Rhye approached her slowly, not wanting to upset her any further. With a curse, he crouched down, and carefully put his hand on the delicate arch of her spine. His fingers spanned wide, his senses open to the connection, Livia’s pain shot into him like an electrical current.
He felt the splintering agony of the migraine that gripped her, felt the hard thud of her heartbeat ringing in his ears as if it were his own. He tasted acid on his tongue, his teeth aching from the force with which she clenched her jaw to combat the torment that was riding her.
He heard the voices.
Nasty, corrosive, terrible voices that were traveling in the air around them, silent to all but the psychically sensitive witch crumpled before him on the floor.
Livia woke up slowly, feeling as though her consciousness had been transported somewhere far away and tranquil, only to be returned to her body like a feather carried gently on the breeze. Maybe it was a dream. A long, sweet dream... a peace she hadn’t known for months. She stretched a little on the futon, her bare legs rasping against the terry-cloth of her bathrobe and the soft crush of a blanket that covered her from chin to toe. She snuggled deeper into the pleasant warmth, sighing, and the sound of her own breath startled her. No noise. No blaring music or chattering television, even though she couldn’t sleep – could hardly function – without them. Livia’s eyes snapped open and she waited for the psychic assault to hit her. But there was only silence. Dear Lord. Seconds passed, then a full minute or more … and there was only blessed, wondrous silence. "Did you sleep well?" The deep male voice carried from across the studio apartment somewhere. She smelled toast browning, and t
Rhye moved over to the treadmill and calmly pulled out his phone from the long, black trench coat that was neatly slung over it. Livia now had the insane temptation to pick up the plate in front of her and hurl it at the icy warrior as he started dialing, simply to see what kind of reaction she would get.Livia came to the conclusion that she envied the alpha more than she disliked him as she listened to him call into his pack's compound in his deep, mysterious voice. How could Rhye maintain such a detached and icy demeanor? His gift wasn't all that different from hers. Livia had felt his pain last night through his touch, but Rhye hadn't been knocked out like she had been. How was it that he could endure the suffering? The pain and the voices?Maybe it was because of his alpha strength and being a pureblood werewolf that he was so impenetrable and distant. But that could have been training. If he had learned it, it could be taught if not."Rhye, show me how you do it," Livia said as
Leon led the way, bounding up the stairs like an overly excited puppy. In a move she probably should’ve seen coming, he tried to put her bags in his room. Alpha Rhye made a sound almost like a growl and gave him a look, then retrieved her bags and led her farther down the hall. "I just wanted her to feel safe, that's all!" Leon said with a frown. Livia hid a grin and shook her head. She had a feeling staying with these men would be a lot of things, but boring wouldn’t be one of them. It took two hours to unpack everything and get her belongings set up in the guestroom. Rhye showed her too, telling her it was hers for as long as she wanted it. That had surprised her, to put it mildly. She’d been operating under the assumption that she would be expected to leave as soon as she found a new place. That still might be true, if Leon had anything to say about it, but oddly enough, Mr. Dark and Brooding had clearly overheard the invitation and hadn’t disputed Rhye’s words. Leon had gone
Rhye lay awake for a long time, listening to the rhythmic sound of Livia’s breathing in the other room. He’d more than half-expected her to get up when she thought they were unaware, so he waited, but she never did.Instead, she cried, then fell asleep.Many thought Rhye to be a cold, uncaring son of a bitch. And they were right. The only people he gave a fuck about were his brother and friends. But the sound of the witch suppressed tears, and the image of her in that room, alone, tore at him. He knew somehow the woman was hurt, so badly hurt that it was rooted in her soul.Just as his resolve to ignore it, and the certainty that it was a ruse, began to fracture, just as he was on the verge of going to her, his brother yelled a good night’s wish and transformed her tears into laughter.She’d returned the sentiment, calling out to Viper, then Fear. When the soft melody of her voice filtered through the walls to extend a good night to him as well, surprise and a flicker of confusion had
The next day, Rhye ate up the sight of Livia with a long, lazy glance. He returned from the council mountain. She could practically feel the way his gaze traced down her neck and bare shoulder before skimming over the curve of her breasts down to the flare of her hips. It was another morning and here she was cooking heartily. His eyes glittered at the sight of her weapon before journeying down her shapely legs and back up again just as slow and purposeful.“I could get used to waking up to you in my kitchen every morning.” The grin on Rhye’s lips grew downright mischievous. “Even better, if it were in my bed,” he purred.She rolled her eyes. “How's your journey?”“Boring.”“Well, I'm not surprised, I hate mountains.” She replied with a sweet smile.Every molecule in her body tingled at the open hunger in his eyes. For a moment, she felt like prey beneath his stare. Except, she was fairly positive bunnies weren’t tempted to cuddle up with the tiger looking at them like they wanted to e
"Hey, Livia, good morning," Joseph grumbled, then turned to look at Rhye, "Morning, brother..." He smirked and winked at his twin, who appeared to be in a bad mood."Are you well now, brother?" Rhye muttered in a serious tone instead, his voice deep and rough, his gorgeous gaze eating Livia up like she was his breakfast instead of the spread he was placing on the table for them. It did funny things to her stomach, those butterflies working double time simply to keep up."I'm good now, thanks to Jasmine." Joseph answered with the same bored tone.To distract herself from doing something foolish—like throwing caution to the damn wind and kissing both of them, right here, right now—she spun on her heel and headed to the coffee pot, determined to keep her hands busy and off of the men behind her.Did these men realize she was attracted to both of them?Well, they were twins. They looked exactly the same, but Rhye had the character of a bad boy and Joseph was just, well, Joseph.The real q
"I need you to trust me." Joseph's words from last night resonated with him.Rhye trusted his brother with his life. But, he also felt responsible for both his pack’s safety.Rhye's mother had done terrible things to both of them, ruined each of their lives in ways Rhye could never fix. Throughout all the years they’d spent together, he’d been trying to make amends, providing for them and sheltering them from the worst of their mother until death took her. However, now all women are like her mother, the luna of his father’s pack, who did nothing but make their lives like hell. If Leon’s initial suspicions were correct about Livia, she was just the latest in a long line of deception and treachery from the Council. Maybe Dimitri or Almera were involved? But, what if he was wrong?Or what if he was right? That somehow, Livia was just a lost soul like him?The war within him waged on as he fought his growing attraction to the little witch. He needed to know her, needed to find out if he
Livia watched Joseph and Alpha Rhye leave without a single question. Rhye knew the need to know where they were going and what they were doing burned on the tip of her tongue. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she observed everything with rapt attention to detail. She’d seen their weapons, cash, and antiquities littering various surfaces.She’d asked as much from them yesterday, and it had taken a small piece of him to deny her the answers she was looking for.Rhye wanted to share his world with her. If she knew the truth, she’d understand the things they did, while not always wholesome acts, were for the greater good. In their own twisted way, they helped people and made it a mission of theirs to serve and protect just as much as, if not more than, any harm they caused.A ruler could ask for no more. He may be on the path to ruling the council, but he was not an ambitious werewolf. He never longs for a seat in the council. He had a pack to worry about. His pack had long-since fallen
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