I try to quickly cover myself, his words only half registering."C-Clause?""Mmm." There's a gust of cold wind blowing into the shower when he slides the door open. "Yes, the little stand-off we've been having."My mind is too busy swimming with sex hormones to even try and comprehend or make sense of what he's saying to me. "What?"He laughs darkly while stepping into the shower. My eyes immediately latch on to the way his clothes soak through with water, framing each muscle I knew he's been hiding under all of that dark fabric. My mouth drops open a little, not being able to help myself by taking him all in.Damn, are all demons sexy? Is that some kind of caveat for becoming one?"Like what you see?"His voice breaks me out of whatever trance I'm under. "Out."Even as I say it, I don't even believe me. Sure, is it embarrassing that he's caught me fingering myself? Yes, of course. But the outline of his cock is currently rewiring my brain
Lying in bed, I stare up at my ceiling. I can't believe I was half a second away from actually getting on my knees for a demon and sucking his outrageously large cock. And that I let him get so far as to finger me until I nearly passed out from how intense my orgasm was. What is wrong with me? Have I lost my fucking mind?I have to be. All the sleep deprivation and the stress from my review coming up is all coming back to bite me in the ass in the form of a horny, annoying demon named Soleus. My hands run through my wet hair, the tangling ends getting caught in my fingers and forcing me to yank at them until my fingers are free. He'd dressed me before dropping me off in my bed and leaving me alone for the night. Something I hadn't been expecting him to do but didn't mind in the slightest since he could've just dumped me butt naked and still sopping wet without a care.But he'd taken the time to… what? Take care of me?That thought doesn't sit well
Staring at him for a long moment, I tried to properly wrap my head around that statement."...What?""You heard me.""No… no, I don't think I did."Sol pulls his arms up off of his thighs and rests them against the side of the table. He leans over slowly, coming closer to me with a gleam in his eyes that spells all sorts of trouble. The fire in his eyes flickers violently. "I'll teach you how to control yourself, Narine. Your only payment to me for it is your body."I run my tongue along the back of my teeth, not really sure how to take that. "As in…?"He lifts a shoulder coyly. "I'll treat you well. I won't harm you. Just a repeat of what happened in the shower. Maybe more."I hate that my body heats up at the mention of his hands touching me again. Fuck, ever since the shower, I can't stop thinking about him and his mouth all over me. Tasting every inch of my skin while his fingers worked me slowly into another mind blowing orgasm.
He pulls me into a heated kiss. I jolt in surprise. His warm tongue traces my lips, parting them with a gentle thrust that has me gasping for air. Wiggling under him, I try to get myself sitting upright so he isn't completely enveloping me with his body. It isn't until I'm actually vertical, laying on the couch cushions that I realize my fight for dominance is futile. Sol traps me with both of his hands, crushing my wrists into the cushions. He uses his knee to part my legs and slide up between my thighs until I'm practically grinding against him. Fuck, I hate that I like this. His complete and total ease over controlling me is surprisingly sexy. I'm at his mercy, his whim, and there's actually nothing I can do about it.Sol pulls his mouth away from mine, leaving me gasping for air. He watches me with hooded eyes, a playful smirk tugging his lips up. "Oh, I can't wait to play with you, Narine."I shiver at those words. Wherever this is leading to, I'm
Sol hovers over me and brushes my hair away from my neck before he buries his face there. He breathes me in deeply and kneels behind me in order to stay flush with my hips. I'm grateful he hasn't immediately discarded me like I thought he would, and it makes me feel much better. Sol's arms curl around my body from underneath me, his lips finding the skin where he'd been practically gnawing on and kisses it gently. I sigh softly and completely relax into the couch, my tears finally letting up. Damn… that was fucking incredible. Why haven't I had sex with a demon sooner?Sol tongues the area, lapping at my sweat soaked skin. I think it would gross me out if I was in my right mind, but right now I kind of find it charming in a weird way. He moves his mouth up to curl around the shell of my ear, nipping at the skin lightly. Now that I think about it, it's starting to become clear Sol has some kind of oral fixation. Whenever he's around me, he'd always chewing on some
"Narine Fischer. You're up."My stomach drops. Standing from my seat, I head down to the front of the lecture hall, aware of about 100 pairs of eyes on me. I pass Eva's row, seeing her give me an encouraging smile I wish actually boosted my confidence.Sol's words hammer around inside of my head. The mantra to stay in control of myself forces me to remain as relaxed as possible. As I step up to the long table at the front of the room and face my proctor, he sets a bowl down in front of me. There's nothing in it, but next to it are rows and rows of herbs and different blends which can be put together in order to create something.We aren't given any instruction on what to make or what spell to use in order to pass, but it's obvious not just any simple thing will do. We're supposed to be showing off everything we've learned in our journey to witchhood. I'd been drawing a blank up until now on what spell to perform to impress my proctor, but right now, I know exactly
