Evie Stanton"What did those carrots do to you?" Bells asked, eyebrows high in her hairline at the hack job in front of me.I paused my chopping, looking down at the mangled carrots on my cutting board, all different sizes. Thane got under my skin earlier, and the produce was taking the brunt of my frustration. "Sorry."Bells opened the oven, checking on the roast chicken and all the browning potatoes and squash surrounding it. Coated with butter, salt, and sprigs of rosemary decorating the top, it smelled absolutely delicious. And I ruined it by destroying the carrots meant for the side dish."It's okay," she insisted, nudging me over with her hip to take over.When Thane dropped me off earlier, the cabana didn't look like much. But on the inside, it was brightly lit. Light and airy with fabric hanging from open windows. A pleasant breeze accompanied by the scent of ocean air. It felt humble but homey. Large on the inside with at least three rooms off of the main livin
Thane DrogosIt would have been nice to stay at Sam's all night. Drinking and catching up, trying to forget about Evelyn. Forget about her curious brown eyes and how she stomped her feet when she didn't get her way. I needed to pick Evelyn up from Desmond's. I'm sure Bells wouldn't mind if she stayed with them for the night, but she was my problem. Des and Bells deserved to enjoy the little time they had together before we disembarked again.Evelyn wouldn't be here for much longer. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the banter. The fast thinking quips. Made it even more satisfying when I rendered her speechless. I shouldn't have baited her earlier. But I loved to get a rise out of her, see bits and pieces of that defiant little brat I found so appealing. How I would love to lace my fingers through her hair, pull her head back and watch her wide eyes glaze over with defiance.It was a good look on her.And I would do anything to keep the fire inside of her bur
Evie StantonWith Thane's lips pressed against mine, my shoulders shook, my core tightening like the aftermath of a thunderclap. My heart pounded as his lips parted against mine, one of his hands cupping my face.I could feel the heavy outline of his length pressed against my stomach. My body clenched hard, flushing with wet, hot desire. Overcome with the realization of wanting to see his cock myself, feel it in my hands. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to know what it felt like inside my mouth. See if I could get him writhing as wildly as I felt inside. His mouth devoured mine, his free arm looping around my waist and pulling me flush against his hard body. It felt delirious. Hungry. I couldn't get enough of it. His tongue grappled with mine, fighting with dominance I didn't want him to have.My eyes fluttered closed, and I let him show me how to flick his tongue against mine. I repeated the motion. The way his hands tightened against my waist, I knew he liked i
Thane DrogosWatching Evie break apart under my hands was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Laying flat in my bed, jaw slack, eyes widened with wonder. Her chest rose and fell rapidly like she needed to catch her breath.I sat back on my knees, watching her come down from her high.The bed appeared damp with the rush of her orgasm. The taste of it against my lips. I wanted to taste her again, lick up all traces of her climax until she cried out again. I wanted to make her come repeatedly until morning.A spike of possessiveness warmed my blood. I wanted every sexual experience with any other man to pale in comparison to how I played her body with my hands. I wanted to do it again. The sight of her absolutely intoxicating.My pants tightened, my cock wanting to come out and play. Dip within her and get a taste of how tightly she milked my fingers. Watch her moan and writhe. Take me like the good girl I know she is. Beneath her bratty exterior hid a woman wh
Evie StantonWhen I woke up the next morning, Thane wasn't there. My mind tried to process what happened as I watched the filtering light from the rising sun slowly peek through the cabana.Last night, all we had were the dim lights from the oil lanterns to keep us company. But now it was a new day, and with that were so many possibilities.Last night. Thinking of my night with Thane made my entire body flush. A rush of heat climbed under my skin, that made me ache for more. A heat that made me want him over and over again. Naked from the waist down, Thane touched me and made me feel things I never knew I could. And we hadn't even had sex.The idea of being joined with him. Lost in him. Thane lost in me. In the sensations I could give him.A flash from last night clouded my vision. Knelt between his legs as I tasted him. Watched him break apart from my mouth. The realization I could bring him to his knees empowered me.I wanted to do it again. Explore his body. Find out all the little
Thane DrogosOnce I reached the underwater cave, I shifted to fit through all the small nooks and tunnels to reach the hoard. It was located in an air bubble far beneath the surface no casual treasure hunter would ever find. And I was its protector. My crew trusted me wholeheartedly with it.I untied the large satchel from my ankle, scooping it with gold and jewels from our latest conquest. Massive piles of gold were located in every corner. A true treasure trove. And my mother kept track of every single last coin. This was finally the last trip today, so my crew could get their fair cut. At least what they requested. All surplus stayed with the hoard. Every corner of the cave glittered, flickering with light bouncing off the water. It truly was a sight no one would ever see unless I took them here myself. Even my mother hadn't seen it for herself. She missed the water, but she couldn't shift anymore after she got sick. Even her dragon tattoo had faded, but it seemed
