"Hey, woman, let me explain, okay?" Sage said this while Sophie stood up, and her demon fangs suddenly elongated as if telling him that she was not happy with what she heard. Her heart was pumping, lungs were burning, and her demon heart was flailing in her throat.
"Sophie—"
She growled at her alpha. She extended her hand. A slender tree plucked from the garden ground slowly floated towards Sage from either side with nimble, spidery fingers, slowing him down, and the ground turned soft under his feet. "Stop this."
Behind Sage, the wind screeched and cackled at the delighted triumph. Dark, hidden eyes watched from every egress, waiting patiently. Bones, human and animal, lay scattered among faint rust-brown stains and pitted black scorch marks beneath heartless rockslides. The forbidden woodland knew nothing of forgiveness, of mistakes, or of second chances.
Suddenly furious, Sophie’s fire surged from h
Seven hours later, after Greg disturbed their little moment in the garden because of some rogue sightings in the boundary, Alpha Sage closed his cell phone after reporting into the compound and leaned back on the ridiculously froufrou velvet settee in his private room of the packhouse.He was pissed off that the night had resulted in a stalemate with the patrol and more rattled than he cared to admit by the hybrid demon reality check he’d gotten at the facility. Seeing a hybrid demon and the other rogues was a damn good reminder of the fire he’d walked through after her mother’s death.He’d managed to beat his bloodlust all those years ago, but the fight had been brutal. And the hunger was always with him, even when he was trying his hardest to deny it. Revenge and bloodlust were hard to fight. Being near Sophie only magnified his craving. Damn, but that female put his blood on a slow, rising boil. A beautiful scent still lingered in his nostrils.That moment alone with her in the gar
With the keen, aching desire of her "You say you don’t play games, but you’re a master at it, Sage. In fact, I think you’ve been playing at them for so long you can’t remember how to be real anymore."Sage was hardly aware of his own movements as he whirled back on her with a furious roar. Distance closed in fractional seconds—a blink of time between the moment he’d been turned away from Sophie and the next, when he was bearing down on her like a train in motion, pushing her with both the force of his will and his body until they both slammed up against the closed door.He pinned her there, between the hard, unyielding length of him and the thick plank of oak at her back.&nbs
"It’s been a long time for me," Sophie whispered. "And you feel so good."Her words trailed off in a moan as Sage pushed as hard as she could. He withdrew and thrust again, feeling the walls of her channel grip and contract around him."Holy crap," he rasped, hissing with the pleasure of it.Already, another orgasm was ratcheting up within him.Sophie’s climax was swiftly building too. She took him deeper with every furious pound of their meeting flesh, clutching at his shoulders and panting as her body’s need overtook her.Sage could feel her pleasure in each stroke of his fingers on her flesh, each silken caress of her core. Her emotion seeped into him from every point of contact, swamping him with a surfeit of sensation. He absorbed everything she gave him, all his focus on bringing her toward a shattering release.His wolf howled. Wanting to mark the woman.He kissed her passionately, with tongue, teeth, and a fang. Sophie met him every inch of the way, and when he felt the sharp
Robinson’s beta, Robin, was just strolling out of a mahogany-paneled study with a young werewolf couple as Alpha Sage neared the foyer. The youthful male was blushing fiercely under a floppy lock of strawberry-blond hair, murmuring his thanks to Robin for some favor recently granted, while his pretty redheaded mate was beaming, her hands placed lovingly atop a very prominent pregnant belly."Congratulations to you both," Robin said in an old English tone. "I look forward to welcoming your fine, strong son once he arrives.""Thank you for agreeing to be my godfather, Beta," said the young woman. "You honor us well."She went up on her toes to place a kiss on Robin’s cheek, then took her mate’s hand, and the two of them hurried off, gazing at each other as if the world outside them didn’t exist."Ah, love," Robin said, glancing over at his alpha with a broad grin once the happy pair had departed. "May it never sling its barbed coils around either of us, eh?"Sage gave him a wry look, bu
Robinson Pack: The next day, Sophie and Sage talked like strangers again, both ignoring the need to talk about what happened to them."I need to rescue my sister, Sage. We have wasted so many days already, and I can't wait anymore." Sophie growled as she looked up at the windows outside his library."But—""I don't care if you say I'm not ready yet," she sighed. "I can't wait—""I don't know, Sophie, but in the past, seers were hunted by all supernatural creatures.""Why?"Hunted? She doesn't care. She couldn't just let her sister die. What if, oh God, she doesn't want to think about such dreadful thoughts? Her brain can only properly quell anxiety after the crisis. So for now, she needed to calm herself around Sage and remember her yoga thoughts—those who have mastered themselves to be calm can achieve good thoughts. She needed to let him see how fucking calm she was, even though she was dying to have him in her bed again."Because seers' blood was so potent and powerful that anyone
Human Territory A minor muffling noise was heard before the stale odor of puke added to the already disgusting scent that lingered on the ground as Sophie began to heave again and again. Her dizzy brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and now her dehydration was too obvious to ignore; her lips felt dry, and her throat burned from the acidity that still scorched her inside out. "Oh, fuck! This is dreadful; what the hell is wrong with this portal, Sage? I felt like I'd been on a roller coaster ride through hell and back to earth." She murmured to herself. "Shit! Argg!" It was painful and disgusting, not to mention she was butt-naked. Absolutely tragic and shameful. She shook her head in disbelief. Sophie coughed and threw up all the remaining sour fluid on her stomach again and again as she massaged her chest really slowly and hoped it would ease as much as she inhaled the fresh and frigid smell of the farmland outdoor air. While she could tell the cough wa
Waiting was never Sophie’s forte; she groaned and watched the golden threads of morning light transform her earlier ordeals into an ambient positiveness. In the wash of the new light, however, her face took on the appearance of an obsolete portrait: "Ahhh! This air is so fresh, I can die with it." She muttered under her breath as she closed her eyes; her jaw went slack. Sophie watched as it brought her naked skin into focus, not yet vitalizing with the warmth of who she was: a lost, fucking naked hybrid predator who stood wide-arm like some crazy suicidal maniac. I might as well kill Sage for this sh*t. She thought to herself. Looking around, she shouted at Greg, who was fast asleep in the cold dirt. "Greg, are you awake?" She asked but received no response. "Hayyyys!" Sophie sighed and began wandering around. She was still in the landscape of the cold mountain, and since there was no better thing to do but to bring her body so close that her hearts synchronized with the earthy creat
"This one looks like Landon... but, wait—I'm not sure." Sage shouted as he surveyed the trees where the man was tied upside down. "Make it sure, Sage, and why was he here?" Sophie shouted back. "Stop shouting!" "You shouted first." She murmured to herself, which made Sage grumble. After a minute, Sage returned to Sophie and motioned to Greg to shift back to human form and help him take the man down from the tree. "See his distinctive smell? No doubt he is a werewolf, but the weirdest part is he doesn't have a werewolf scent." "How is that possible, Alpha?" Greg asked. "I don't know; with his bloodied face, I'm not sure if it was Landon. He smelled familiar, but I'm not, well, sure —it confuses my senses." Sage added. "Was he a werewolf zombie?" Sophie playfully smirked. "What made you think zombies are real?" Sage raised his brows. "Duh, for what I believe, I'll think of every possibility." "No, Sophie, he is a feral and a rogue and couldn't shift. Odd really, but—" "How the