“This is absurd!” I cry. I’ve only ever been with one man. Alexander took my virginity, and we’ve been together ever since. Thinking of baring myself to another man scares me, not to mention four men! My core pounds, and the heat becomes unbearable. I don’t know what the fuck is happening to my body, but I know that this isn’t what I want! Riordan’s eyes flash, the black spreading until they cover the whites. Something burns on my skin. I peer down to see the crescent over my heart glowing. I raise my gaze to him, and…he’s so unutterably beautiful, and…I don’t know what I want anymore. I think I want to touch him. Never in my twenty-five years have I felt lust so blisteringly hot, it threatens to obliterate me. “Scarlett,” he seems to say, but his voice is guttural. Deep. Sexy. I ache. “Mon Dieu,” I whisper, fighting the urge to touch myself. Then, my gaze shifts. It’s Tiarnan. The exquisite perfection of his face, much like his brothers’, m
Scarlett "Hey, honey," I say, leaning over the table as I plaster a kiss to my husband’s cheek. "You're going to be late."Alex groans, bringing the glass of juice to his lips. "You know I'd give anything to spend the entire day with you, my love." He pauses, his grey eyes taking in my dress. He then sighs and drops the glass. "Come here."I grin from ear to ear. I chose the skin-tight dress in hopes to keep Alexander at home for an hour more. He turns in the chair and grabs my hip, pulling me onto his lap. "Evil woman. You don’t want me leaving the house today?" Alex murmurs, pressing hungry kisses to my neck that leaves my core pounding.Alex and I have been married for a year, and every day with Alex is a gift to me. I’ve never met a man so perfect; a man who is my dream come true. I love him with every fiber of my being and Alex spends every day showing me that he loves me even more.He is the richest man in the city, the busiest business tycoon, but never is he too busy to
“Scarlett!” Alexander yells after me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I run down the stairs. My eyes are focused on the door, a broken sob slipping from my lips. This cannot be happening to me. Not Scarlett Chase. Not me. Something hurts so bad in my chest and I can’t fucking breathe. I clutch at my chest, gasping for air, wailing as my vision burns. “Scarlett,” Alexander breathes, suddenly too close for comfort. I rip away from him swiftly, nearly toppling over. “You need your pills.” “Go to hell,” I cry, my breaths short. My fingers fly to my throat and I try to force air into my longs, but it’s rejecting it. I’m having a panic attack. I do need my pills, but I can’t go back there. I won’t go back there. I hurtle for the door, but Alexander blocks the way, his eyes raw and injured. “Please. Let me—” “Don’t you dare say that to me!” I scream, and I hear soft, hurried footsteps. My gaze lifts to the stairs and I see Isabel running down. What is bet
I dream of four men, all devastatingly gorgeous. They imprint their names in my brain, just as they have left their marks on my body. They tell me they are princes and brothers. They tell me that they own me. “We will come for you by solstice to collect our end of the bargain, and you will not refuse us,” the dark eyed man tells me, before the world goes black. That was three days ago. I would have loved to believe that it was all some terrible dream, if I hadn’t awoken in my father’s home. If he hadn’t told me that it was a miracle that they found me alive. Without a single scratch, even if I was covered in blood. I would have let my brain convince me that it was a bad dream if there aren’t marks on my body. Four crescent shaped scars that look like tattoos. Two on either of my wrists. One on my neck. One over my heart. A knock on my door distracts me from my research of kings in Ohio, even if I know there is no such thing. I feel like I’m losing my mind. C
I stare at the fancy limousine and the door opened for me like an invitation into a dark hell. I don’t get the chance to pick as Riordan shoves me into the car and I fall into someone’s lap. Big hands slide around my torso, pulling me against a wonderfully proportioned groin that grinds into my ass. My mouth dries and anger surges in me. I stab my 4-inches heel into the boots beside my foot. The man growls, hurling me across into the arms of another man. “It doesn’t like to be touched?” “She,” I snap, struggling out of the hold of my new captor, who seems less excited about holding me and dumps me on the seat beside me, cussing under his breath about how irritatingly fragile human females are. The door shuts and I straighten in the seat, staring at them. They are in suits, again. Dark eyes, blue eyes, hazel green eyes, brown eyes—how can they be brothers when they look nothing alike? “Where are you taking me?” I ask, for what feels like the umpteenth tim
The castle rumbled thrice. The King was angry. Seated at the long table, the four brothers watched as their father paced back and forth, his body vibrating with tension. “Have you any idea what your insolence has cost us? Alliances carefully forged over the years. You have thrown it all away for a human girl!” King Baelor’s iridescent eyes scanned the room as he watched his sons, all of whom wore the same unreadable expression. His stormy gaze flicked to Riordan, his dark-haired son, who happened to be the old and most accountable of the four. “You have disgraced me.” Silence. The King’s hand slammed into the table. Wood cracked. Tiarnan flinched. Lorcan’s jaw clenched. Riordan stared at the wall overhead. Cillian’s fingers trembled under the table. Their father’s anger was a terrible thing. They each bore scars that attested to that. “Get rid of the girl,” the Lycan King said, his greatcoat straightening with him as he pushed off the table with hands we
