Rhye jerked around, meeting Dimitri’s steady gaze with an undisguised surprise. Holy crap. He hadn’t seen that coming. “A Ranger?”Dimitri leaned back in the chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he studied Rhye. “It’s rare that I find a warrior of your skill and loyalty. When I do, I’m smart enough to insist upon their service.”“Loyalty?” Rhye shook his head, wondering if the man was suffering from dementia. What else could possess the usually intelligent werewolf to make such a difficult offer? “In case you’ve forgotten, I don’t follow orders.”“Loyalty is different from blind obedience,” Dimitri disputed.“I often send out my Rangers on delicate tasks. I need soldiers who can think for themselves and make decisions when they can’t contact me.”Rhye snorted. “I’m about as fragile as a war hammer.”“Sometimes a mission takes a rapier, and sometimes it takes a war hammer.” Dimitri tapped his fingers on the glossy surface of the desk. “It’s my job to determine which weapon i
Lily couldn’t seem to do anything without messing it up lately. The Mess-Up Queen. “It has to be Francisco,” she muttered. “That’s our theory.”“That bastard needs to have his ass kicked.” Rhye shrugged, his hard muscles rippling beneath the tight black T-shirt.Hell, the man was edible. Her mouth went dry.“I believe Dimitri intends to nail his hide to the wall.”“That’ll work.” “Trevor’s on the trail. I’m sure he’ll let Dimitri know if he discovers anything.” With a stiff nod, Rhye turned back toward the door.Let him go, let him go, let him go…“Are you leaving?” The words bypassed her brain and burst from her lips. Once again, he grudgingly halted and turned. “I have my own lair. Or at least I did.” Without warning, that almost smile touched his lips, making her heart kick against her ribs. “The rats may have taken over while I was gone.” "Are you not going back in the… I mean your pack?" "Not mine anymore.""You… are not planning on taking it back from Leon?" "Soon." He mutt
“I told you, I told you, I told you,” she sang as she twirled to a halt directly in front of Lily. Lily rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics. “Christ, Tosa, you’re making me dizzy.”Tosa flashed her charming grin, looking about sixteen in her polka dot sundress that revealed her numerous tattoos. “I told you.”“Yes, well, you’ve told me that the old man who lives in 4B is actually an alien who missed his ride home on the mother ship. And that your dead mother communicates to you through tea leaves,” Lily said dryly. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”“Here.”Taking the card that Tosa shoved into her hand, Lily studied the gilt name etched onto the expensive card paper. “Joseph Motherland.” With a frown, she lifted her head to meet Tosa’s expectant gaze. “What’s this?”“He’s waiting for you at the bar.”“Why would he be waiting for me?”“He owns a bazillion tourist shops around London. All in the most primo locations, I might add.” She heaved a wistful sigh. “God, I’
“Well?” Lily gave a beautiful shake of her head. “He wants to buy my paintings, Tosa this is so fast...”“Woah that is good news.” Indifferent to the inquisitive gazes she was enticing, Tosa grabbed Lily and gave her a rib-crushing hug. “I knew it. Haven’t I been telling you that you’re a fabulous artist and that you were bound to be discovered?” Gently disentangling herself so she could suck air into her collapsed lungs, Lily pulled her lips into a stiff smile. “I’m not sure peddling art to tourists is being discovered, but I’ll admit you’ve always had a lot more faith than I did.”“Because I know talent when I see it.” Lily’s smile became genuine as she reached out to ruffle Tosa’s pink spikes of hair. “You’ve been such a good friend to me, Tosa. If you hadn’t let me…”“Blah, blah, whatever, ” The woman waved her hands in acquittal, then her eyes abruptly broadened. “You know, you should go out and celebrate. Drink some bubbly, eat some chocolate, find some yummy stud to spend the
“Safe?” “We are never safe. We are living in the dangerous life of the supernatural world, we are never safe. Humans, a different matter, but us? Nothing is safe and you know that, right?” Lily asked. “Yes, you are right, Every day is a gamble. Something I forgot along the way,” he said, not hiding his self-derision. “And at least this way, I’ll always be on my guard.” “Rhye…” Lily’s words broke off in frustration. “Dammit, why are you hiding from me? I am you mate for fuck sake. I am your Luna.” “So now you agree that I'm your mate?” “I never disagree with that.” “Yes, you did.” Lily sighed, the man was seriously out of his mind. “I am your Luna.” Not anymore, remember? I'm a rogue now, a wolf without a pack.” “Damn it Rhye.” He scoffed, “I’m trying to decide if you’re a friend or the enemy.”Lily flinched at the smooth response. “I’ve never been your enemy.” “No? I distinctly recall you threatening to shove a stake up my ass.” She remembered, too. Vividly. It had been d
Her smile widened as she reached up, and with unexpected strength, ripped the T-shirt from his body. “Not nearly as beautiful as you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the scars that crisscrossed his torso. He shuddered, his fangs extending and his body hardening in all the right places. “I’ve always heard that love is blind. Now I’m certain of it.” “Don’t play coy.” Her fingers trailed a path of fire down the hard planes of his stomach, popping the button of his jeans and easing down the zipper. Rhye growled in approval. She was a woman in charge. And he liked it. “You know very well you make women all hot and bothered.” Him? Well, hell. If she wanted to believe he was some sort of babe magnet, then so be it. Kicking off his heavy boots, Rhye rid himself of the jeans and climbed on the bed to pull Lily into his arms. He had once cursed a fate that offered nothing but cruelty and stark loneliness. Now he could only marvel at his extraordinary stroke of fortune. Skimming his ha
