Samael stood on the other side, dressed entirely in black. A black tight sweater with long sleeves, black pants and heavy boots. No crown, no Wrath jewels, nothing to indicate he was the king.But he didn't need that. It was very, very clear he was the king here. There was almost a sort of aura around him, one that exuded danger and power. One that I didn't want to be near at all.As I entered, Samael looked up, his gaze fixed on my Lara Croft outfit.Fuck. I felt nervous.The demons remained motionless, the only sound being the crackling of the fire. Despite not being close to it, I could still feel the heat emanating from the flames. Samael nodded towards his side, indicating for me to come. Slowly, I made my way around the circle of demons towards their king.I walked behind demons and had a feeling they didn't like someone so close to their back, even if I was a human. One wrong move or look and Samael would deal with them. They had to ignore their instincts to attack whoever got
"Us demons are all the same, wildflower." Sam said, looking back at me over his shoulder. "He knew exactly what he did wrong.""Now. Jump up. We are very generous in the head start we are giving him." Sam ordered and I looked at his back. He was so tall.Placing my hands on his shoulder, I awkwardly jumped up and he caught my legs with his steel arms. I locked my feet at his stomach and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held onto my legs while I rested my head beside his. My heart continued to race, and I was certain he could feel its frantic rhythm, pumping blood rapidly through my body."You smell nice. Very nice." Samael abruptly said. Saying I was surprised was a heavy understatement, but a single compliment wasn't going to make me swoon. "I know." I responded, tightening my arms and legs around him.I didn't like this closeness between us. I would never accept a guy this close to me after being so rude to me like he was."I meant your blood, flower. The blood that I will be dri
We reached the first demon shortly afterward. As soon as he spotted us, panic spread across his face when he realized it was Satan coming for him. Sam effortlessly pulled him down from the tree, checked his neck, and swiftly snapped it, all while I remained on his back.The next one was still running, trying to escape. Sam easily outran him, first snapping his knee to stop him from running and then checked his neck again. Another red stripe. First he broke the other knee, then he kicked his head so hard that it half exploded.The third one was hiding in a cave underground. I didn't see him, but Samael said he heard him. Heard him hiding. And smelt the vile smell of him from miles. There were more hiding in here, he said."Some think they can get away." Sam said when he entered the cramped cave. It was too small for me to remain on his back, so I slid off and stayed right behind him. "Have you ever had any escapees?" I asked when I slid closer to Samael, the cave being too dark for me
Multiple footsteps were suddenly right behind me and I looked behind my shoulder to see multiple pairs of red eyes coming my way. Terror struck me. Without thinking, I sprinted through the darkness, but a hand made contact with my back, causing me to let out a piercing scream. I stumbled and fell hard, banging my head, but I ignored the pain, pushed myself up, and continued running.Suddenly, Sam's roar reverberated through the air. Just as another hand grazed my exposed back, I screamed once more.All movement behind me disappeared. "Get her, Wruy!" Sam's voice boomed, and then a firm grip seized my arm, pulling me backwards. I kicked whoever it was and heard Wruy grunt out. "Fuck me. You're strong for a human." Wruy complained, keeping his hand on my arm. Another hand touched my other side, and I yelped away again, right in the body of Wruy.Whoever was touching me disappeared also.There was so much sound of fighting, pain and cracking bones that all my brain could give me was pani
"What does that mean?" I asked, my head swimming.A mischievous smirk adorned his face as he replied, "Oh, my sweet wildflower, we are going to have a very interesting night." He said, his tone filled with secrecy.I could feel my eyes growing heavy as I questioned, "Why?" My voice came out small and uncertain."You're getting high. I did take too much, since this is your first time. Fuck. I'm the first ever to bite you and take your blood. That means your body will adapt to mine. Right now, my saliva is coursing through your veins and your body will see it as something stronger. It will try to keep it, to strengthen itself. Your body will recognize that to get more saliva, it needs to provide blood in return. It will happily do that. Your body is working very hard to adapt to my needs, and my needs only. It's basing everything entirely on my saliva alone. And you're getting high. In a few hours, you'll be craving more." Sam explained in detail, still walking out with me.He did what
My mind was completely empty for 10 seconds.I kept staring at the door with no thoughts in my brain. Nothing.Eventually, I lowered my arm, and slowly, all the events of the day came rushing back to me. The weight of everything hit me like a tidal wave, and I turned back towards the bathroom, feeling the urge to vomit once again. But when I walked into the bathroom, I refused to throw up. I needed to keep the food inside me, no matter how overwhelming the situation was.Fuck, man. I had cut him. There was a spy here. Samael just killed 35 demons as easy as cutting pie, and I didn't even see a scratch on him—well, except for the one I inflicted.I had never hurt somebody on purpose. But now I used a weapon on someone. Of course, he did call me a whore, but still...And he bit me and drank my blood. Like a vampire."Fay!" Samael's voice boomed from his bedroom.I snapped my head back at the door and stuck my tongue out at it.Finally ridding myself of the tight leather shorts, I let th