Scarlett My room is an archaic wonder, and there’s a doe-eyed maid hovering over me with interest. She stabs a needle into my thumb, and she hums with excitement when blood wells under the skin. “I’m only a few centuries old. Not old enough to have been alive when humans graced these lands. You’re the first I’ve seen.” Her eyes seem to grow bigger and bigger with each word. “You bleed red! I suppose that answers my questions on your monthly cycle too! I can’t believe there are beings who bleed red! How colorful!” What the actual fuck? Snatching my thumb back, I scuttle away from her. “Where are we?” She snorts. “The castle.” I blink once and she is in my face again. “Is it just you, or are there other variety of humans who bleed in other colors?” What is her obsession with the color of my blood? I awoke a few minutes ago to find her braiding and curling my hair, my body in the most comfortable chair I’ve ever sat on. I don
Everything hurts.Again and again, I put one foot in front of the other, following Adeline and a set of maids whose eyes are glued to the floor. Several times, I’ve had to refrain from tripping on my gown and theirs as we descent the never-ending staircases. I should still be confined to my room, but Adeline thought it’d be nice if I got some air.Especially after last night.While everything that occurred before I passed out has been imprinted upon my brain, I can’t seem to force myself to remember what might have transpired after. If the princes slept in my bed, what the hell that pain was, and if, in fact, I’d truly seen the claws on my fingertips before passing out. I’d awoken naked, feet and nails covered in mud, and Adeline kept smiling from ear to ear as she brushed out leaves from my hair.I have yet to let myself think of last night and what might have happened. In all honesty, the only reason I got out of bed despite the pain is because I might have a chance of escaping toda
My heels click impatiently on the marble as I fume silently, waiting at Scotty’s Café with a barely touched cup of black coffee. It’s not my usual style, but it’s busy enough to quench my fear of getting jumped. Under the table, my fingers dig into my thigh, shaping crescents into my skin. Agitation and frustration are my only companions as I recall the conversation I had with the doctor and a hateful Isabel before I left the hospital. “It would do him good if you stayed, Ms. Montogomery. It’d speed up his recovery,” Dr. Ian says, his fingers running along the stethoscope hanging off his neck. Retrograde Amnesia, that’s what the doctor thinks Alexander has, caused by the trauma of the accident. Even he doesn’t believe that as he says it to me. A more feasible explanation would be that somebody ‘wiped’ Alexander’s memory, up to the point where we were newlyweds—if such sorcery existed. Unfortunately, it does, and that knowledge makes me cold to my bones.
“Where were you between eleven pm last night and six am this morning, Ms. Montogomery?” the detective asks, tapping his chin with his pen. My fingers tap into the glass table, anxiety tightening my chest. Je vas bien. “Home.” Because the truth would be much harder to say. “If there’s nothing else, I would very much like to return to my meeting, Detective.” Skeptical blue eyes meet mine. “You were observed on surveillance leaving at fifteen minutes past three in a red Aston Martin, with an unidentifiable man.” He folds his arms and leans back in my chair like he has no where else to be. “I'd urge you to be forthcoming, miss, as lying will only complicate matters. Now, can you provide information on the identity of the man, his contact details, or his place of residence.” Well, shoot. I smile diplomatically. “I could’ve gone on a joyride with my boyfriend for all you know. There’s no proof I did any such thing. Plus, you must not be very
Scarlett We’re near the house when Riordan speaks again. “Friday.”“What?”He kills the engine by the gates and turns to me. “There are five days left in this month. I’ll have the last three. Clear your schedule.”I stare at him, baffled. “You can’t just spring things like that on me. I have important meetings on—”“You agreed to our bargain—”“Right,” I snap. “Your wards couldn’t even stop Lorcan. How the hell am I sure it’ll keep other things out? You’ve done nothing on your end and you can’t hold me up to mine.”His jaw ticks and I have barely enough time to respond when he palms my waist and lifts me out of my seat effortlessy. He places me in his lap and keeps me there with unbelievably strong hands, forcing me to straddle him. “I presume that means I don’t have to keep to my own end of the agreement when it comes to not touching you.”“Rior—”He clasps his fingers on the nape of my neck harshly and tugs me forward. His lips meet mine with a crash and he angles my head so thorou