Ten Years AgoLivia swayed to the hard beat of the music playing on repeat in her earbuds, falling into the familiar, seductive trance that always came when she found the perfect song to match whatever weapon on which she was working.This one was about playing with fire, about dancing with your demons and feeling at home in your nightmares, even as they haunted you. It made her think of sex with a dangerous, ocean blue-eyed stranger and sweat-slicked bodies moving together in the darkness.Livia let those fantasies fuel her as she drew by the faint light of the moon shining through the single, high window, her pencil a blur across the page, bringing to life the image of a twisted dagger.Her eyes felt gritty and her body longed for sleep, but this wasn’t the first time a
Shortly after, all her senses began to sharpen. Her night vision became almost perfect. She could smell impossible things: far-off storms, water, and sickness. It felt like she’d been living her entire life wrapped in cotton which muffled the world around her, and then, suddenly, the dampening blanket began to fall away. Then, the physical changes started. Her hair lost its color until it was nearly white. Her eyes, once a normal, soft green, were now a green so pale they were nearly silver. She’d hated those changes. The magnetism already made her a target, but with them, she became striking. Noticeable. Easy to spot in a crowd. But, with the bad came the good. Alongside those physical changes also came strength, speed, and stamina. Alcohol and drugs had only a mild effect on her, something for which she came to be endlessly grateful. When she turned eighteen, more powers began to surface. She could forge weapons as if she’d been doing it all her life. Somehow, she’d just known
Shock at what she’d done had barely begun to flicker through her mind when she felt something heavy and oppressive build within her. A sudden, sharp pain in her chest had her crying out as something foreign inside her pulled tight, stretching like a rubber band. Oh, god, it hurts. It felt like every atom of her being was being simultaneously crushed and pulled to its breaking point. The foreign sensation grew stronger and heavier until it felt like she was being ripped apart. The agony was unreal. She tried to scream her pain, but her chest was caving in, and she couldn’t breathe. It was gathering her power. She could feel it, like a thorned vine, latching onto the tendrils; she could feel it squeezing them, choking them. With a violent, agonising wrench, it yanked her power back into her, the cold, burning pain of it tearing a ragged shriek from her throat. Like a hand swatting a fly, the whiplash of it folded her body in half and sent her hurtling toward the floor. Strong arms
Thighs clenching at the feel of it, so erotically foreign, yet so right, she writhed between kisses and moaned. In response, Rhye coils his tail around her leg, guiding her to widen her stance. He slipped a thigh between her legs at the same moment he cupped her breasts, as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Moaning in delight... "Oh, God..." Livia growled.The multitude of sensations had her crying out into Rhye’s mouth. Pressing her breasts into his hands, she ground down against his thigh, needing the pressure where she was so wet and swollen for him.Like an extra set of arms, she felt him wrap his majestic tail around her, enclosing her in a cocoon of warmth, safety, and need. Even with her eyes closed, she knew he didn’t surround her completely. She didn’t have to wonder why. The knowledge that he’d left a gap so she could breathe and her inner demon could watch unimpeded had a new rush of wetness slicking her core. It was like she had been transported to a different dimensio
That was enough to snap her out of the trance.Unsure if she was more freaked out about being hypnotized by a fucking tail, or charmed that it seemed to like her, she pet it in return, carefully stroking a fingertip lightly over the spade tip.If it were possible, her eyes would have widened even more at the shiver working through Rhye.Did he like that?Oh, how she wanted to play and find out.Soon, it retreated, and Livia marvelled at all three men as she really, truly realised that they weren’t humans. They were predators and, unlike humans, had the features necessary to both lure in prey and kill it. Joseph’s eyes, Rhye’s tail—they were all mesmerising."Like cuttlefish," she muttered under her breath.Rhye zeroed in on her and cocked his head. "What’s that?""Oh, nothing." Peering up at Rhye, she prompted, "You wanted to ask something earlier?"The alpha gave her a look that said he knew she was intentionally redirecting the conversation but that he was going with it. "How did it
