That, even here, so far away from the council, Rhye still had to worry about his uncle's spies pissing him off.The only place he could truly be himself, where he could remove the callous facade and breathe, was around Rhye and Joseph, maybe Leon, and only when they were home or in private.They were the only ones who truly knew him. The appearance of the treacherous little witch might be even more worrisome than he’d first thought. If she were a spy, did that mean they’d done something to arouse his uncle’s suspicions? Or was the supposed King of the Council just descending further into madness? But why was he using witches to spy on him? He hated witches.The part that disturbed Rhye most was he was still drawn to her and had to consciously keep himself rooted to the spot, despite his suspicions. Rhye knew if he crossed to her, he’d kiss those perfectly bow-shaped lips. He’d lick across the soft seam of her mouth and demand she part for him so he could thoroughly taste her again. He
Rhye stared out the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes narrowed to block the painfully bright light blazing from Leon’s lighter as he destroyed the magical drugs, burning it to ash with concentrated sunlight.He could feel the witch out there, calling to him. The need to go to her was a thrumming in his bones, an ache in his chest getting increasingly harder to resist.And by asking the ugly beast more about her, he came to know that the woman was working with Francisco. The demon lord was wreaking havoc in the region. No surprise there. At least Livia wasn't working with Dimitri or any of the council leaders.There was something about her, something... lost, that called to him almost as much as the draw. She was a fierce little thing, strong and brave, but there was a vulnerability there, too. What had she lived through to have such a haunted, wary look in those beautiful eyes? Yes, there was a pain in there, but there was something else too, something dark and unnatural for a witch. Some
It had been days since Livia had been at the gym, since she’d gotten home and found her property had been invaded, since she’d gone to the docks only to be surprised by her three strangers. Four days since she’d learned the names of her devilish blonde and familiar stranger. Rhye. Four days since any of the delusions she’d had about tje men had been crushed by the sharp lens of reality.She’d known they were dangerous the moment she saw them in the club, but magical drug dealers? It wasn’t like Livia was a saint herself, but she generally tried to be a good person. Dealing magical drugs crossed a line, and she was still struggling to come to terms with just how wrong she’d been.Unless… was it possible she hadn’t seen things correctly? It’d been night, after all, and she’d been decently far away. No. Livia had great vision at night, an oddity that set her apart from others. She knew better than to believe it was powdered sugar, especially after Leon's throaty moan when he tried it.H
Her skin heated suddenly, then rapidly became a tingling sensation like ants were crawling all over her. The unusual feeling demanded her attention, but she couldn’t think clearly as another wave of mindless dizziness swamped her. All she could do was stare down at the strange, feral child with confusion and struggle to break free of his hold on her.She could have sworn his eyes were glowing, a savage wildness gleaming through the darkness trying to drag her down.Her head spun sickeningly. The ground felt as though it was moving beneath her feet, pitching her forward and back, an angry sea in the midst of a storm. She swayed and tried to stay upright while her skin continued to heat, like it had been doused in acid. Instead of clearing the haze enveloping her mind, the pain only seemed to deepen the disorientation and weakness.Without warning, the well of power surged in her chest, rebelling against whatever was happening.It simmered and sparked as the strangest feeling overtook h
The first thing Livia noticed as she began to rouse was the scent of the gym—rubber mats and old sweat that never went away, despite the disinfectant—all clashing with the intoxicating mix of cedar, dark winter berries, and oakmoss.Warm arms tightened around her, holding her against a hard body.Still lingering in the space between wakefulness and sleep, she snuggled into the embrace, holding on tightly to her recurring dream. It was lovely here. She felt cared for. Safe.These moments were the ones she held on to when she opened her eyes and found herself alone.Livia didn't need a man. She could protect herself. She'd survived this long on her own, only occasionally scratching the itch with one-night stands. She was a strong, independent, capable woman.That didn't mean it wasn't something she wanted. These men haunting her dreams hadn't just awoken the hunger in her for companionship and love, they'd intensified it a hundred fold.But, she was equally as wary of them, equally as h
When Rhye returned to her side, he swiftly took the spot beside her and pressed a cold cup of water into her hands. "Here… take this, drink," he ordered softly. "It will help revive your strength." Livia nodded and did as she was told. The cool water trickling down her throat was heaven, and she took a moment to gather herself before turning to thank him for the thoughtful gesture. The phrases died on her tongue from the natural curiosity she saw echoed in his blue-green stare. This close to him, she could see the golden flecks within, and the almost golden starburst ringing his pupils. The color was so unique that she caught herself staring, drowning in the vigor of his trustworthy attention. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning her head back against the mirrored wall so she didn’t lean forward to kiss him. Rhye lifted his hand and cupped her face in one calloused palm. The pad of his thumb stroked along her jawline. "Are you feeling better?" "I think so." She nodded barely, and
Rhye had been looking for the witch for days. He had her right under his nose and let her slip through his fingers. That won’t be happening again. His gaze roamed down her body, and he grunted. Taking his suit jacket off, he draped it over her shoulders and buttoned it up. He brushed her soft cheeks with the back of my hand. "I burned the sounds of your screams of pleasure like a brand in my memory. Rhye shrugged, pretending it was her decision while knowing full well he'd have to kill every fae who dared to attack her again, but her... He might as well throw her over his shoulder and bind her up if she complained. And right now, he couldn't let her go. She needed to stay with him and he might be as selfish as Dimitri, but he would risk his life again. He would do everything to let her stay. They didn’t know she would be ambushed by some low-life fae. Had he known, he wouldn’t have let her walk out then. Fuck, he probably wouldn’t have fucked her. He would have taken her that night
With a resigned sigh, he flipped the lights off, casting them in darkness as she opened the door. The light breeze filtered past them, and she instantly missed the strength of Rhye’s scent as they stepped into the cool night.The encroaching autumn air stole some of her warmth until Rhye brushed against her as he exited the gym, standing close, guarding her while she was locked up.Like a true gentleman, he walked her to her car, the soft thud of their footsteps the only sound between them. Every step felt like a decision she had to consciously make over and over again, one that would take her away from Rhye.Livia knew what she had to do, and knew she was making the right choice, but it didn’t make it any easier. As much as she needed the downtime to process everything on her own, she hated to leave him.How is it possible to care so much so quickly?She didn’t know, and a part of her didn’t want to question it.The fact was, she did care about Rhye, about Joseph, and, hell, even abo
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