He groaned. "I can hear your heart, little one. Does that excite you?" He can hear my heart! She had to clear her throat before she could answer. "It's the way you talk." One of his claws caressed her cheek. He leaned down close, those golden eyes gleaming, his face a shadow. Her breath caught. "I could lick you again, make you scream with pleasure. Would you like that?" ************************************** Purchased by the Demon King, Victoria O'Hare is thrown into the world of the immortal. Brutal and ruled by instinct, the Demon King comes to her in the dark, filling her world with pleasure and fear. Cursed and broken, King Sebastian struggles to control his inner demon. He now owns a sweet little beauty. One who calls to him in the darkness. One he could kill in an instant. Victoria struggles to show Sebastian there is more to him than his brutal nature. Despite his curse, Sebastian is tempted to accept all Victoria has to offer. When a desperate werewolf and an evil army threaten war, King Sebastian must accept what he is and protect the woman he loves...if his inner demon doesn't kill her first.
Voir plus"The demon lay caged within his mind. With a thunderous roar he broke his bonds of servitude and laid waste to the Demon Lords. Nothing could stop him from vanquishing his enemies..." - Witness to the rise of the Demon King, Sebastian the Vanquisher.
Northern Romania, 1327 A.D.
"Master, open the door!"
With a grunt Sebastian rolled over, pressing against the naked female body that lay beside him. The woman sighed, slipping her pale hand up his neck to twirl around one of his horns. Smirking, he slapped her round backside and bit back a groan.
He couldn't remember the witch's name, nor did he care. But he did remember she was particularly gifted with her tongue...
"Master, please!"
Sitting up he pushed his long black hair from his face and squinted at the clock. "What the hell..." he groaned, his head throbbing.
Why in the gods would his servant wake him at this hour? Jasper knew full well he'd been up for nearly a week. After a hard won victory on the battlefield he'd been more than happy to celebrate with his men, indulging in drink and the delights of the flesh until exhaustion claimed him.
"My lord!"
Rubbing a hand over his face he snapped loudly, "The bloody castle better be on fucking fire, Jasper!"
"Master, she's coming. You must run!"
His heart went cold. She comes for me? Hastily he scrambled out of bed, roughly shoving the whore out of his way. She gave a loud squeal in protest, "My lord!"
Ignoring her Sebastian shoved his legs into his britches. With a growl he flung open the door. Jasper stood on the other side, a double edged sword in each hand. "Master, she is at the gates."
Son of a bitch!
"The wards?" The castle was protected by powerful wards. The magical barriers hid the stronghold from humans and prevented his enemies from entering.
Jasper shook his head, his face grim. "She's broken them."
"Damn it. The guards?"
"They can't stop her." The spectral demon's face flickered from solid to a ghostly translucent white. "Bane went out to meet her and didn't return."
Sebastian scowled, ignoring the stab of worry for his first in command. Bane was a skilled warrior, if the powerful demon could not stop her... "And Nicholas, where is he?"
"He has not returned."
Shit! Pursing his lips Sebastian tried to focus himself. "Get the servants out of here. I will face her." He'd brought this hell down upon them, and now he would have to meet his fate.
"Master," Jasper protested. Sebastian knew his servant would want to fight by his side, but he also knew it was going to be a losing battle.
"Do it," he ordered, his tone broaching no argument. Nodding Jasper turned completely incorporeal, disappearing through the floor.
Grabbing his sword he caught his reflection in a mirror. Straight black locks fell over his eyes, the golden orbs dull and battle worn. On his left arm he bore the insignia of his clan, a black dragon, the symbol of power and strength. His strong jaw was firm, his scarred body tense with the knowledge of what hell awaited him. He was a warrior, menacing and feared, and yet he was no match for the enemy at his gates.
He could very well die this night.
Cursing his foolishness Sebastian ran down the castle halls, jumping clean over staircases to reach the main floor. The castle seemed to vibrate with power. The windows cracked, the stone pillars groaning. She's going to bring the damn castle down.
This was his fault. He'd done this.
The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also
seal his fate.
Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.
A single berserker could lay waste to entire legions. But their strength came with a price, once turned they lost almost all reason. Ruled by their inner demon they were no better than savage animals, seeking the next kill.
