Rȗҽ"Where are we going?" Ares asked, catching up to me. I looked around the area. It was oddly familiar.
RȗҽThe wood creaked beneath my weight as I loomed over the doorway. I smirked when none answered. I scanned around, noticing how everyone held a glass of blood in their hands. It had better not
RȗҽThe sight of three men hanging upside down made my confusion ring in my head. "Where in the bloody fuck is Cylester?" I murmur walking towards the three men whose blood dripped into tin cans.
RȗҽI let out a giggle when their faces ashen as if seeing a ghost for the first time. "Did not know wolves could display such terror on their faces. Intriguing" I hummed then smiled. " I think you two have had
Rȗҽ Truth was, I was not entirely sure of how I could earn their trust. I have never done this before. It felt like I was painting a blank canvas. In my case I was starting anew. It wa
RȗҽGulping, I looked up at him with innocent wide eyes. Sure I was playing cool and collected but I knew without a doubt he could smell the strong scent of my arousal. Every second his piercing blue eyes peer in
RȗҽThere was just something in his voice that made me know that whatever he was up to, I would not be able to walk properly for days. And I loved the thought very much.So instead of being fearful of the incoming torturous pleasure I decided to tease him. "Depends on if you can last that long Ares." My eyes drop to his thick cock straining through his breeches. The monstrous organ was throbbing and wanting out.I move my hands from his shoulder and before he could stop me, I started stroking him through his breeches. He hisses, reaching out for my hand to stop me. "I am up for the challenge." He grunts, prying my much smaller hand away from his harden cock.I could only seem to let out a shocked gasp when his hands grabbed ahold of my waist and hoisted me up on his shoulders in a quick move. With my back pressed on the door and my legs around his shoulders, Ares had easy access to my dripping core.The green silk dres
RȗҽAres pants behind me and pulls out, unintentionally has his sperm spilling out. "Blast." He grunts. I shivered when I felt his fingers try to push his sperm back into me.
*Two days later* Ares sat on the throne, breathing out a sigh of content at the mere feeling of finally sitting on the throne his father sat on years ago. Back then, Ares stared at his
RueTaking another step forward, Mericel forces herself to rise to her feet. She holds her bleeding side and stumbles back. "Stay back." She hisses, putting her palms up as though it would stop me from inflicting
MericelI let out a grunt as I stumbled onto the wooden chair. My hands come to clamp around the b
The pure emotion in Ares's words set Rue's heart leaping into a frenzy of emotions that nearly clogged her throat. She swallowed the lump and let her eyes roam over the wolves behind her.Their breathing was ragged, the air coming out in puffs of fog as they showed their rage for the dark witch ahead. Rue's heart leaps again. Never had she thought in a million years that wolves would fight alongside her. She felt her eyes moisten at the
"Are you not going to help?" The soft voice startled Cylester who stared at the opening of the portal. He was confused as to why it had not closed yet. Perhaps Rue had mixed up the ingredients in this one.Turning
Something was different about Rue, something Mericel could not seem to put her fingers on. It was not just her power that was different, Mericel could tell. The witch she had trapped in the enchanted forest was no more. What now stood a good distance from her was very much more powerful.
When had it come to that? Not taking heed of her mate's words and teleporting a few distances away from the wolves castle. She left him there with the wolves, she did not listen. Now she was glaring at the eyes that killed her parents. Zefer.
"You nearly died a few minutes ago and the wolves have not healed a hundred percent yet and you want to wage a war on a dark witch who now posseses more power?!" Ares snarls.He did not mean to shout in anger but
Rȗҽ The taste of the banshee's soul still lingered like a bad tang that would not go away soon enough. I was fighting the urge to vomit not wanting to dirty myself or Ares who was now