Blantay at Shadow Falls. Drop a gem or comment if you think it will be fun to deal with. Who should get the honors?
DANTE I knew that it would take time to treat Ziyah, but I felt like my sanity was slipping with each passing minute. Here we were again with Ziyah being treated for something serious. I hated how many times she had to come here. The first time was the night we met. I had to bring her here when that fucker had attacked and violated her. Then there was his bitch who nearly got her killed. Now, here we were because of that damn fireball. I was glad that the woman and her unborn child had been saved by my girl’s sacrifice, but I hated that she got hurt at all. Elle and Caiathus found me pacing the waiting room in an attempt to gain control from my spiraling emotions. She stopped directly in front of my body, halting my path. There was pain in her eyes because she hated that Ziyah got hurt. They had become really close and had their own bond. Then she was also in pain because she understood what this was doing to me. “How’s she doing?” she asked me softly, holding my hands in hers. Sh
DANTE I had to go take care of an issue with the warriors while Ziyah was still asleep. I swore that those fuckers had too much testosterone in their bodies at times. Although, it was fucking hilarious to see one of the female warriors sucker punching the aggravated fucker to get him to break through his haze and calm the fuck down. It worked like a dream. Honestly, I was not even needed. I found my mate in the bathroom, looking at her back in the mirror. The heartbreaking sight of tear tracks on her cheeks as she looked at her back stopped me in the doorway. There was scarring on her back. It would get better over time, but there would always be some type of scarring in the end even if it was minimal. Did it detract from her beauty? Not in the fucking least. My sexy Fae goddess could never look anything other than perfect. It was not her skin that made her amazing. It was all of her. Her beauty, mind, heart, and soul. “I’m sure that we can find something to help with the scarring
DANTE Blantay attempted to school her features when she learned the truth of Janina’s relationship with Ziyah. She could deny it all she fucking wanted to, but she knew that my girl could destroy her with ease. “So, let’s do some introductions,” Ziyah chirped excitedly. “We have my sexy mate who can do this…” We had talked previously about showing her what our abilities could do just for the fuck of it. Intimidation, amusement, or for shits and fucking giggles. Whatever you wanted to classify it as. It always amused me to see what everyone feared because sometimes it was rational while other times it was completely not. This was one such time. Her deepest, darkest fears in order of least to greatest were as followed: – Afraid of being lost in the woods, surrounded by nothing but darkness. (Okay, I could sort of get that, but she was a fucking witch with magic at her fingertips.) – Afraid of drowning. – Afraid of mimes. (Again, she had magic at her fucking fingertips.) So, I dec
ZIYAH It was truly disgusting how depraved Blantay was. How could someone be so sick in the head that they would feel it was okay to harm so many people in all the ways that we had come to find out that she had? I could guarantee that it was not even a tenth of her sins though. I had never tried using the family link for anyone other than Elle, but it should work with Kade too. So, here went nothing. ‘Psst. Kade, can you hear me?’ He just looked directly at me and smirked but did not say anything. I would take that to mean yes. I had not spent as much time around him personally as I had Elle, but I could tell that he was a great Alpha, mate, father, and friend. Perhaps my request would give him some amusement. ‘Can you use the neat little shadow friends of yours to uncuff her and suspend her upside down in the air while we set something up?’ I ask him hopefully. I could tell that my request definitely succeeded in hitting its mark. With a satisfied smirk, he turned back to his vi
ZIYAH Dante had brought me back to the suite after my semi-breakdown in the cells. He did not demand anything or ask anything. Instead, he simply led me to the bedroom, held me, and allowed the mate-bond to help center me. It was his comforting presence that helped me to break through the wall that her words had thrown me behind. I was not responsible for what she had done. Those were her choices and actions. She just wanted to hurt me, hoping to destroy me since she would rot away until she took her final breath. I refused to allow her to win. So, I decided to pick myself up and go on about my day. Dante had some work to do, so I sent him off to do it, promising to come see him the moment that I was done doing what I needed to. I had mentioned that I needed to come to terms with knowing what happened to the Precoza coven. I had met Sadira on the day of her coronation. It was common practice that their coven had always invited a Trelinin representative to their coronations. My fat
DANTE A lust-fueled frenzy. That described heat to a fucking T. If I had thought that we had intense sexual experiences before then I had been sadly fucking mistaken because nothing had ever felt this intense. Take right now for instance. I made us some food to replenish us while her heat was abated. I honestly thought that we would have long enough to eat before it kicked back up, but I was mature enough to admit that I was highly fucking wrong. A loud growl had come from Ziyah when she launched herself at me. Jumped through the air type of launch mind you. Luckily, I had just enough time to set the plates down before she collided with me. It threw us backwards, over the couch, onto the coffee table (breaking it in the process), and onto the floor. Her teeth bit her mark at the same time as her pussy took my cock in one swift movement. I let her use my body to take her pleasure. It was like she was possessed because she could not go hard and fast enough, and it was beginning to pi
DANTE Her heat lasted a full seven days. Our final tally of all things broken were as followed: Shower door, shower titles, closet door, a hole in the wall, this coffee table, a tree from when Byron and Ziyah were at the falls, window, lamp, bed, chair, the door to my office because I had accidentally popped us there when I had her up against the door in our suite, coffee maker, and a set of dishes. Every year would have another heat as long as she was not pregnant, but it would only last between one to three days instead of the full week. Byron was lounging around in my mind, fully sated. He enjoyed flying while mating just as much as I did. Although, it was even more fucking intense than before because of her heat. He was a smug bastard as he replayed how many times his Little Fae praised him over and over again for bringing her so much pleasure. I understood that though because I was the exact same way. We had the opportunity to grow even closer than ever before, and I was very
DANTE Today had been perfect for relaxing. Kade, Elle, the twins, Ziyah, and I were all enjoying a picnic. It was nice to just get a moment away from everything and be able to have a quiet time with family. So much had changed since the day that my sister came in like a bulldozer to destroy that piece of shit British Alpha. I gained so much more than my sister back in my life. Even more family, a purpose, and so much more. It all led me to where I was at that moment. Ziyah was leaning back against me. My arms were wrapped around her waist. It was still so fucking surreal to know that we were going to be parents. Our three precious pups. Fuck. I was excited, nervous, and downright terrified of fucking it all up. Thankfully, I had plenty of fathers around to help guide me when need be. We were laughing as Elle tossed grapes into Kade’s mouth, but she decided to make it competitive and was pelting them at him. The twins were going wild. They were definitely cheering for their mother.