Realizing this, the other demon clans had easily manipulated his kind, forcing berserkers to turn and training them like dogs. Along with his brethren Sebastian was born into a life of servitude and torture. He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler.
Until he learned to cage his inner demon.
After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.
But Sebastian never forgot how he'd suffered at the hands of the demon lord Ivan. Once his kingdom had been secure his army marched on Ivan's stronghold. Located in the far north of the demon realm the battle had been brutal. Bitter cold and harsh weather weakened his soldiers, while Ivan's legion of fiery demons wreaked havoc on his army.
Then came the vampires.
There'd been rumors Lord Ivan had aligned with a house of Forsaken, red eyed vampires near mad with bloodlust. Sebastian would never have believed such travesty if he had not seen it with his own eyes. The filthy leeches had slaughtered many of his soldiers, feeding off them as they went.
With his army being laid to waste Sebastian took desperate measures to ensure victory, seducing an extremely powerful mystic. Levina the Ever Watchful was well known for her schemes and vengeful nature, a wiser demon would have kept his distance. Ignoring caution he turned Levina to his cause with sweet words and empty promises, deceiving the sorceress without a single ounce of remorse. Then he watched with satisfaction as Levina destroyed his enemies. Once Lord Ivan had fled and his stronghold had fallen Sebastian abandoned the sorceress. What was one more female in a long line of conquests?
And now she comes for me.
As he reached the bottom steps to the main hall the heavy castle doors flew open. Shards of wood skittered across the stone floor as lightning struck viciously outside.
Sebastian sucked in a breath, his hand tightening on his sword. The vision before him was one he would never forget. Levina floated in the entrance, long golden locks whipping about her face. Her eyes, once bright silver, were completely black and full of hatred. As she glided across the threshold her white dress billowed about her legs.
She was both terrifying and beautiful to behold.
Taking a step towards her cautiously he demanded, "What do you want, sorceress?"
She cocked her head and smirked. "You don't seem pleased to see me, Demon King." She spoke in his native tongue, her disembodied voice sending shivers down his spine.
His eyes flickered over her floating form, assessing her. He could feel the power flowing from
her body. The air sizzled with it. "You have attacked my home."
"Oh, I plan to do far worse." Levina smiled sadistically. "What did you expect when you used me so callously?"
Raking his brain he thought fast. "It was not my intention to hurt you-"
"Lies!" she screeched. The very castle shook as she clenched her fists. "You use women for your own gain, as objects for your pleasure. How many hearts have you broken? How many tears have been shed by your empty promises, Sebastian the Vanquisher!"
He tensed, his hackles rising. Thunder crashed.
Too late.
Lightning streaked through the hall, directly for him. He roared as he was hit in the chest with a crushing force. It sent him flying backwards, crashing on the stairs. The stone shattered under his hard body. Clenching his teeth he struggled upward, wrapping an arm around his broken ribs. The urge to turn demonic seized him once more. No. Stay in control.
The mystic let out a vicious laugh. "You fight so hard not to turn. You despise that part of you, do you not? A demon who denies his own self, how pathetic," she leered. "So unlike the demon that sought to stop me at the gates, he turned without a second thought."
No, Bane! Sebastian couldn't stand the thought of losing his second in command. Not after what they had suffered as slaves. Not after all they'd fought for. "What have you done to him?" he demanded.
Levina cocked her head, gliding closer. "He lives in body. The rest however..." she trailed off with another cruel laugh. With a flick of her wrist he was struck again, the bolt of energy sending him skidding across the floor.
"Stop this," he managed to gasp, struggling to stand.
"Oh, but I've just begun," she sneered, her disembodied voice cold as steel. "I curse you, demon."
He stiffened, his eyes going wide.
She laughed again, the sound echoing through the castle halls. "I curse you into what you hate the most."
No...NO!
His body stiffened as rage and instincts rushed to the surface. The demon within roared, clawing at the cage Sebastian had spent centuries to build.
He began to turn.
His claws elongated, black and razor sharp, as his fangs shot long in his mouth. His body grew in size, his muscles expanding. His skin pricked as if stabbed with tiny blades, changing to a dark shade of blue. Power surged through him, hot and intense.