I groaned and closed my eyes as a wave of strange sensations washed over me. My mouth was dry, my head ached, and my fingers began to tingle. Samael smirked at me, then turned and walked toward his alcohol cabinet, retrieving the bottle of wine I had opened earlier. He glanced at it with a sigh, but ultimately pointed at my glass.In response, I quickly finished the remaining wine, handed him my glass, and rubbed the back of my neck. The heat coursing through me was unbearable."How's the high?" He asked whilst he filled my glass of wine up. "There is no high." I said back in a snappy tone.Unexpectedly, he leaned down and placed his cool hand on my burning leg.I almost moaned.I always hated the cold. Hated rain, winter, cold mornings, cold showers, anything icy. I didn't even like my water cold. My drinks were always ordered without ice and I preferred hot wine over cold wine.But his hand, that felt like heaven.Samael's knowing smirk indicated that he was well aware of the effect
I woke up from a sore neck. Groaning awake, I stretched out my body to find a cool body next to mine. Looking to the side, I shocked awake when I found Samael looking straight at me. With his hand flat on my stomach."What's going on?" I asked, worried that something was wrong. "I need some blood." Sam responded, his eyes already on my neck. "No, Sam, what the hell? You took enough." I protested with a sigh. "But I want more. I've never felt like this before." He insisted, pulling me closer. His eyes were bright and alert and his arms around me were strong. Instinctively, I raised my knee to protect myself.I was naked. In bed with Satan. Shit."I need to pee." I blurted out and luckily, that made him let me go.Grabbing my bathrobe and pulling it around me, I quickly walked into his bathroom. Which was about five times the size of mine.My feet stopped moving when I looked into the mirror."Oh my God." I whispered in shock. My neck was covered in black and blue bruises and puncture w
“Are we really sure about this?“ Elle asked, her voice thick with apprehension. “We’re sure.” Elyse replied firmly, her eyes brimming with hope. Neither Elle nor I could bring ourselves to object any further. There was only one wall between this room and the dungeons, which were currently empty since all the prisoners had been taken out for the hunt. That's why tonight was the perfect night to do this. Sam wouldn't be here, and nor would be any of the hunters. Adrian had been invited to the hunt, much to his delight, and so even he would be occupied for the entire night. “How exactly do we do this?” I asked, frowning as doubt crept in. Half of me was convinced it wouldn’t work.The other half—the rational part—was terrified that it might. “Did we really have to pick the creepiest place for this?!” I jumped at the sound of a male voice, my hand instinctively gripping the hilt of my knife. Dante and Reggie had entered, Dante carrying a thick black book while Reggie laughed, pattin
I smiled and tugged on Sam’s pants, pulling him closer until his body pressed against mine. The thick branch beneath us held steady, but offered no protection from the cold wind gusting over our bare skin. Sam’s lips captured mine once again, and as his hand slid across my skin, feeling my goosebumps, fire burst from his fingertips. I gasped when the branch caught fire. Sam quickly doused the flames with his ice, but I stared at the charred spot, shock coursing through me. My mouth fell open in disbelief. "What... What is this?" I asked with disbelief. “I... I don’t know,” Sam replied, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “Have you always had this?” I questioned suspiciously, turning toward him. He looked at me, clearly unsure. “No,” he admitted, glancing down at his hand in amazement. I did the same. “I think it’s you. Your fire... it’s in my veins now.” I blinked, trying to process his words. "I noticed it every time I had your blood in my system. I felt the warmth. But I couldn
I bit my lip in torment, unable to tear my gaze away from Sam’s bare upper body. The fact that my body temperature was already too high didn’t help, nor did the way Sam moved in the fighting circle, calculating his next move to defeat his eight opponents. The scar I had given him long ago with a whip stood out starkly against his bronzed skin. The crown still sat firmly on his head, a testament to his rigid posture—even in the middle of combat. I almost groaned in desperation when Sam lifted the corner of his mouth into a smug smirk, taunting his enemies. Sam was intoxicated by the fight. It had been a long time since anyone dared challenge him, but tonight, nothing could stop him. He gave his challengers a simple choice: yield or die. A number of demons already lay dead at the corners of the ring. The vampires were nearly driven mad by the scent of blood, but Lucifer had kept them in check by giving each a bottle of blood wine. They lounged around, enjoying the company of several
