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
He took my breath away, and I stared at him in complete shock and awe. A gentle hand on my back pushed me forward. Without looking behind me, I took a hesitant step. I had seen Sam in many states, but I had never, ever seen him nervous. He regarded me with wringing hands, a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. I walked toward him in a complete trance, slow and steady. "Fay." He said when I reached him, his voice gentle yet a tad nervous. My heart started beating in my throat. "My beautiful human." He continued. I couldn't respond. I just stared at him with wide eyes. "Never did I think that I would find my equal partner. Someone worthy of wearing the crown of Wrath. Someone I would be proud to call my Queen." Sam said, his gaze fixed at me, some of his nerves leaving him. The rest of the world fell away. "I have loved you since the moment you appeared in front of me. I have wanted you even earlier than that. I have needed you my entire life." He took a step closer, his voice lo
"A bachelor's party?" Sam asked with genuine confusion. "What happens at a bachelor's party?" "Not really any of your concern." Elle replied as she expertly applied my makeup. Elyse, finishing the last touches on my straightened hair, brushed through it softly with her fingers, ignoring the conversation around her. "Adrian." Sam said sharply. "What happens at a bachelor's party? And why in the human realm?!" I stayed silent, sharing a secret smile with my friends. My lips, stained red, perfectly matched my black dress adorned with small rubies around my neck. Eleanor slept in my arms, her cheek resting against my arm, her breathing slow and steady. "You don't want to know, Sammi." Adrian said from where he was leaning against the door. "Yes, I do. Tell me." Sam demanded, a dangerous tone to his voice. Adrian sighed and shook his head at us. "It's a human thing. A party to celebrate single life before marriage." "But Fay is not single." Sam shot back, clearly agitated. "Yes, but w
My stomach lurched the moment we hurtled through space and time. I pressed my lips together tightly, fingers digging into Adrian's arm, bracing for the inevitable crash. Just as I was about to scream, my feet hit solid ground again. I stumbled forward, face-planting clumsily onto the carpet of our dorm. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Dante and Reggie were on the couch, bursting into laughter at the sight of me sprawled out with my hair in my face and my ass in the air. "Had enough drinks, Bambi?" Reggie teased as he walked over with his hand stretched out. Before he could reach me, Adrian grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet. "Careful, Reggie," Adrian warned seriously. "He'll know if you've touched her." "Alright, man. Heard it loud and clear." Reggie responded, raising his hands in the air as surrender. Adrian sighed and turned to Elle for their goodbyes. I left them to it and wandered over to the table. It was laden with shots, two large pizzas, and a variety of desserts from our fav
Two demon kings stood in the corner of the club, standing out like gods among humans.People gravitated toward Adrian, drawn to him like moths to a flame. Men and women alike, they all seemed desperate for a taste of this lustful figure. They practically fell to their knees with every subtle movement he made. Adrian sipped his drink, surveying the club with narrowed eyes, seemingly oblivious to the throngs of people watching him hungrily.Sam, however, stood apart. He sipped his drink, his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.People avoided him at all costs. Men glanced at him for a split second before turning their gaze away, not wanting to gather the attention of this man who had Wrath swirling in his eyes. Women stared at him- from afar. Sam was easily the most attractive person in the club, but there was an aura of danger about him—intriguing yet fucking terrifying.When a man almost stumbled into him, Sam only had to give a single, icy glare. The m
I couldn't hide the shock on my face, and Brent noticed immediately. Rosalie stepped forward, her eyes wide with shock and fury.Gasps echoed around us as the crowd began to murmur."Time to go." Adrian snapped, turning around to grab Elle."STOP!" Brent shouted, jumping forward and pulling his phone from his pocket. People looked at me with wide eyes. "You murdered Sebastian!" Rosalie shrieked, and panic ensued in the club. The music stopped at once.Sam already had his arms around me, and started hauling me backwards.Some people screamed in fear, others in anger, while many raised their phones to film the chaos. Flashes erupted as cameras clicked, and Sam shielded me with his body.The club lights came on, flooding us with harsh brightness. Security tried to restore order, but the scene was spiralling out of control.A hand reached for my arm.Sam tensed, letting out a menacing growl. He bared his teeth at the people around us.Everybody close screamed and backed away. Multiple pol
“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