Desperately he fought against it, the tendons in his neck and arms bulging. "You cannot do this!" he bellowed, clawing at his chest. Don't turn. Fight it!
"It is done," she dismissed. "But do not fear there is a way to break from this curse."
He barely heard her, his blood pounding in his ears. Clutching at his head he snarled, "Tell me!"
"Love," she sneered. "You must learn to love and be loved in return."
His breathing harsh he fought to understand. "I must find a mate?" he asked, incredulous. Demons mated for life, the bond was eternal. Because of this a mate was carefully chosen. Sebastian had never desired to find his eternal mate, females were tools for his pleasure, not his equal.
"Not just a mate," the mystic corrected. "She must love you and you her. Poetic is it not?"
Love? He stared down at his hands, his dark claws glinting in the flashes of lightning. He knew how he appeared in this form. Knew the fear it struck in all who saw it. "No one will love me like this," he choked.
"Then this is how you will remain, Cursed One," the sorceress stated with satisfaction.
She's left me with no hope. I will be this way forever.
"I'll destroy you for this! I'll hunt you down, I vow it!" Even as he shouted the words he knew it was hopeless, mystics could not be killed.
The demon within raged inside him, clawing away at his sanity. Instincts and anger seared hot through his body. Kill her, rip her apart.
So much pain. So much rage.
He clutched his fists, releasing a roar of anguish. His brutal claws ripped into the walls and floor, the stone turning to dust. Levina's cruel laugh echoed in his ears.
He was lost.
With one last bellow he let the demon within rage free.
What the hell just happened?Eve sat down in a chair, fighting tears. She was torn between fury and anguish. She'd never been so confused in her life.She couldn't seem to get a handle on Vincent. He was so caring and protective one minute, angry and insulting the next. Were all wolves like this?Or was this a Legion trait?That last thought struck her hard. This man could very well be evil. One didn't just join the Legion for a good time. She had no idea who this man was or what he'd done in the past. He could be no better than a savage Forsaken, or Hunter.Oh god.She swallowed hard, panic rising up her throat. It had been over eighty years since she'd last seen a Hunter. Memories of fire and screams filled her mind. Shaking her head she forced the images away, jumping to her feet and pacing around the kitchen.Vincent was nothing like that. He couldn't be. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but he was also so gentle. And last night...Her stomach clenched. Blushing she leaned aga
When he struggled awake the next morning Vincent was both pissed and immediately wanted to punch himself.Firstly, Evelyn was not in the bed with him, nor in the cottage.Secondly, what the fuck did he do last night?He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. He had to be losing his goddamn mind. Dry humping Evelyn in the middle of the fucking night! What the hell had he been thinking?He hadn't been. He'd let his dick and his wolf do the thinking for him. And he'd loved every damn minute.His wolf let out a growl. It wanted to find Evelyn. He wanted to find Evelyn.Where the fuck was Evelyn?Sitting up he let out a snarl at the empty cottage. That girl was a walking accident waiting to happen. He did not like having her out of sight.His chest constricted. What if she left? She was so innocent and soft. What if he'd frightened her off?Fuck, fuck, fuck!An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut. He felt like he might be sick.Wh
Vincent gritted his teeth as Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and called his name. Her little body stiffened, her back arching, as her hips bucked erratically. He held her tight as her body shook with her orgasm, just stopping himself from spilling his seed between her soft thighs.Tears streamed down her cheeks, shock intermixed with pleasure in her big silver eyes. She's never come before. Fuck!His hands clenched around her waist. His wolf demanded he take her fully, to sink into her tight heat and make her come over and over. Even in its weakened state it took him several long moments to wrestle back into control.Never had he been so fucking turned on. And by a little virgin halfling! He was half-dead and his damn cock was throbbing for Christ sakes. It thrilled him to be the first to give Evelyn pleasure. The dominant wolf in him wanted to be the only man to ever give her pleasure.She stilled against him, dragging in a deep breath. "Vincent," she whimpered."I'm not done