I followed Sam's gaze and was met with thousands of silent eyes. It was still beyond me how such a large crowd could remain so quiet. My eyes first landed on Lucifer's wife, who was yanked back harshly by her husband. Lucifer looked regal, wearing a massive crown. His purple attire suited his large frame, and he puffed out his chest proudly when our gazes met. Shea stood a few meters away with the Lust crowd, her expression disapproving. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked down. Moving on, I saw Adrian with his arms around Elle, both beaming with happiness and pride. I forced myself to suppress a smile, wanting to appear serious, and looked further. Dagon stood with Ren, holding hands. Ren gently stroked Dagon's arm. I almost gasped when I noticed a slight bump in Dagon's belly. I nodded in acknowledgment, and Dagon responded with a serene smile, nodding back. Elyse stood near them, arms crossed, looking as fierce as any demon king. The numerous knives strapped to her bod
“Don’t be nervous.” Elle scolded me from behind. I huffed in response. “I’m so done with these public events.” I replied, wringing my hands together. “Well, get ready for a lot more. You’re going to be Queen.” Elyse commented from the side. I eyed her, furrowing my brows. Elle finished the intricate braid, adding small wildflowers to my hair. Their colors popped against my dark strands, and I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Elyse applied a final swipe of red lipstick to my lips, stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely perfect. Like a true Queen." I smiled again. My throat was bare. It would soon be adorned with a ruby necklace, similar to Sam's. Small rubies dangled from my ears, and a simple gold bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My dress was black and red, massive and encrusted with gemstones. I could barely walk in it, but apparently, this was how coronation dresses looked in this realm. Except for Elle, considering she was dressed in lingerie and a see
"Two bottles and one pack of cigarettes a month. That's my offer. Take it or leave it." Sam said, turning to Rhazien. The vampire sucked on his teeth, his fangs just visible, sharp and menacing. A shudder ran through me. They looked lethal. And painful. Lucifer, leaning heavily on the table, looked desperate. Around him, the vampires shared the same tense, eager expressions. Rhazien paused, letting the tension stretch. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each of us before it finally settled on Sam. He nodded once. "Yes!" Lucifer cheered, immediately turning to point at random vampires—each of them stunning in their own way. Lucifer's wife was going to have a heart attack. "I'll have my own harem!" He announced proudly. Sam sighed, clearly exasperated. "Oh, hell... What have we gotten ourselves into?" I snorted, nudging his chest. "Let him have his fun." "My brothers won’t be happy about this," Sam muttered. "I just gave the King of Pride something to brag about
I watched with interest as everyone around me became increasingly drunk. I kept my distance from the wine, not wanting to cloud my mind, and leaned comfortably against Sam. The vampires danced with the grace and allure of professional performers, putting on quite the spectacle. “I have some gifts for you, Rhazien.” Sam said, cutting through my distracted thoughts. “Gifts?” Rhazien’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “For your hospitality.” Sam reached to his side, producing a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine. Rhazien gasped, his excitement palpable. “Is that…?” Rhazien asked, his voice full of wonder. “Yes,” Sam smirked from behind me, “enjoy them.” “What are those?” I asked, eyeing the odd-smelling cigarettes. I recognized the wine as blood wine. “Blood cigarettes,” Sam replied. I froze at the words. “A delicacy for vampires. They can’t make them themselves. The process is intricate and involves working with a lot of blood,” he explained softly. Rhazien twirled the cigare
Sam cleared his throat and turned to Rhazien. “We agree—on my wife’s condition. My brother gets to take a vampire of his choice home. I’ll supply you with at least a dozen humans every month, in exchange for a dozen vampires.” Rhazien glanced from Sam to me, then over to Lucifer, who was still dancing. After a moment, he sighed. “Deal.” “Perfect.” Sam said with a grin, extending his hand. They shook on it, both clearly satisfied. I looked ahead, noticing some women dancing sensually on the bar. Their bodies moved like snakes, swaying their hips seductively, the atmosphere dripping with allure. Sam and Rhazien clinked their glasses and downed their drinks in sync, slamming the empty glasses down with matching grins. I knew Sam was getting drunk when he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, instinctively resisting, but his supernatural strength held me still. He pressed my hips against his and my back against his chest. His arms encircled me, and he placed another glass of w
The dark ballroom got even darker when Rhazien clapped his hands, and the dangerous tension in the room rose considerably. “Do you think they’ll dance with me?” Lucifer asked, his eyes fixed on a group of vampires. “They would be honored, King of Envy,” Credence replied. “Many of us have never had the privilege of meeting a demon.” "Why is that?" I asked with interest, glancing at the human girls twirling around in beautiful dresses, their vampire partners looking down at them like they were a snack. They probably were. “We're not foolish enough to venture into the demon realm. That would be suicide,” Credence explained, tapping her glass with her long, blood-red nails. “Nor do we invite demons into our lands. Demons are too bloodthirsty. For your King, we made a exception." "We won't shed any blood here." I promised her, even though I couldn't see her. "Don't make promises that aren't yours to make, Queen of Wrath. Your husband has quite the reputation. We know the risks we’ve