He sensed my need, and his teeth sank into my neck. A rush of adrenaline raced through my veins. I fell apart, a moaning scream escaping me. My body, overwhelmed by lust, seemed to shatter and then reshape itself. Sam was a steady presence behind me, holding on as if his life depended on it. A wave of pure lust had slammed into me as I came together with Satan. My skin prickled. My forehead rested against the cold glass. Sam slowly peeled me off the sticky glass. "How does it feel being owned by the devil?" "How does it feel being owned by a human?" I replied with closed eyes and a soft smile around my lips, feeling more powerful than ever. A strange energy coursed through me, my fingertips tingling with life. I was uncontrollably sensitive to Sam's presence. It was like he was my life, a part of my soul. Sam guided me down on the carpet, right next to the glass. "Like I'm owned by heaven itself. Fucking incredible," Sam said, running his fingers over my skin. I smiled softly.
I tried to run as fast as I could, but my legs ached from the torment Sam had put me through. My body burned and protested, but I pushed through the pain. It was too soon. "My King! Please! No one is allowed in!" A guard wailed behind us. Sam was right behind me, fighting off any demons who tried to stop us. "Try to come closer, and see what happens." Sam snarled over his shoulder to the servant. The guard slowed his run, a panicked look on his face. He had a knife in his hand, an automatic reaction to our sudden arrival, but his hand faltered upon hearing Sam's snarl. He stopped running altogether, a frightened look on his face. "This is easier than I thought it would be." Sam said from behind me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Since we had arrived, every guard had come to attack us. Sam had fought them off all alone, letting me run ahead of him, ensuring I would get here as soon as I could. He had fought off every demon that stood in my way. Two white double doors cam
Our walk into the forest was slow and nerve-wracking. I felt Sam's change in body language the second we passed Adrian's kingdom border. His eyes turned to steel, scanning the area for any threats. Sam suddenly pulled me to a standstill. "Can you let me know what's bothering you? Why are you not speaking your mind?" "Nothing is bothering me." I lied. His eyes darkened. "I asked you a question, and I want to know the answer to it." I added. "I don't know how to answer it." Sam said, his grip on my upper arm tightening. "It's a simple yes or no question." I shot back. "But if I say yes, and you say no, will your head keep spiralling?" Sam said, his grip becoming slightly painful. "Will you already make up your mind to leave me, based on one question?" He added, his face coming closer to mine. My brows furrowed. "Just answer the question." Sam's jaw clenched. His hard eyes searched mine for a moment. The sound of his shirt ripping was the only warning I had before his wi
"I don't want to hurt you." I said as I evaded Nija's attack. "You're not going to hurt me." She replied swiftly, striking out with her leg again. My eyes automatically flicked over to Sam, who stood at the edge of the battlefield, his arms crossed. His tightly fitted shirt did nothing to hide his muscles, and his expression did nothing to hide his frustration and impatience. But it wasn't his body I noticed first. His cheek, which still bore a burn mark, stood out against his skin. It hadn't healed like all of his other injuries. The kingdom had been in shock when they saw the wound, but Sam had silenced every question and remark with a single look. "You're not going to hurt her, flower." Sam remarked from the side. "Nija is from Wrath, so she can handle it, anyway." Sam's arms tightened. "Aren't you, Nija?" I winced and missed my step, colliding with Nija's fist aimed at my head. She hit my shoulder with more impact than I expected, and I stumbled back. "Exactly." Nija
"Again." The order came. With an exhausted puff, I tried to think of a fire again. I tried to imagine the flames roaring, the colours changing, the heat of it. The unmistakable crackling of fire filled my head. I might have been better at it if not for the icy stare of a demon king piercing through me. I opened my hands as instructed and tried to generate heat at my fingertips. "You're not focusing. Concentrate." Burta barked. "Maybe because you're distracting me." I snapped back. Lately, I'd been a ray of sunshine. Between brutal fight training and early elemental sessions with Burta, I had little reason to smile. Sam had decided that I should be given training to control my fire next to my abusive training from Nija, as he saw no progress with my fire in combat. He watched every minute of every single training. His presence grated on my nerves more each day. "Your thoughts are drifting, flower." Sam commented from the sideline. My eyes snapped open. "Don't you hav
I groaned awake, feeling sticks poking my back. A wet leaf clung to my cheek, and I swatted it off quickly. Loose, dry sand covered my naked legs as I slowly rose, trying to comprehend where I was. I blinked several times. I was still in my black, silky top that barely covered my thighs. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and cold air made my nipples harden. Surrounded by trees, the pitch-black midnight sky offered no light, not even from the moon. Placing my bare feet on the soil, I frowned. What the fuck? Where was I? How did I get here? Nothing surfaced when I tried to remember what could've happened. Sam had been trying to scare me for hours until I nearly set fire to the willow tree. Finally relenting, he let me rest for the first time in over a week. I had a shower, changed into this top, and fell asleep in Sam's bed. Had someone gotten in? Concentrating, I sharpened my vision and shook off the sleep. It was cold, but I didn't mind as I warmed my own skin. What happened to
The fire disappeared in an instant. Darkness and silence descended around us. "Sam." I managed to croak out. He didn't speak. Through his mask, he gazed at me, and a different kind of heat surged through my body. A tense silence settled between us, heavy with anticipation. He wore fire resistant clothes. That's why every inch of him was covered. That's why he wore a mask. But I couldn't shake the intense feeling of desire as I regarded him in front of me. "Hands on your back." He ordered in a low, commanding voice. That low, evil voice coiled around my brain. Gods, if he had told me to set myself on fire, I would've. Being the good girl that I was, I slowly moved my hands behind my back and clasped them together. He walked forward, and my heart shot to my throat as I was plastered to the ground. With military precision, Sam approached. His army attire accentuated his form perfectly. When he stood before me, his gloved hand traced my bare hip. "That's one good little firebreat
Someone was calling my name. "Shut up." I grumbled in my pillow. "You will never change, will you?" A familiar voice grinned from somewhere far away. "Come on, it's time for a pamper day!" A hand smacked my shoulder, and I finally woke up. Elle's laughing face hovered over me, and she held a big strawberry in her hand. I frowned, but before I could speak, she stuffed the fruit into my mouth. "Breakfast!" She announced happily as I tried to say something, causing juices to run down my chin. The flavour of the strawberry was rich and juicy, and I immediately sat up looking for more, not caring about my physical state. I was ravenous. A plate filled with fruit sat on my nightstand. I grabbed a handful of strawberries, melon, and mango, stuffing my mouth before Elle could steal any. "Good morning to you too." Elle grinned softly. "Sorry." I managed to choke out, cheeks pink with embarrassment. I threw my arms around my best friend, pulling her onto my bed. "Where's Eleanor?" I as
“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