Evie StantonMy face stung, Thane's hand closed over my shoulder. He dragged me behind him all the way back to his cabana. The crewmen stared at me. I could feel it, but I couldn't drag my eyes from my feet. I limped, stumbling over my throbbing ankle.Complaints stuck in my throat. I couldn't find my voice, and I doubt he would listen to me anyway. I could still feel his hand squeezing my face. The rage glittering in his eyes, reminiscent of when he first saw my coat of arms.I had forgotten what it looked like. The hurt. The tick in his jaw. A vein straining in his neck. The man who scared me.Last night, I was in the eye of a hurricane. A moment of peace. Unbelievable bliss. But now the storm was moving. Swirling around me and dragging me beneath crippling winds.A wall rose between Thane and me. I watched it. The moment his hand fell to his side, all empathy vanished.I didn't recognize him anymore. I don't think he recognized me, either. Every word spilled fro
Thane DrogosThat night, I stayed at Desmond's house. Unable to look at Evelyn again. I couldn't bear to see my bed and remember the night we shared. Hear her sobs as she tried to reason with me about why I should free her. If I stayed, I would have caved. The fury inside would fade away the longer I stared into her wide brown eyes.Evelyn made me soft.More reason to follow through with my plan. She threatened my crew. My family. In turn, threatened their families. No one would be safe if she went home. She knew where safehold was. Knew who I was. If Evelyn's father, Richard, knew, then he would set the entire world on fire to find my mother and me. He gutted my brothers. Strung up my father. Found and butchered every distant member of my family.With us alive, his secret, his whole lineage, and bureaucratic power were now at risk. But even with all those reasons, I hated what I would have to do with Evelyn. Serve her up on a platter to a clan of sirens. I sa
Evie StantonThane spent the better part of the early morning and afternoon bringing gold up to the surface. He seemed too restless to get a proper night's sleep. To be fair, I couldn't sleep either. Not only had we fucked the entire night away, but I felt different.I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt stronger. Like I was high on adrenaline. Buzzing helplessly. I was in Thane's bathroom, taking one last bath before the journey. I got out of the water, drying and dressing in my comfortable pants and slacks. Cutlass on my hip. The woman in the mirror looked different. My hair was silkier. My skin looked healthier. But the oddest part was my eyes had blue flecks in them now. I leaned in, looking at my appearance, bewildered. I wanted to talk to Katarina, but at the same time, I wanted to avoid Katarina. What was I going to say?How would I even begin that conversation?Hey, so last night, your son brought me down to see the hoard, and then we proceeded to have sex on litera
Thane Drogos"Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face."I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?"Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"I grinned. "Yes, I am. We have to empty it tomorrow morning, so this will be the last time you can see it."She tilted her head, curiosity forever present in her wide eyes. "But isn't it really deep down there? I'll drown.""No, you won't," I stated confidently. "There's this fascinating thing I can do with my mouth." "There's a lot of things you can do with your mouth," she giggled.I rolled my eyes, teasing, "Evelyn Marie Stanton, get your head out of the gutter and get into the water."Ever the brat, she tossed her
Evie StantonThane eyed me intensely as I signed the marriage certificate. Desmond sat next to me, signing as our witness while Katarina prepared the paperwork and officiated to make it legally binding.I knew my parents would refute it, so we had to do everything possible to make it iron-tight. I passed Thane my quill for him to sign next to my signature. "Are you sure you don't want a traditional wedding?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.He already knew my answer. "Honestly, fuck weddings," I grumbled.Thane made a throaty noise, eyes flickering with amusement. "White dresses never suited you anyways," he agreed cheekily. Desmond wheeled out from under the desk. "I still wish I could've been there. Sounded like a good time.""You always did love a little chaos," Thane retorted.At his statement, Des grinned. Katarina, on the other hand, didn't share the same lightheartedness. She had opted to go with us back to Avalon. It couldn't be easy, but she wa