CillianNo woman walks into our dungeon and leaves without getting fucked. Imagine my surprise, wrapped around the hottest, tightest cunt I’ve had in a while and my brother flies across the room, shattering the full-proof glass walls, and my—our mate walks away angrily, her ass tight in that leather dress. Absolutely not.It takes half a thought to shove my dick back in my pants and block the door before she can leave. Her blue eyes are stormy with anger, hate and desire as she meets my gaze. “Move.”Ah. That fucking accent. It messes with me, goes all the way to my groin.“You can’t leave,” I tell her truthfully, even if I’m not a very honest man. “It’s against the rules. You step in here and you give something in turn before you leave. So, which of us is it going to be?”Her eyes burn, bleeding from blue to black and it is all the warning I get before she grips my collar and smashes my back into the wall. My spine shudders and I blink, not from the pain cramping my muscles, but out
Scarlett“Really?” I yell over the blasting music, gripping Lorcan’s fingers tightly as he leads me through the throng. It’s a club, but it is way more than that. I’d been surprised enough at its location—a shady street downtown and a building that looked abandoned and decrepit from the outside. Only…the inside is…well…I swallow for the third time in the past minute.Eyes follow me as I walk through. Humans, lycans, wolves and if I’m not mistaken, I sight a couple of wings behind the tall pillars. The iridescent lights make it hard to tell the eye colors in here but I’m pretty sure there are vampires too.They’re feeding and fucking and dancing. Much like everyone else in this depraved place. “Why on earth would you bring me here?” I whisper, even if I’m sure they can all hear me, judging by the glances I get. "You might as well announce to the entirety of Avallen that I'm back in Ohio!"“You’re safe within these walls. None of them will touch you. They know better th
Scarlett It’s a nightmare. One I’ve had nearly every night for several months since I first shifted and it always ends the same way. With death. Not mine. His. I don’t mean to kill him, but somehow, every time, I end up tearing out his throat with my teeth that grow too large to contain my mouth.And his iridescent eyes lose life, his golden hair drenched in his blood. I don’t know who he is, but his lips remind me of Riordan’s. His nose is Lorcan’s. His hair is Tiarnan’s. And the strong set to his brutally chiseled jaw is Cillian’s.I wake up panting, and in that same moment, the skin on my neck tingles with familiar heat and I instinctively reach under my pillow for a weapon as I jerk up from where I’m tangled up with the sheets.“Have you always been this unsettled?” a voice drawls ahead of me and my head snaps to the windowsill where a figure is perched comfortably. I’ve never been more grateful that I sleep with the lights on, because I’d ha
Lorcan My fingers grasp the woman’s hair tightly as her tongue swirls over my throbbing head. My eyes shut and irritation flares to life inside me. I groan, standing and pulling out of her hot, wet mouth. Her big blue eyes water. “Have I displeased you, my prince?” I grit my teeth, shoving my cock back in my pants. “I’d prefer you not suck my dick like you’re scared of hurting me.” I grip her chin roughly and squeeze, letting my eyes roam over her ample breasts and the curling hair between her thighs, slick with cum. “Perhaps, another time.” She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek, and stands from where she kneels by my feet. I watch her walk out, her ass jiggling, inciting my lust further. The door opens before she reaches it and I sigh when Mael walks in, turning to whistle at her with a shit-eating grin curving his mouth. “Since when did your blonde fetish die?” Since my brother got us mated to a dark-haired wo
RiordanI smile when I’m nervous. I’m never nervous. She makes me nervous.She pokes into the eggs with a fork, not quite eating and pushing it around her plate. Her blue gaze is trained on me with distrust and I see her trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing in her apartment. It isn’t hard to read her thoughts when she wears them on her face.“You should eat,” I say, breaking the silence. “You’re leaner.”The fork clangs loudly as she drops it in the plate and folds her arms, pushing up those damn breasts my fingers long to fondle. “What do you want?”Begrudgingly, I raise my gaze from her hard nipples peeking through the wet, black dress. “We both know the answer to that question.” Her full mouth parts and I raise a single finger, stopping her from coming to one of those conclusions that might earn me a bullet to the head—if the rumors about how many of my people she has killed in the last three day since she has returned is true. “But, I’m here for an entirely different reaso
“That’s a hell lot of money, Miss Montogomery. I’d suggest a white knight,” my father’s financial manager tells me, his face scrunched in a permanent from that makes him look older.I changed my mind. Making Chase Enterprises sink under after I helped lift it to the height it has reached would be counterintuitive. A hostile takeover is my new plan, but Fen doesn’t agree. Flipping the pages, I bite on my bottom lip, tasting the red lipstick it is coated in. It is a truck ton of money, buying back those shares.Ugh. I raise my gaze to his. “And who would you suggest?”He pushes a file across the table and my nostrils crinkle at the name. “Really? We both know Ravenna wants only one thing from me. A permanent alliance. He’ll never agree to become a partner unless I wear his stupid ancestral ring.”Fen shrugs. “He’s waited two years and I don’t see any other suitor hanging around, waiting for your childish tantrum to end.”My jaw clenches and I push back the file. “I’m not get remarried a