Tossing all night long, I barely getting any sleep aside from being jolted awake by the creaks and groans in my house. I keep thinking it's that demon coming to get me. With an axe raised over my head, ready to swing down to cut my head clean off my body. Or some kind of pike, stringing me up onto it in order to show off how stupid a witch like me could be to keep a General of Hell imprisoned in my house.Nightmares flash behind my eyes. All I can dream of is burning in the pits of hell surrounding me as demons crowd around my hole and toss rocks down at me, cackling as they hit me. And at the center of it all would be Sol, staring down at me with contempt and vengeance in his eyes at finally being set free from me. I'm covered in sweat by the time morning light streams in through my blinds. Exhaustion weighs me down, making it hard for me to want to actually get out from under my covers. I groan to myself and roll over onto my back, wrapping myself tightly into a coco
When Sol's friend arrives, I'm relieved to find it's not the same one from yesterday. Conjuring a portal to Hell is a lot more involved than I thought it would be, taking me almost three trips to the covenant store down the street in order to get the right ingredients in order to do so. I swear, the girls there must've suspected I was doing something demonic, because as I was leaving for the second time, one of them gave me an eternal blessing stone. Which are usually only given out to people if their life was really going to shit.I palm it in my hands now as I stare at the demon in front of me, the portal behind him glowing softly as it dims out of existence. "Soleus," the demon nods in greeting. "I'm surprised you're here. What are you doing in the human world?"Sol slaps a hand on his friend's shoulder, grinning at him. "It's a looong story.""I have time."Sol shakes him slightly. "I don't. But perhaps if I'm feeling jolly, I'll share it with
Gabriel's POVSix months later…"Who's next?" I asked, flipping through paperwork at my desk. The blinds were open, letting sunlight stream into my office. I'd admit that was the biggest thing I'd miss from my humanity—the sun. But I could enjoy the warmth as the high-end glass protected blocked out the rays. My tie was loose around my neck. Still hated the things. That didn't change. My suit jacket thrown on the coat rack behind me. I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories.VampireShifter.Ghost.Demon.Boogeyman.Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster.The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat.When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, h
Lucy's POVI was floating in the black. The call of the void beneath my feet. A bottomless ocean. Deeper than the heavens above. I watched the clouds split apart, beckoning me to rise, but I chose to sink deeper and deeper. Finding warmth in the abyss.A burning pain seared my throat, churning my stomach with an insatiable hunger as my eyes shot open. Air clawed into my lungs, even if I didn't need it. I felt cold. Usually, I could hear my heart beating in my ears.Blood rushed under my skin. Warming my cheeks.But I heard nothing.Felt nothing.Except for this nauseating hunger.Disorienting. The first face I saw was Gabriel's, leaning over me, fully dressed. The last thing I could remember was intertwining myself with him and Vivi. Finding a mind-bending pleasure as I soared.Intoxicated in the sensations. Until everything became cold. Chills and pain settled over my body, and it paralyzed me. I remember the pain heightening to a point where I couldn't breathe, my
Vivianna's POVI felt powerful.Like I was siphoning Lucy and Gabriel's power for myself. The more time passed and the closer they got to a full transformation, the more strength surged through my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.And there was a reason for it.All the pain had vanished, leaving euphoria in its wake. Addicting. Enough to drive mature vampires into madness. I blinked hard, holding on tight to my mind, not letting it sweep me away.Gabriel and Lucy were mid-transformation. The initial heat of my blood had worn off, sending them spiraling into a lust-filled hunger. I remembered my transformation. Delirious lust. Hunger. But I was confused. Lost in the haze. Pain embedded into every fiber of my being. My muscles ached as they stretched and strengthened. Agony clenched my heart as it slowly stopped beating.Alistair left me alone during the change. Let the fear consume me as I felt myself die. I was in the dark, buried in a box in a shallow gr