Evie StantonI didn't understand why Thane was looking at me like that. Why he shared a look with Katarina before she left, leaving us in this awkward silence. I thought he wanted to marry me. Wanted a whole future together, and now he was telling me he didn't?I felt so vulnerable. Putting my heart on the line for him like that. Thane closed his eyes tightly. A few deep breaths.Suddenly, the space between us felt like a giant chasm. I wanted to reach for him. Leap across the canyon. Pull Thane back out of his thoughts.Back to me.His eyes opened, and he gazed at me, a deep-seated pain washing up on the surface of his vibrant eyes. A glossiness formed in his eyes. The silence felt heavy. My gaze softened. My arms fell to my sides.He didn't say anything, taking a seat at the table like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Thane let the heaviness settle over him, leaning back against the chair, legs stretched out in front of him.His gaze never left me,
Thane DrogosEvie swiped her blunted cutlass at me, meeting me strike for strike when we sparred right outside our cabana. The sand between our toes. Glimmering waves crashed against the coast behind her.Her blouse dipped past her collarbone, revealing the valley of her breasts where a tri-claw scar marred her skin. I hardly thought of it as a flaw, only a reminder of her courage. Despite how small and delicate she might seem, she was fearless. A warrior honing her skills.The sun lowered in the sky, just over the horizon, casting her in a warm orange light.Without sunlight, we couldn't train much longer, but that didn't slow Evie down. She was becoming quite adept with a sword, confident enough to deflect my attacks and react with a carefully timed counterattack.We had arrived back in safehold about a week ago. Everyone welcomed Evie back with open arms. Even Desmond, who wasn't bedbound anymore even if he did have to use a wheelchair. He could wiggle his toes, but ove
Evie StantonI stared wide-eyed at Thane as he ripped my corset in half with his bare hands. Easily tearing the lace holding the steel ribbed bodice together. My breath caught, thighs pressing together as a rush of pure lust washed over me again. The burning desire coiling between my legs roared to life again, even as my arms trembled like I was cold.I blinked once. Twice. Completely dumbfounded and painfully turned on.He pulled the destroyed corset off of me, tossing it behind him nonchalantly. Underneath it was an embroidered blouse that dipped under my collarbone, white satin buttons up the front of it. Long-sleeved and itchy around my wrists. I arched my back, wordlessly encouraging him to rip the next garment off of me. "Take this blouse off me," I whispered fervently.Stark blue eyes devoured me as he leaned down, propping himself up on his elbows on top of me. His shirt was completely wet, making me wonder what happened when he wrenched a completely different
Thane DrogosAfter catching up with the ship, I emerged from the water, shifting, the dragon returning to its place right under my skin. Evie stared up at me, no longer afraid, but fascinated. Life had come back into Evelyn's face. Her adoration for me was clear all over her face.Finally, I felt whole again. That Evelyn-shaped cavern in my chest vanished. I dressed in my cabin, eager to get back to Evie. I think she'd enjoy some of the changes I made in my cabin for her to make it our cabin.I met Evie on the upper deck, looping my arm around her waist while she engaged in friendly conversation with Rio, a cup of bourbon in her hand. Celebratory drinks.We joined other crewmen in joyous conversation. The crew seemed as satisfied as I felt. Justice had been served. Both Robert and Charles paid the price for their sins.It wasn't over.Not by a long shot, but I'd take the victory before planning the next move. This time against Richard and Beatrice Stanton. Rio left
Evie StantonI was ready. For death or liberation.My choice. Thane's cutlass was heavier than mine, but I held it with finesse. I knew the common people were watching over the guards' shoulders at the doors. Whatever happened, my father's reign was over. "Then kill me, motherfucker," I snarled, taking a stance in front of Thane. The crew that I loved so much. They were my people. Katarina took a step forward, beside me. My mother had fled to the altar, standing beside Robert as the officiant took his chance to get the hell out of there.My father didn't look like himself anymore. A mad contortion of himself. Angry and deranged. But perhaps this was what he always looked like. Just hid it well. His hair, usually unkempt, fell into his bloodshot eyes as he grasped at his chest."Kill them!" he screamed. "Kill them all!"All the sailors behind me shifted their stature. Ready to fight. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could fight in this god-awful dress. The petticoat w
Thane DrogosSeeing Evelyn again, after an excruciating month, felt like coming up for air. I had been dragged beneath the waves, smothered in darkness and icy water, fighting my way back up to the surface. Then I saw her.In a white dress that didn't suit her at all, a shawl over her shoulders, hiding all of her skin. Her face was hidden from me behind her veil. She marched down the aisle to a man that wasn't me. A man that didn't deserve her. Richard wore a crown atop his head, but it wasn't lost on me how hard he gripped Evie's arm like she would run at the first chance she got.My fingers played the keys, but my eyes wouldn't leave her. Her shoulders were set back, chin held high as if she walked toward the gallows. Pure resignation. She accepted her fate. But she wasn't broken. In an act of defiance, she shed her shawl, revealing her scars, the mauve claw marks from the siren attack. The dress dipped down in front, showing off the freckles sprinkled across her collarbone. The