ceremony I have ever witnessed, then it was time for them to claim each other and all hell broke loose.Now I’m walking shell-shocked, back to my car, my body trembling and my heart beating painfully against my ribcage. Creed killed his father while in his Lycan form, but it looked like he wasn’t himself when he did it. I felt like I was intruding, so I didn’t get any closer to the family’s shared grief. The last week or so has been hell for me. From resettling my Court closer to New York, to my mother attempting to marry me off to the coward prince. I know that I cannot have a say in who I marry because I come from Seelie royalty, but I’ve managed to talk to another Fae I am familiar with, and settled to marry him instead.My mother isn’t talking to me at the moment because she thinks it’s a mistake, but our Court has shrunk because she only wants pureblo
SageI met my mate the day I could finally feel emotions again…and yet Rebecca still has a more significant pull on me. It has led me to question if the Mate Bond is absolute or just something the Goddess has ingrained in you.After I left the estate a few days ago, I made arrangements for Rebecca and her Court to go home and now I’m on my way into town to meet Isabella, my mate. Creed’s Claiming Ceremony is in two days' time and I have something I need to discuss with him later on.Being back home with my emotions intact doesn’t feel any different, to be honest. Yeah, I can feel my parents’ love for me and I adore my little sister. But I think I’ve been dead inside for too long that I can’t be different, no matter how I try.It’s almost as if going through all that shit was for nothing.Sighing, I pull into my designated parking and walk inside the restaurant. Isabella turned out to be an established model and fashion designer, someone old Sage would have loved to have as a mate. Bu
RebeccaHeartless.How could I forget that was my nickname for him? After swallowing my pride and literally begging him to reconsider, he brushes me off like I am nothing. As if I didn’t need more proof that it was a mistake.Fucking me out of his system? Is that what he wants to call it? I doubt he treated other women the way he treated me, but then again, who am I to say that? Yes, it was a mistake. A giant, annoying mistake. “You seem pretty adamant to get your emotions back when heartlessness suits you just fine,” I say with a shrug. “Won’t having a conscience ruin your whole image?”Sage scoffs. “When you concealed the mark on my heart, did I seem different to you?”“No?” I say with a frown, only to see him smirk.“I had my emotions back then and yet I was still a cold, heartless Sage,” he says, chuckling. “I think I’ll be fine, Princess, no need to worry about me.”For the third time today, I have the fight knocked out of me and I am rendered speechless. Why do I keep thinking
RebeccaI’m in my shower, staring at the tiled wall and trying to figure out if I’ve hallucinated the entire day. From sleeping with Sage to him literally worshipping my body and in the next few minutes, I’m speaking to my mother. Yeah, I definitely think I’m dreaming.From everything Sage has told me, the only reason he’s emotionless is because of the Unseelie Queen’s mark on his heart. If my mother has a spell or enchantment that can remove that, then Sage should be back to… uhm, normal, I guess?But then what happens after that? When my mother comes back, she won’t want me anywhere near Sage. When I acted nonchalant with him about our future, I was pretending because I didn’t want to face what was shoved right in front of me.Not only that, but Sage has a mate out there somewhere. I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day he has a Mate Bond Sighting.I’ll never be the one his Goddess chose; the other half of his soul.Argh, I shouldn’t be so negative. Who says S
Sage The one thing I’ve wanted since I woke up with Rebecca missing that morning, has now happened. She has no idea how fucking beautiful she looks when she comes apart for me, how gorgeous her complete submission is. And this time she was the one who begged me to take her. She’s fast asleep in my arms; right in the middle of the morning after our first time together in years. Just being with her right now, even without the cloaking spell, I feel lighter than I ever have before. I don’t know if this is the answer to my problem, but I think I need to have a talk with her about it. She’s not my mate, I know this. But she’s the only one who makes me feel while I’m this heartless fucker, so that has to mean something, right? Even without that cloaking spell, she makes me FEEL. “Hmmm,” she groans, stirring in my arms and snuggling into my chest. “I’m dreaming, right?” “Did your dream include being thoroughly fucked?” I ask with a grin and know she’s rolling her eyes at me right now
Rebecca Six days in the presence of Sir Heartless and I’m about to have a hissy fit. How long can it possibly take to find whatever it is he’s looking for? We’ve scoured the place every single day, and there’s nothing!Not only am I frustrated, but it seems as if being around me has made him cockier than before. Last night was the worst of it, he kept on pushing my buttons and making me flustered.I watch as he walks towards the front door, ready for another day of nothing. But as he picks up the SUV keys, I rush forward, turn to face him, and place my hand on his heart.“I’ve had enough of this,” I say, before reversing the cloaking spell on the Unseelie Queen’s mark. He looks up at me in horror and I scoff because I knew something was up with him after our first day together. It started with the look in his eyes, down to his mannerisms and teasing. Old Sage would never just tease for the sake of it, he'd do it to get a rise out of me.And he’d do it all with an impassive look on h
SageLast night I had the same dream I had after I walked out of Volkov forest stripped of my emotions. It had the same beautiful dark-haired woman luring me back to the forest, only to fuck me senseless. She told me I belonged to her, that everything I was doing was for her and I believed her. It was the first time in years I woke up hard as a fucking rock with no relief to be found. I still don’t know who this woman is or why she says I’m hers. “So, what exactly made you so heartless?” Rebecca asks on our third day of nothing, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance up at her as I page through a spell book. “When you say heartless, what exactly do you mean?” I know exactly what she means, but I want to hear her say it.She closes the drawer she’d been rifling through and breathes out a sigh before leaning back in the chair. “You; everything that you are. Everyone who has met you says the exact same thing. You’re cold, nonchalant, you don’t care about anyone else but yourself-”“