I looked at the male who said it and he sharply turned to me. "My King. I didn't realise the lady was here." He rushed out. Both Sam and I snorted in unison. "Don't hold back because Fay is here. I'm sure she'll find your conversations quite amusing. Fay is no ordinary lady. She's more curious than most, so enlighten her on the subject, if you will." Samael announced to his demons. He exuded an air of relaxation, as did the other demons present. The male who had spoken nodded appreciatively. "In that case," Someone grinned from afar, "What about those thirty women that were dancing on the tables mere weeks ago? That was a bloody sound!" Multiple demons burst into laughter in response. Nija was sitting in the back, grinning along. There were only a handful of women here, the Wrath kingdom was mostly men. But the women that were here, were treated as equal as men. Luckily. Otherwise, I would have had a bigger problem with Sam. "You see, my lady," Another male said with a wide grin,
"Where are we going?" I asked Sam when the door slammed shut behind me. I found myself in the small hallway once again. The ship swayed on the waves. Some of the bedrooms were shut now, telling me some demons had already gone to sleep. Or were doing other things. "Like you said, flower. We are going to live a little. We are at war, after all. We might die tomorrow." Sam replied, nudging me forward. I knew our destination. The double doors ahead were now closed, appearing larger than before. The black polish was smooth and elegant but it was daunting all the same. If these doors were pink, for example, maybe I would've strode for those doors like it was merely a joke. "What does that mean?" I asked when I slowly edged closer to the big bedroom at the end. His fingers tugged at a strand of my hair, causing me to nearly stumble. "I'm fucking ravenous, Fay. I'm really holding it in right now. Get in that room, and you'll find out what it means to be alive." I had no time to stumble a
So submissive, that with one flick of his finger and one pull of his teeth, I fell apart underneath him. Trying to stop it would be completely useless. I was completely and utterly under this man's spell. I was blasted away by the wave that hit me. I screamed out Sam's name, calling out to him like he was my saviour. My body exploded into so many pieces, I was sure some would never return to me. The world became a swirl of darkness with little pinpricks as stars. My entire body was riding on the wave of bliss and ecstasy and I drowned in pleasure, drowned in this moment. I slowly came back to my senses and felt how dry my throat was. I had screamed harder than intended. Opening my eyes, I stared at the dim, low wooden ceiling momentarily, praying my heartbeat would go down. It beat like a tiny butterfly. Sam extracted his teeth from my skin and I felt his tongue swirling over my sensitive skin, taking everything from me. Energy rushed back into my body like an atomic bomb. It spread
I tensed my entire body against his, burying him as deeply as I could. "Cum for me, Sam." I demanded against his lips. That was all he needed. His body froze upon my command. "Ah! Fay!" He screamed, clutching me with all his might. His entire body tensed, and I could feel the convulsions of all his muscles, including his dick, inside me. As he threw his head back in pure pleasure, his mind seemed to drift into another world, much like I had experienced earlier. So I pressed my lips to his shoulder, allowing him to ride out his intense feelings. He moaned again, almost painfully so. His body jerked against mine, and electricity shot through me. With his half-lidded eyes, his face was the picture of an orgasm. "I have never," Sam whispered with a small voice, "ever felt something like that. I think I truly went to heaven." Still wrapped in his arms, he fell back onto the bed and took me with him. His body spasmed again, as if it had a mind of its own. "Fuck!" Sam shouted, his half-
I recalled the time when Adrian visited the human realm as Aiden and we played truth or dare. It was, in fact, Reggie that was dared to kiss me. Adrian was busy getting a hickey from Elle, at the time. "Adrian." Sam snapped, but I couldn't suppress the secret smile that was tugging at my lips. "Wait," Sam suddenly spoke, turning to me with narrowed eyes, "Reggie? Is that the kid you brought to Adrian's wedding?" I slowly nodded. "Well, technically, I didn't bring him. Elle invited us all, since we are all friends." I explained. "I actually forgot, Fay," Adrian intercepted, making us both look at him, "Elle invited him again. We are throwing a party after I come back. He can't wait to see you. Apparently, he's missing your lips." Sam crossed the room in quick strides, pushed Adrian out harshly, and slammed the door in his brother's face, who was smirking broadly. "Does that mean I can't go to the party?" I asked when I saw Sam's angry face. "I'm sure we will find a way, Fay!" Adri
"What did you do to him?" Sam asked, his stance alert. "He's somewhere in there. We've tossed most of the bodies overboard but had to leave before finishing the job." Wruy replied. I knew this meant the prince's father, the king of the sea, wasn't far off. This ship wouldn't survive another attack. "Fuck sake." Sam sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We're almost in Envy, my King. They won't be able to get on land." Wruy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We've just declared war to the demons of sea. While we are currently in a war with the dark ones." Sam pointed out smartly. Wruy looked as if he didn't understood where Sam was coming from. He probably didn't. The more fights, the merrier. Sam sighed, his eyes on the colourful bodies. "Doesn't matter. We just have to be strong enough when we return. We can take the fish on. Dump them overboard." Sam ordered swiftly. "Yes, my King." Wruy bowed and immediately turned around. I watched as demons began hoisting the dead,
"You should try it, you know. There's nothing quite like kissing a woman." I teased, looking up at Samael again who was staring at the island, but sharply turned his gaze to me. His hand tightened on mine. "I agree with that, actually, my King." Burta said, brushing my shoulder. I couldn't help but grin. "Okay, thank you for your feedback that I didn't ask for." Sam replied, pulling me to the edge. I peered down at the shallow water below, knowing I had to somehow jump down. The only problem was that I, as a human, could actually break my legs if I landed incorrectly. Sam seemed to think the same when he suddenly lifted me up in bridal style. His hands tightened around me and he held me high, my face coming scarily close to his. "It's almost the coronation of your wife, my King. You can kiss your queen then, after you claim her." Burta pondered. I instantly locked eyes with Samael. Ignoring Burta, he took one step forward, never breaking our gaze. He jumped off the ship
"Hi." I said once I reached the brother and sister, still not responding to the discussion going on behind me. "One more look, Lu, and you'll be treated as a dark one." Sam snapped as Adrian stepped aside for me. "Don't call me that." Lucifer snapped angrily, and a burst of power radiated from him. "Fay," Sam spoke, getting my attention, "You can call him Lu." I looked over my shoulder to a serious Samael, who pointed toward his brother. Meanwhile, Lucifer glared at me with a sneer, his eyes brimming with anger. "Don't you fucking dare ever utter that name." He warned me. "I will bear the consequences if you do, flower. Call him Lu. He secretly loves it." Samael winked and I looked at Lucifer again. His eyes were red with rage, and he was clenching his jaw hard. "Dove? Flower? What is it with these pathetic names you have for your humans?" Micah suddenly asked from beside Lucifer, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Adrian and Samael shared a look, their amusement evident. "You'
“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