Livia had a startling sense of déjà vu when she pulled into her driveway. Right away, her hackles rose, and the tiny, fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Someone had been there.
She couldn’t see anything amiss, had no proof, other than the tingling awareness and the intuition she trusted above all else. But, those were enough. They had never steered her wrong before, and she wasn’t about to start doubting herself now.
She unfurled her power and let it unfurl outward, sending tiny tendrils in every direction to search out the threat.
Nothing.
The only thing she sensed was the lingering feeling of something... bitter. She could almost taste it, almost smell it. It was acrid, like rotting lemons, and repulsive, akin to spoiled garbage with an undertone of wet dog.
The moon waned as the first rays of sunlight crept into the twilight sky, slowly and purposefully, like she crept her SUV up the d
Though Livia couldn't see the threat through the shadows, her intuition flared as the sinister sensation she’d been feeling increased tenfold. Realizing whoever was out there knew she’d spotted them, and enjoyed the hunt, she narrowed her gaze and aimed her gun low. As if the game had officially begun, the fucker took off through the trees, heading straight for her. She waited for a good shot, then fired twice. The low, masculine grunt of pain told her her aim was true, but it didn’t stop or even slow them down. Before she could fire again, the faint sound of a shot rang out, echoing through the trees a moment before she felt a sharp prick in her neck like she’d just been stung by the world’s biggest fucking wasp. Re-aiming before the pain had even fully registered, Livia pulled the trigger in quick succession. She got off two more shots on pure instinct before she removed a hand from the gun and reached for her neck. Her fingers grazed the feathered end of a dart. Oh, shit! A mot
A wave of dizziness had her swaying the moment she was upright and almost sent her falling back to the mattress. Livia sucked in a deep breath and shook her head, blinking hard until the blackness crowding in on the edges of her vision receded slightly. As quietly as possible, she crept to the open door and pressed her shoulder to the jam. A quick peek showed a wide, thankfully empty, hallway. Hearing what sounded like the faint clatter of pans coming from the right, she turned in that direction. As she slowly tiptoed along, she catalogued what she could of the place, looking for an escape, even as she got closer to the source of the noise. Beautiful hardwood floors polished to a high shine, ceilings at least fourteen feet high, and the glimpse she could see at the end of the hall of an open space told her she was likely in some kind of retrofitted warehouse loft. That meant she was probably in one of the many warehouse districts, which also meant, if she could get out of there, s
Coughing to try and cover her snicker, Livia murmured, “Don’t take it too hard. Assholes don't like anyone. Not even me.”Rhye dipped his chin in affirmation, like that made him feel better, punctuating a wink with a smirk. “See? Definitely not a pancake lover.”That surprised a chuckle out of her. Rhye grinned with her, looking delighted, his eyes sparkling.“I filled up his food and water dishes before we left.”“Thank you,” she murmured, then frowned at herself.No thanking your kidnapper. Jesus, I really am losing my mind.She still didn’t understand what the hell was going on here. Had he abducted her to… woo her? That didn’t actually seem that far-fetched for him. He hadn’t made any move to hurt her, and hadn’t threatened her in any way. Instead, he’d cooked her breakfast, fed her cat, and packed her an overnight bag like this was a sleepover.Cheerfully lying to herself that the feeling in her stomach was disconcertment, and most definitely not butterflies—because who the fuck
After a long moment, Livia let out a sigh. Rhye could hear the longing in her breath, could almost feel the weight of being alone pressing down on her shoulders. Her expression cleared faster than he expected.Rhye wanted to cheer but contained it, in case it startled Livia and she changed her mind about trusting him."I don’t know why." She turned back to the bookcase, staring blindly at the spines. "I don’t know why any of this is happening."That last was said softly to herself, but he heard."Any of this," he repeated, taking another step closer, but only one. She still felt like a wild animal, skittish and wary. "What else has been happening?"Livia glanced at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, then walked to the couch, curling herself into the corner, intentionally positioned so she could see the door.Looking at her made his chest hurt. She looked so fucking tiny there, so small and vulnerable he almost couldn’t st
With speed and precision of his own, Joseph reached up and slammed his hands together, snatching the knife out of thin air just as it sliced into his lower lip, damn near cutting it in half. The tang of blood burst over his tongue and immediately began to pour over his beard. His palms stung just slightly from the cuts now marring his skin, but the brief pain did nothing to stop the arch of a brow or the corner of his lip from tugging up in a crooked smile. “Well done, little witch,” Joseph praised. Rhye’s confused gaze shot to him upon hearing the endearment. Joseph ignored him, entirely focused on the shock filtering across Livia’s beautiful face at the realization of what she’d done. And who she’d done it to. “Oh my god, Joseph!” Livia gasped, her eyes widening now that she registered who had walked through the door. “I- I didn’t mean to do that.” “Of course you did,” Rhye replied happily, just as impressed as he was. His brother’s eyes glittered with amusement, taking in the b
Livia sighed as she returned to him, dropping her haul on the table with a crease between her furrowed brows."This was all I could find. I can’t believe you don’t have a first-aid kit," she scolded, waving toward the meager supplies she’d pulled together.Her concern for his brother warmed Rhye, even while his cock hardened further from the fresh wave of her scent that followed when she brushed closer.The reminder of how good she’d felt against him when they’d danced, of how incredibly sexy she’d sounded as he’d muffled her cries of ecstasy when she’d come for him, only increased the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.This isn’t the time to get turned on. He thought to himself.Too bad Rhye's better sense fled the room. He was pretty sure Joseph would tease him later. After all, the man had been raising his brows at them as if they were obscure paintings that needed to be understood by some talented artist. Because Livia was still here in their loft, it only meant one thing."Sor
Keeping Livia safe was Rhye’s number-one priority, and that included finding a way to convince his brother and Leon that the witch wasn’t a spy for the council or in any way working for Dimitri. Then, he needed to sway them to allow her to stay.The connection in Rhye’s chest pulsed, almost as if in solidarity with his plan. More and more, he was convinced she was his mate, though he reminded himself, uselessly, that he needed to proceed with caution. After all, this so-called covert mission meant that eventually, they needed to go back to the pack and resume their life. First, they needed more information about the demons and, above all, Francisco’s plan. His connection with the witches and faes.But Livia was more important to him, and it was simply one more reason to keep her close. He wanted time with her to figure it all out. Who she was, from what coven she came from.Speaking of..."Why are you here in our territory, Livia?" Rhye asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longe
Yet, Leon turned back to the door and frowned. Having heard enough, he released his power and entered the room, immediately zeroing in on the witch. He caught Alpha Rhye’s knowing look from the corner of his eye, telling him he’d known Leon was listening in, but that wasn’t what held his attention.Livia whipped around faster than he anticipated, a blade in one hand, her other pressed against Rhye’s chest as though to hold him back.Or protect him.Leon quickly dismissed the thought, forcefully reminding himself that the woman was a spy. He couldn’t trust her words or actions. Everything she said and did would be tailored to lure them in.Scanning the two of them, Leon cocked a brow. Despite the abundant seating options available to them, they were piled on the couch, seated as close to her as he suspected she would allow.Rhye was sitting sideways, watching her instead of the movie that had just ended. Something told him it wasn't a recent repositioning, that his guard had been like
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