The words escaped without thought, but she didn’t have the mental capacity to regret them, even when the room was suddenly full of low, masculine laughter."Does that mean you think I’m pretty, too?" Leon rumbled, his eyes, now a vivid purple, sparkling—literally sparkling—as though they were dotted with a thousand tiny stars.His voice had already been deep, but now it was even more so. The gravelly, bass sound vibrated through her like distant thunder but was also creepy at the same time, but Livia didn't show how scared she was of the two-headed wolf. There was something about Leon's wolf that made her shiver with fear. He was something else. There was darkness in him, and she could see it. Livia paused, seeing a vision of Leon killing Joseph in the subway, while Rhye was unconscious on his side. Livia gasped; anger settled over her, and rage throbbed in her like a heartbeat. Leon creeped into Joseph... He would kill him. Livia could feel it... She didn't have a choice but to use h
Livia frowned. She picked up on that apparently being a bad thing easily enough, but why he thought she would care was beyond her. When she voiced as much, he just blinked at her like she’d stunned him speechless; at first, she was sure.Peering between the two of them, she took in the tense set of their shoulders and the tightness in their expressions that lingered, despite her assurance that she didn’t care about their lack of purity.Deciding to fix the problem she’d inadvertently caused, Livia smiled softly at them. "I don’t care if you’re pure or as mixed as milk and coffee, but I’ve obviously stepped on a sore point, so I rescind my invitation." Hoping to lighten the mood, she ended with a haughty sniff and an imperious wave of her hand.Joseph’s eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. "Well! Now that you don’t want to see, I want to show you. What is this witchery?"Leon made a low sound and nodded, mimicking Joseph’s suspicious expression, though his grey eyes were dancing with amu
Speechless, Livia gaped at the beautiful monster before her. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she took a step closer, wanting, needing to see him, to touch him. She managed a single step before Rhye cursed, eyes wide and dark brows furrowed, as he stared down at himself."How the fuck did you do that?" he demanded, pinning her with a stunned look.God, but his eyes were unreal. Vibrant, ocean deep blue with a sunburst of bright green around the pupils. They were the eyes of a predator. Eyes of a pureblood alpha. She wanted to get lost in them, wanted to stare into them until she’d mapped every facet."I have no idea," she admitted with a slow shake of her head. At the disbelieving expression he gave her, she tried to think past the shock of seeing him and explained, "The heat of your power was starting to get painful, and then, all of a sudden, it felt like mine got pissed off and threw yours back at you.""You shouldn’t be capable of that," Rhye muttered, but it was said almost absently
The memory of the creepy, child-looking demon and the sensation of it sucking the power out of her, remembering how weak she’d felt afterward, sent a shiver down her spine and hardened her resolve. All her martial arts and self-defense training had been useless against the thrall it had used on her. She’d spent too long and worked too hard to not be a victim to give up on this now. Rhye smirked at her for the second time that day, setting a new record. His eyes shone with approval at the resolve in hers. “I can force your power out of you. If you’ll allow me to try,” he tacked on at the end. Livia appreciated the effort he was making to be more polite, now he knew she wasn’t a spy sent to surveil them. She just wasn’t sure how to react to this new Rhye. He’d gone from cold and dangerous to interested and almost nice. Almost. It was a jarring change. Seductive, dangerously enticing, and intriguing as hell, but still jarring. Livia glanced at them, gauging their reactions to his of
Cocking her head, Livia frowned at him. "I don’t understand." Her eyes went wide as it hit her. "Oh my god, I get it. So, if they make vampires popular in movies and books, demons will become stronger because more humans are glorifying them. Same for witches and werewolves and everything else, yes?""Exactly.""Holy shit. I wonder how much I affected them in my Twilight phase as a kid."Joseph growled, "Those fucking movies! The "vampire" and "werewolf" demons were out of control. The "underworld demons" were pissed. They’d been top dogs for most of what"—he glanced at Leon—"like the last thousand years?""Mm, thereabouts, yes.""Wait. Did I hear you say ‘top dogs’?" she asked, ignoring the twilight thing in favor of something more important."Yes, but now anymore," Leon nodded.“Spiteful little fuckers, really. And always hungry!” Joseph pointed to a few thin white scars crisscrossing the back of his hand, scars she’d somehow never noticed before. “They like people meat, and they are
"As Joseph said, it’s not exclusively a torture chamber, and it’s not used as such all that often. Only when we’re left with no other recourse," Rhye soothed with a small smile.Her gentle giant, the man who touched her with such tenderness and care, was talking about torturing people with about the same amount of contrition as confessing he didn’t always take the time to recycle.That wasn’t actually what shocked her, though. She knew they were on the dark grey side of the morality scale.When she continued to frown at him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, looking suddenly unsure. "Does that bother you, Livia? Would it help to know we don’t hurt the innocent?"Rhye was very still at her back, she noticed. He hadn’t pulled away from her physically, but she could sense him closing off, could almost feel him pulling the cold, unfeeling mask back into place.Joseph, who’d strolled farther into the room, snorted. "Of course she knows that!" He stopped walking when she didn’t immedia