I looked at her alluring dress, which was hugging her perfect body amazingly. I didn't know where she found this dress, but man was it a fucking treat to look at. I wanted to be the one to unzip it. Desire washed over my skin, threatening to drown me. Instead of asking for my help, she looked up at Wruy again. "I don't want to sleep with clothes on. I sleep naked." That fucking does it. Without a second thought, I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from Wruy with more force than intended. Fay slammed into me and Wruy instantly stepped back when he saw my angry face. Even the touch of her warm skin couldn't calm my fury now. I knew exactly what Wruy was thinking, imagining her sleeping naked just like every other demon who overheard her comment. He wisely stepped back, seeing my angry expression. "You." I snapped at Fay, who rubbed her face as if she had bumped into me too hard.. There were so many things I wanted to say. Get naked. Show me your neck. Touch me. Get on your knees. M
"Have a drink." Sam said, his cold hand on my cheek. My mind was muddled from the shots. Was I drugged? Was I really here alone with Sam AND Guirita, and he told me to have a drink? I couldn't see anything, but I knew in what direction my bedroom was. Just when I stepped back to escape, Sam spoke. "Guirita. Light some candles." He ordered her, his voice a little bit strained. Guirita's angry face lit up when she lit up a match and she skilfully walked over to the edge of the bed, which was not made. She lit up one candle next to the bed, walked around it and lit another one. She turned to us, and with her eyes on me, blew the candle out. Her black veil made her look scary and unpredictable. Her face was once again hidden from me and she was dressed so black, I couldn't even see her figure. Samael stepped away from me to his collection of bottles and my nerves didn't die down a single bit. If anything, they rose to uncomfortable levels. I was trapped in a room with two predators. O
Her lips were cold. Icy, even. I was relieved that normal demons didn't have this weird kissing thing. Being tied to Guirita would be unimaginable. She seemed stunned at first. She didn't move, but Sam also didn't touch me. His attack halted the moment I kissed her. An energy of shock went through the room and I decided to push it a little bit further. If Sam couldn't touch me now that he was married, I might as well give him a show. Pushing Guirita back, she whimpered when I straddled her. My hand went to the back of her neck and I opened my lips slightly to breathe against her lips. She moaned but seemed to be truly lost at what to do. Come on, woman. Grabbing her hand, I guided it to my hip, right on the skin. She gasped and also opened her lips. I pressed my body closer against hers and her hand slid from my hip to my ass. Her touches stayed cold and uninviting, but I pressed on. It had been a while since I had some affection like this, and my drunk mind enjoyed it. I mean, s
My shower had hot water again. Whilst I stood in the shower, drunk and swaying, I reflected on the ridiculous situations life had entangled me in. Everything had changed dramatically since Anna uttered those terrifying Latin words in our cosy, small living room. First it was Elle who was taken by a demon king. Now it was me. Only my demon king wasn't in love with me. And he had some serious anger issues. Stepping out of the shower, I froze upon hearing a sound. With the towel half in my hair, I looked at the door connecting my bedroom to Sam's bedroom. Moaning. Female moaning. Extra loud. Fuck. No. Dear lord. Please. No. My U-turn was so swift I almost broke my ankle, but I didn't care. I threw the towels away from me and turned the shower back on. I would sit in here all night, if I had to. After half an hour of staying in the shower, my skin was wrinkled, and my mind exhausted. I finally turned the shower off, hoping the noise had stopped. They had, thank fuck. With a tired si
The clothes consisted of black riding pants, a tight dark red top and army boots. It wasn't Lara Croft porn style, but finally a decent badass outfit. I could do with this. Feeling satisfied with my outfit choice, I braided my hair and hit the air with a surge of adrenaline, ready to face whatever awaited me. Come at me, dark ones. Come to mamma. As I entered Sam's bedroom, I was met with an astonishing array of weapons, enough to make even a seasoned warrior shudder. Every single weapon one could dream of was here. It was a serial killer's heaven. Some looked awfully close to torture devices and I decided to stick to simple. I armed myself with Sam's knife, ninja stars, and a sword that I wrapped around my body with the string that was attached to it. No guns. No automatic fire. Nothing that would actually keep me safe from a distance. This was all hand to hand combat. A brilliant idea struck me when I spotted some spikes, so I concealed them in my shoes for later use. Lastly, bec
After Samael left, I started to nibble on the food in peace. My peace was short-lived, however, when the door opened again and Guirita stepped in. She sat opposite me and slammed the door shut. I glanced at her with a piece of sweet potato still in my mouth, and her eyes bore into me murderously. "I know it seems like he's taken an interest in you, human, but mark my words. You're just a plaything, a mere toy." She remarked. I glanced at the door and back at her with calmness. "He's had humans before, and they all met a gruesome end when the king grew bored of them. Just ask your friend Queen Gabrielle." She added with a smirk. The sweet potato left my mouth in surprise. Did she just bring Elle into this? She noticed my reaction and seemed pleased with herself. "She was here when a few ladies were starved, cut into, and killed. It may seem like he's fond of you, but it won't last long. Soon, he'll want to cut too deeply into your skin. Humans tend to die when something cuts them to
I awoke with a startle. The carriage was dark, just like outside, with a dim glow of fire making its way inside. I heard demons talking, fighting and drinking. We stood still. Just as I was about to lean forward to look out the tiny window, I sensed another presence in the carriage. "Sam." I breathed out, catching my heart with my hand. This guy got a 10+ on his sneaking skills. "Flower. We really have to work on your awareness skills. I have been sitting here for the past half-hour." Sam casually said, holding a drink in his hand. He sat on the other side of the dark carriage, his posture relaxed with one elbow resting on the window sill. A sword lay next to him on the bench. "I'm a deep sleeper." I offered as excuse. "So it seems. But you'll have to fix that before we reach my sister tomorrow. Lucifer enjoys scaring humans." He replied, taking another sip of his drink. "And you don't?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Humour shone in his eyes as he regarded me. "I woul
His teeth sank into my ankle, and I arched my back in response to the explosion of pain. His fingers dug into my lower leg as he massaged the skin there, and I almost moaned how good it felt to get the pressure relieved from my muscles. If I had known he was going to give me a massage, I wouldn't have made this deal. But it felt so good that I didn't want him to stop either. When his saliva entered my bloodstream, I leaned my head back against the wall. My leg tingled, and his touch spread his saliva through my body faster. Both of his hands kneaded my skin, while his mouth stayed latched onto my ankle, drawing blood from me. Fuck. I had made a mistake. Especially when he groaned against my skin and lifted my leg even higher. I let him take it and watched the demon take something he wasn't allowed to. It lasted one night, this rule of his, it was already broken. But I didn't moan. I didn't make a sound. I just breathed heavily and ignored all the signs in my body that told me I wa
“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