Eve snapped awake to a dark cottage. A heavy arm was wrapped around her stomach, constricting her movements. Blushing she peered over at Vincent's blurry form. The big male had rolled over in his sleep, pinning her against his side with one muscular arm. She could feel the hot heat of his body against her backside.His very naked body.Her heart slamming in her chest she tried to shove away his arm and create some space. He grumbled in his sleep and pulled her tighter, pressing his face against the back of her neck."Vincent?" she whispered loudly, shaking his arm. "Vincent, let me go."He mumbled something incoherently before sliding his hand to her hip. Sighing in relief she made to move away, only to freeze in shock as his hand drifted up over her hip and cupped her breast."Vincent!" she squealed, slapping at his hand. He only gripped her harder, his fingers curling over the top of her camisole and pulling the fabric down over her breast. The cool night air tickled her sensitive s
Eve watched Vincent as he lay on the bad. Even with his eyes shut he looked pissed. The man completely threw her off. She had no experience to fall back on when it came to dealing with his moods or aggressive behavior. Biting her lip she gazed at him from under her lashes. He was so ruggedly handsome, his nose straight and narrow. His thick beard was wild and masculine under his high cheek bones. She found herself itching to touch it.The werewolf frightened her, but to her acute embarrassment he also aroused her. And he knew it! When he'd pinned her down on the bed....her heart had never beat so fast. Her lustful reaction was shocking. She still ached.Swallowing, Eve ran a hand over her mouth. This was crazy. She just need a good night's sleep. The last couple days had been rough to say the least. On top of that she'd spent the night sleeping awkwardly in a hard chair. Her exhausted body was already demanding she lay down in her bed and sleep.Her eyes widened with realization. S
Vincent wanted to throttle the girl. He moaned and rubbed a hand over his face, blinking his eyes repeatedly. For most of the day he'd been in and out of consciousness. At least he was no longer seeing random colors, for a time Evelyn's face had been lavender.Evelyn thankfully kept quiet, popping out of the cottage whenever he came too. At least the woman was intelligent enough to make herself scarce after accidentally drugging him. It seemed he just couldn't win as of late.The door opened with a bang, letting in a brisk cold breeze. Evelyn stumbled inside, her arms laden with firewood. She kicked the door shut with a grunt, nearly falling over backwards. Vincent shook his head as he watched her struggle. The girl was the definition of clumsy. It amazed him that she had managed to survive on her own at all.Dumping the wood by the stove she straightened, her thick glasses sitting crookedly on her nose and long strands of hair falling over her face. His inner wolf found it oddly end
Nicholas StormNorthern Romania, Castle of the Demon KingCrossing his arms Nicholas Storm leaned back against the door-frame with a smirk. Victoria and Jasper were on the couch, shouting to each other as they vigorously pressed buttons on their controllers. On the large flat screen alien hordes attacked in vicious waves.In the corner of the great room the vampire Charles Lockhart spoke in hushed tones to King Sebastian. Occasionally the two would glance over at their mates on the couch and chuckle with affection. A fire burned in the large hearth, spreading its warmth and soft glow about the room, as snow fell outside the windows.The scene was odd to him. He supposed that shouldn't surprise him. From boyhood his life had always been focused on his next kill. Whether it was to survive, fight for his King, or for pay, Nicholas had killed more than he could remember. He didn't deny that he relished the fight, the stronger the opponent the better. It was one of the reasons he became a
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Vincent awoke to bright light glaring into his eyes. He cursed roughly and tried to roll over. Agonizing pain shot up his arm at the movement and he stiffened.He was in a small cottage, with stone walls and dark wood beams. Frowning he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cottage was warm, the smell of lavender and honeysuckle hanging lightly in the air. He supposed it would be considered charming, if it wasn't for all the clutter and junk piled over the floor and furniture.A soft sigh sounded next to him. Tensing he glanced down and glowered. There was a small woman sleeping in a chair beside him. She was hunched over, her arms crossed over the side of the bed with her head resting on top.Vincent sneered at the girl. She appeared weak and feeble, neither traits he found desirable. She was a tiny thing; he doubted she would reach past his chest standing upright. Her body was slim, with surprisingly wide hips and a narrow waist. A thick strand of hair covered her face. It was li
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