"I love you, Knox!" Serena confessed. Her eyes shun with the depth of her feelings. "With every fiber of my being. You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I don't care what darkness lies within you or what risks I'll face by being your mate. I want to face it all by your side, for eternity."Knox felt his throat grow tight as Serena's emotional declaration washed over him in waves. He had lived more than a lifetime and had experienced nearly every torment this world had to offer across the centuries. Yet nothing had ever touched him as profoundly as this slip of a woman's love.Just hearing those three words tumble from her lips made his heart feel fit to burst with unfamiliar sensations. A strange tightness gripped his chest, but it wasn't painful. It was as though a great weight he'd carried for ages had finally been lifted by her sweet confession. As though he could breathe fully for the first time, inhaling the intoxicating essence of her love like the sweetest ambrosia.Knox'
Serena melted into his embrace. Her fingers tangled in the silken strands of his hair before moving down to his pants as she surrendered to the swirl of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Every touch, every one of his caresses danced across her skin like wildfire. Oh, how she craved him. How she longed for him to ravage her like a beast!! However, she knew better than to wish for more than she could handle. Serena tried to tug his pants down, but Knox suddenly stopped and grabbed her hand. Desire burned in their eyes as they fixed their gaze on one another, both of them panting. "You can't take me right now, love. I'll hurt you," Knox rasped. His deep voice was edged with a strain of unbridled hunger that made her insides tremble with want. "You're also bleeding down there," he added. Serena felt a scorching flush of embarrassment on her cheeks at his blunt reminder that she had started her monthly menstrual cycle. Of all the inopportune times for this
There was no missing the slight tremor that laced Serena’s soft voice despite the brave front she attempted to project. Even now, some deeply buried part of her human psyche still recoiled at the thought of having her life's essence drained away by her inhuman husband.It wasn't that she feared Knox would hurt her - she trusted him implicitly with her life and her heart. But the very idea of being fed on, of having her blood drawn out of her body, triggered some instinct of self-preservation that she couldn't quite shake.Knox felt a rush of fierce tenderness and protective devotion for his brave, resilient other half. Even when faced with the prospect of something as daunting as offering her blood, she did not falter or allow her concern for his wellbeing to waver. Her selflessness never failed to humble him."It's too risky to do that right now," he responded in a low, calming voice meant to soothe her subtle fears. His large hand engulfed hers where it still gripped his wrist, sq
With that ominous statement, his striking features began to contort and shift in an almost hideous manner that had Serena’s instincts screaming at her to shrink back. Yet, she remained rooted in place, utterly transfixed as she watched her husband's achingly familiar visage melt and reshape itself into something else entirely.The sharp planes of his strong jaws seemed to protrude and elongate and his full lips pulled back to reveal a set of curved, wickedly elongated canines. Thick ropes of dense, obsidian fur erupted along the column of his neck and across his broad brow, framing his face in a wild mane of darkness.Serena felt her breath catch in her throat as a pair of large, pointed ears emerged from the mass of rippling black fur atop his head. His striking amber eyes were swallowed by a searing golden blaze that seemed to glow with an otherworldly inner light. The bones of his face seemed to crack and reform, reshaping themselves into a more feral structure.Serena willed he
Serena heard the muffled cacophony of angry voices as she descended the grand, sweeping staircase that dominated the entrance hall of the family estate. Her heart quickened when she recognized the deep, commanding timbre of her father's voice rising above the others. It was laced with a rare edge of irritation that immediately set her on edge.The conversation abruptly ceased when her father must have heard her approaching footsteps. The tension in the air was almost palpable. Serena paused for a moment, her hand resting lightly on the cool metal of the banister, before continuing her descent."Is everything alright?" she asked worriedly, sweeping her gaze over the gathered group.Her father quickly schooled his features into a more neutral expression. "Ah, pumpkin. Everything's fine. Just some last-minute details we were discussing."Serena wasn't convinced. She could sense the underlying tension in the room, thick enough to cut with a knife. Her eyes moved from person to person,
Killian only smiled more broadly, never one to listen to cautions or respect boundaries. "Oh, come now. No need to be shy. I've done my research, you know. Did you know that a good, vigorous tumble between the sheets is supposed to help with those nasty cramps?" He threw her an exaggerated wink. "Don't go easy on my poor brother, sis. You have every right to make the Ice Mountain service you properly during these days and keep you...satisfied."The last word was practically purred in a tone heavy with salacious suggestion, and Serena felt her blush deepen until she was certain her face was a truly spectacular shade of scarlet. "Killian!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes darting towards Knox to gauge his reaction to Killian’s crude remarks.How he could say such outrageously inappropriate things with a perfectly straight face, she would never understand.“What—” Seven suddenly grabbed Killian by the arm and forcibly dragging him away before he had the time to dig his own g
The S.C.D Entertainment Starlight Gala was the event of the century that drew the crème de la crème of society to its glittering red carpet. The air was electric with anticipation as fans and paparazzi lined the velvet ropes, their excited chatter rising to a fever pitch each time a new limousine or luxury car pulled up to the entrance of the grand event center.The red carpet stretched out like a crimson river, flanked by towering topiary sculptures and twinkling fairy lights. Security personnel in neat black suits maintained a watchful presence, their earpieces buzzing with hushed communications from time to time.The arrivals started flooding the place in earnest as the golden hour drew near. A sleek silver Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop, and one of the media moguls, Jasper Sinclair, emerged. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly coiffed and the mask required for the occasion framed his face. He adjusted his designer suit, flashing his million-dollar smile at the cameras
The final figure to emerge from the sedan was the one that really made the entire crowd absolutely erupt into disarray. It was none other than President Walter Bolting himself - the same man that the entire world had thought was dead!He looked every inch the powerful leader in an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo and had an intricate gold mask covering half of his face. Yet, it somehow only amplified his whole aura of distinguished authority. A hush fell over the crowd before the paparazzi surged forward like a tidal wave."Holy shit, it's President Bolting! I can't believe it!""But how is this even possible? Didn't he get whacked?" "President Bolting! President Bolting! Can we get a statement over here, sir?"“How are you still alive?” “We heard you were dead.” “Where do you stand now that a new President has been elected?” "Where have you been during these past weeks? Everyone believed you were dead.""What exactly is going on?"Microphones and cameras were thrust towards th