In a split second, he strikes, grabbing my wrist, and his gaze locks onto mine as he twists it, disarming me. The knife clatters to the floor and in that moment, I realize I’ve only managed to excite him. How can I get to him in the same way that he did me? How can I hurt him too and make him feel as helpless as I did in those moments where I’d walked through the hallway with people staring at me and hiding their laughter?Anger builds and I aim a kick for his side. He lets go of my hand and sidesteps like I’m a stupid child throwing a tantrum. “You’re a bloody psycho for doing that to me.”His smile turns ominous, a dangerous fire lighting up his gaze. “I see, you learned nothing from that.”Goddess, I want nothing more than to snatch that grin off his face. I lunge for him with my fist and he ducks effortlessly. Another has my fist ramming into the high cupboard and the wood splinters. I pull back and try again, and every time he ducks, I break something in the kitchen.Stupid, enti
NaomiEight guards. Four outside her door, four below her window. None, of course, in the room with her. They were frightened and she could smell it. Upon arriving, she'd killed six of them. One wrong move had them successfully knocking her out and locking her up in a room.The delusion of it.She could leave if she wanted to, but she laid in bed, unmoving, because leaving would mean returning to Dane's Club, and she could use a day's break. Or two.And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever.She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here.Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious.Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the
"I want to take a swim," Naomi said again when they came to the pool. "You can watch, but I like to swim naked."Owen reddened and turned around. "I'll... wait by hall--""You can join me. You know you want to," Naomi purred, pulling of the jacket and handing it to him.He took it without turning around, and Naomi pushed down the straps of her chemise, letting it fall to the ground and pool around her feet. She stepped out and cocked her head at Owen whose fists clenched and unclenched. "I'm on duty--"She smiled. "No one will notice you're gone. The other three, they left a while ago to the gardens. No one's going to query you for indulging your desires." The young ones and their resistance were always so much fun.For a moment, he hesitated, but his muscles tensed and he shook his head. "I'll be back to fetch you in an hour.""What if I run? You're not scared I'll escape?" Naomi asked, toeing the water. It was cold. So cold, she shivered. She liked her water extreme. Freezing cold,
Alaric The sound of a bowstring disturbed the silence and Alaric frowned as he watched the arrow hit the mark. Off. He was off by a few inches. He walked back to his supplies and took another arrow, nocking it. His hands were bloodied. He’d been at it for hours. There was no better way to get rid of his anger than imagining his enemies head as the mark. Alaric didn’t think he was mad, but then, most psychos didn’t think they were psychos. Marrying within the family wasn’t new in Lycanthia. The oldest families of royals didn’t believe in tainting the bloodline, and Alaric shared in the sentiment. He could never get around to settling down or choosing himself a bride. Not when his beautiful niece had been born. He’d gazed upon her as a child and known immediately. He’d tried imprinting on her severally, but the connection never snapped into place. It didn’t matter much. He’d already claimed her to be his from the moment he set eyes on her. The soft cru
Gin“Ginevra, open the damned door!” Sinclair yells, furiously ramming into it again and again.My fingers tremble as I pull the drawers open, frantically searching for the car keys. A slight jingle catches my attention and I growl when I see several bunches of keys, all for his many cars in the garage. I push about, just as the house shudders from another one of his attempts at knocking down the door.I sight the familiar silver keyholder of his black sedan and I seize it, locking the drawer and taking the key with me so he can’t follow me.I bolt out of the room and down the staircases, tears rolling down my cheeks. He’ll never forgive me, but that’s great. As long as he’s alive and well enough to hate me. No one knows Alaric like I do. He’s not some dumb idiot. He knows Sinclair will beat him.If he’s still spoiling for a fight, then it’s because he’s sure that whatever he has planned will succeed. Succeeding means I’ll watch my mate die for the second time. It means I’ll die again
NaomiI’m staying, I decide as I walk down the hallway, flanked by four guards, hands tied together behind my back. They lead me down a set of stairs I haven’t explored, and while I memorize the paths, I think of the man with pretty eyes. Last night was the first time in years that I truly wanted something, not to pass time, but because the ever still rivers deep within me had been perturbed. Violently.“There’s a duel tomorrow,” I asked the man. “Will you stay for it?” “I do not care for such things,” he said without looking at me. “You’re in my way.”I’d moved closer to him, stark naked with goosebumps coating my skin. My nipples grazed his shirt, and he stood perfectly still, staring down at me with eyes that told me he was nearly at the end of his patience. “Come tomorrow. I’ll put on a show for you.”That bored look remained, and to get a rise out of him, I inched even closer, crowding his space. My finger trailed up his arm, caressing him. “What do you do, Darian?”“Whatever I
*Ginevra* I shudder as the oily sheen of the portal washes over me, making my stomach queasy. Sinclair pauses as our surroundings materialise, and he suddenly grips my wrist, pulling me back. "What--" The metallic tang of blood fills my nostrils, choking me. I step out from behind Sinclair and stop short in surprise. Seven men surround a petite figure, holding her in place as they secure chains on her. Naomi's blue eyes glow with carnal desire, and a maniacal smile graces her lips. She's covered in blood, and her porcelain skin is stained with droplets of it. I look ahead. Alaric's on the ground, and he doesn't look very good. There's a slash across his chest, and blood sprays from it. The physician is tending to his wounds, and his face is scrunched up in pain. Father stands beside him, his lips drawn with anger and reproach, and I can't help the hope that springs alive in my heart that...maybe...just maybe he could just die and this stupid
The air lightens, for everyone else but me. I am bound by his order, and I watch in horror as Sinclair, free once again, tries to grab me. But I suddenly feel invisible fingers around my neck, choking me. I grab my neck, gasping for breath, and Sinclair halts, snarling at King Fenrir. "Let her go!"King Fenrir leans back in his chair, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Get in the ring then." He looks back at Astrid and Naomi. "Try anything funny, and I'll snap her neck." He snaps his fingers and my head starts to move in the wrong direction. "It's really that easy."Growling, turns in the opposite direction and pulls a sword out of a guard's hostler and he's in the ring before my neck can actually snap.The king's hold on me lessens enough to turn my head forward and watch them and I exhale deeply, breathing hard and sobbing.An elder I recognize--I'm too shaken up to remember what the fuck his name is--starts rambling off the rules that no one ever adheres to. I try reaching Sinclai