“That ring is mine.” Vinaud growled, facing Riordan fully. “Old friend, you don’t want to make an enemy of me do you?”All Freya could see was that the ring was off his finger which meant... he was vulnerable to her attack. A hard wall of her shadows erupted from her breast and slammed into his back, throwing him into a pillar hard. Freya got off her knees and raised her fingers, calling her shadows to her. They streamed around her wrists, between her fingers, becoming thicker and fuller and she screamed as she sent her magic hurtling into his face. He flinched and the next second, her shadows had formed a hundred daggers hovering in the air a dangerous inch to his skin. He stared her in the eyes and she breathed hard as she remembered the terrible feeling of having her will stolen away.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” She gritted out. “Immediately I saw your power in the Pit, I sent a letter.” He said and she stiffened. “What are you talking about?” She growled. “M
“Food delivery-“ She heard the female voices outside. “Thank you.” He said extended his hand for the tray but the ladies outside were swooning, forgetting themselves are they drooled over his bare chest. Irrationally, Freya felt a flare of annoyance and she scoffed. As if, he could sell his chest to the highest bidder for all she cared. “Shall I starve to death ?” She called and he finally brought it in. Her eyes met the ladies’ before the door closed and she smiled. They could drool, but he was hers. He set the tray down on the bed and his weight dipped the bed as he sat opposite her. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the little detail that they were on the same bed and buttered the bread. She broke it in two and offered him one before biting into her half and nearly moaning. She’d neglected her stomach recently, nibbling on the bits and ends here and there while trying to survive. She bit into the chicken pie and groaned. “This is good.” She said around her mouthful and she lo
She and Riordan ran out of the motel room but they quickly doubled back when they got to the stairs and found a trio of them just heading up. “Shit. Upstairs.” She said urgently but he pulled her to a stop. “No.” He grabbed her arm and ground her to a halt. “Never the roof. The minute you step on the roof you’re dead.”He grabbed her arm and ran down the hallway, and they turned the corner right before the Council dogs came up. “Are they seriously trying to kill me?” She asked as she kept pace, following him through the twists and turns. “Depends on who sent them.” He replied. “The Council duhh.”“There is not just one person on the Council.” He replied. The Council was made of four people but she thought they made their decisions unanimously. “You know an awful lot about the Council.” She said to him. “Do you know who they are?”He scoffed, his tone filed with humour. “If I did I would be dead.” He said. They finally pushed a door open and emerged on the streets and she bl
Atop their stolen horses, she glared at his broad back. They had been riding hard, even as dawn broke, throughout the day and even now when the sun had about an hour to set. She was sick of the smell of horse. “I think we lost them.” She called to him and he ignored her as he had done all day. This bastard didn’t blame her for them being attacked by the Council dogs did he? He was also an abomination so they both drew their attention. Following her mind and the terrible things it always suggested, she pulled up beside him, letting their horses get in sync as they cantered away. “I’m starving. Let’s stop for dinnner.” She said. When he ignored her again, she watched his broad back retreat for a second and acting impulsively, she grabbed a low hanging fruit from a close branch and she lobbed it. It hit his back squarely and bounced off and he spun around to glare at her. “What are you? A child?” He hissed but she was already getting down from her horse. “Get down now.” She orde
Riordan hunted the deer with the single minded purpose of a starving man but it was only to distract himself from his bigger problem. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay away from her. The moon was full and bright and his arm would have healed a lot faster if he shifted since but he didn’t. He didn’t trust his wolf not to go after her. He had never thought himself a patient man but for her he had learned. He watched her swagger arrogantly through each day, marching from one type of trouble into the next and he waited patiently for her to come to him. He waited for her to realise by herself that he was waiting, for her to make up her mind. But these days, he forgot to be patient. He succumbed to the need to touch her skin, to inhale her fragrance. He marched her on that stupid horse and put her in a rotten mood because it was a pale imitation of what she made him feel. The deer never stood a chance. With one swipe, he spilled her throat to the ground. She was too startle
Her own plan turned against her, Freya realised. Tease him, drive him crazy and leave him hanging the way he did her earlier; that was the plan but she had no idea that she would be in over her head this badly. He was staring at her, waiting for her answer and she felt his cock jerk against her pussy. She’d never been so turned on, it messed with all of her reasoning and she wanted only one thing; for him to fill this aching emptiness inside her.“You’re wearing too many fucking clothes.” She said instead and she ripped his shirt. Buttons went spraying in all directions and his glorious chest was bared. She felt wicked and adventurous and she smirked as she lowered her lips to his neck and bit into it gently. “Goddess!” He moaned and she did it again, flexing her hips and rubbing against his thick cock hungrily. She nibbled slowly down his chest, her breaths coming in fast pants and her finger shaking with anticipation. She met his eyes above hers and she popped the button on his pa
Freya didn’t know how long they fucked. After he marked her and she marked him, it got even more intense. Somehow, they found their way back to the clearing, amid harried touches and urgent mating. The sun rose and met them, and Riordan carried her into a cave. “Eat.” He’d tried to order her but he might as well have been speaking alien. She wasn’t interested in food and he soon gave up trying to feed her when she raised her rump in the air and wiggled it. She knew he couldn’t resist her. His face got dark and he came after her and she was slamming him home before her back touched the ground. Just when she felt boneless and her head felt like it was made of clouds and she felt like she could fly, like she couldn’t possibly take one more second of sex, he rolled over her, fisting his cock as he rubbed his rigid shaft against her pussy, stroking her appetite back up and he was slamming home inside her again. She was alive, she was lust and desire and she was sex. She laughed, exhilar
Freya ran away with her stolen cargo and the entire time she berated herself. What was she doing acting like some misplaced hero in a dying movie? She was nobody’s hero and by the time Riordan joined them several miles later, she was angry at herself. She came to a halt and got down from the horse, putting the little girl down unceremoniously. Perhaps it was her cute tiny face that lured her into that chivalry because even now she could feel her countenance softening again. She glanced at Riordan helplessly. “What are we to do with a kid?” She asked him and he folded his arms and watched her. “I should be asking you that.” He replied and she huffed. Of course he was no use now. She crouched in front of the girl and smiled. “Hello. My name is Freya, how about you?” She asked. The little girl said nothing, her wide eyes stark with fear. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I won’t hurt you. Those men, why were they going to burn you?” He asked her and she flinched and shook h