Vivianna's POVI leaned against the headboard, my body flushing with heat. I could taste Gabriel and Lucy on my lips. Decadent and sweet. Rich and bright. Exactly how I imagined they'd taste together. Perfect accompaniments. My core tingled, wetness spreading down my thighs at the sensation of Gabriel's cock rocking against my slit. Lucy stared up at me, dazed with lust. Her pretty pink-tipped breasts asking to be licked. The taste of her pussy in my mouth. Heady and sweet, and I couldn't wait to sink my face between her thighs and use my tongue to make her come.But there was something I needed to say first. They had to know what was going to happen. "Once this starts, it won't stop," I murmured, my throat bobbing, the ache burning between my legs. I brought my nails to my collarbone and slit across the skin.The desire I felt kept me from feeling the sting, and I released small ruby droplets from under my skin. My blood would heal Gabriel now that I was strong again. All his
Lucy's POVThere was no time to react. Vivianna shoved Alistair against the wall, cracking the stone as Vivianna sliced through him with claws. Her face had morphed into that of a monster, with fangs and veins, while Alistair morphed into something resembling a wolfman. They disappeared into the darkness of the cave, but I could hear them.Every hit sounded like grinding stone. Heavy impacts. Blood spraying across the chasm. Hissing and snarling echoed off the walls, but I wasn't sure who had the upper hand, and I was afraid to think it was Alistair.Gabriel crumpled against the ground, and I ran to him, beaten and bloody. His shoulder was torn open, riddled with bite marks just like Alistair had shown me. God, he felt so cold. No shirt to protect him from the chill of being underground."Gabriel," I whispered, cupping his handsome face, bruised and pallid. Lacking his natural healthy, honey gold tan. "Baby." I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs and he groaned. A noise of pai
Lucy's POV"Are you sure, Lucy?" Vivianna asked like she desperately wanted me to say no. She wanted me to withdraw my consent. Give her a reason not to hurt me.Her heart cried out to me, begging me to leave her. Run before it was too late. But I wouldn't. Not when my husband was on the line.Rage burned within me. Alistair showed me Gabriel, chained up against a stone boulder, wounds weeping with blood. His chest was heaving, willfulness apparent in the cut of his rib. Even with his shoulders strained, riddled with teeth marks, he didn't lose himself. He was going to fight.And so would I.Anything for him. I was going to get my fucking husband back.My neck ached, bruised where Alistair claimed me. It felt like I was breathing smoke. Suffocating like ash in my lungs. Burning my insides. Searing me from the inside out.I could feel him in my head like he was wiggling his fingers in my brain. Trying to figure out what buttons to press to get me to do what he wanted. I
Vivianna's POVA sinking feeling filled my gut.Where was Gabriel? He hadn't returned after his meeting with William. The moon was high in the sky, the middle of the night. He should have been back by now. I turned to look at Lucy, still barely coherent, mumbling nonsensical words.Alistair wasn't ready to use her yet. I didn't like thinking about what he would use her for. All the things he did to me under his thrall…took centuries to heal from. Some I'm still healing from. She was sweating, small sobs breaking from her chest like he had her submerged into an eternal nightmare.Seeing Lucy in so much pain. So much terror on her face. It broke my heart. I reached out to comb my fingers through her matted curls, and I swear my touch relaxed her a little. Her nose unwrinkled, and instead of being afraid, she just seemed exhausted.So much sleep, but so little rest."Wake up, Lucy," I whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Come back to me." Her eyeli
Gabriel's POVThe sun was setting.I was so close to town. Just a little further. No longer than a thirty minutes drive. Northpass had already slammed their doors, locking up for the night. I was absorbed by my thoughts.By my plans. Billy had answered most of my questions, and I wouldn't have gotten very far without him. In fact, I'd probably be dead in the water. Billy was callous and resistant, but he was good for his word.The sunset painted the sky with all sorts of colors, violets, and oranges. Beautifully disappearing into a night sky, only lit by a full moon. A brewing storm cloud perpetually floated above the castle, waiting to storm, but never able to. Like it was trapped in eternity with Vivianna.My mind wandered to them. How Vivianna would care for my wife. I should be there. Dampening Lucy's forehead with a cool cloth. Easing her fever and erasing her chill. I should be listening to her cries, holding her hand, and keeping her from falling too deeply.Bu
Gabriel's POV"So Elizabeth Bathory really was a vampire?" I asked, the journal open on my lap. My leg was crossed over the other, giving me a flat surface to work on while I face Vivianna.I took notes as I analyzed everything she had to say. It was like a dam of information had cracked wide open, spilling and overflowing the river beneath it.All of the pieces were falling together. The mystery of the portrait under the library. The missing people. How Vivianna enticed me.Vivianna had her legs parted, speaking easily, freely. She didn't have anything to hide now. She nodded, gazing at me with interest. "Elizabeth liked virgins. She'd host extravagant parties and every guest had to bring her a virgin. Alistair was a frequent attendee.""You said you slayed her. How?""The first fifty years of my curse was a bloody blur." She paused. "Pleasure. Death. Emptiness. I was so empty until one of Elizabeth's citizens grabbed my arm in passing, begging me to save his daughter from