When he began to caress and touch her again, she couldn't suppress the shimmering waves of pleasure that swept through her. Her fingers sank into his shoulders and became entangled in his thick hair. She was then beyond herself. She was muttering nonsense. Rhye sensed the strength of her climax and kissed her, drowning her ecstasy cries with his mouth. He raised his head, and she screamed. "Lily," he said quietly. "I simply cannot wait any longer. I need you now." He thrust his finger deep into her, easing her for his entrance. She was heavenly warm, so very tight, perfect for him, made for him alone. He felt her muscles convulse, and he fought for control as he reared over her. He felt her tense at his probing finger. She moaned. "Oh, God, don't take your time." He smiled and kissed her. Rhye’s finger butted against her clit, slowly doing some motion that made Lily go crazy. "Oh, yes, more, Rhye!" He loved her moan, he loved his name on her lips while she was drowning with pleasu
The sun was painting the frontier with its last painful brightness when Lily battled to jerk the agonizing cobwebs out of her head. Freaking hell. She felt as if she’d been hit by a concrete bus. At last, ignoring the bursts of agony in the back of her head, she forced open her reluctant eyes. Well, sh*t. She should have kept them closed. "She surveyed her surroundings. She was not in the tent anymore. No one in sight. "Oh my God." She panicked. Where the hell was Rhye? Not that pretending this was all a disastrous nightmare would change the fact that she was presently tied to a tree with chains that held enough tightness to sap her strength and leave raw burns on her skin. Or that she’d been moved from the camp tent to one of the small islands covered in trees and underbrush that dotted the middle of the stream. Bloody hell! Still fuzzy, Lily gawked as Rhye stepped out of the canvas tent stuck in the centre of the small clearing. She swallowed her instinctive growl. "Rhye? What
Lily turned her mind away from the puzzle. She might never discover how Livia had gotten her filthy hands on her, and for the moment, it didn’t really matter. All she truly cared about was finding some means of getting free so she could get to her and beat the shit out of the witch. She doesn't care if the bitch was powerful. No! She would send her straight to hell. Thinking about the witch, something inside her awakened, something powerful and dark, asking her to let the darkness in so it could help her out of this mountain as she swallowed down her frustration. "Rhye, if you don't believe me and that I'm so full of shit, then why have you not killed me yet?" she snapped. She appreciated how frustrated he was in finding Lily, but knowing that he had hurt the same person made her want to slap the hell out of him so hard that it hurt so he could recognize her. His expression tightened with annoyance as irritation pricked him at her stupid questions. "I didn’t intend to make you aliv
"I don’t have time for this crap," she hissed. "Release me or I swear to God, Rhye, the witch will be the least of your concern, I'm going to cut your penis."He paled at the stark threat in her voice but stubbornly held his ground."I need your word, witch! Your word that you’ll help me find Lily before I release you.""And just how the hell am I supposed to give you my word? I'm not a bloody witch. I can't do a thing aside from annoying you to death," Lily narrowed her gaze. ""Do you think I didn't notice?""Notice what?""You are healing so fast for an ordinary witch without even casting a spell. You are without a doubt, Livia."She furrowed her brow as if he was crazy, "What the hell are you trying to say?"He scoffed, "For starters, I've punched you many times, even bit you harder in the neck and the shoulder many times, slapped you but looked at you? You seem fine… no scar whatsoever."What the hell? "You punch me?... A woman?""Whore! You are nothing but a monster! You are th
Shocked by the sudden movement of Alpha Rhye as someone shot and accidentally or deliberately untied the rope that bound her to the tree. Not to mention the six-foot-plus man that had just landed on top of her, Lily struggled to clear the fog from her mind. What the hell just happened? One minute she was laughing the next, her ears were ringing? She knew enough to realize that someone had shot the tree. And that Rhye had quite likely saved her from a nasty injury. What she didn’t know was why. It couldn’t have been the gay demon after her. Lily thought as if some unknown distant knowledge that wasn't hers, made her aware of something she didn't have any idea of. "What the heck." She grumbled. The few times the gay demon had tried to use a gun, he hadn’t been able to hit the broadside of a barn. Besides, if he’d come gunning for her, he would have brought a rocket launcher. The son of a bitch knew he had one chance, and one chance only, to kill her before she ripped out his throat
"Oh…" Lily's eyes fluttered shut as she felt him suck deeply into her blood, every pull fastening the spiraling heaven that was boarded in the pit of her stomach. "Oh goodness me…" Her whole body shivered with the same warmth that had set her on fire when he’d kissed her blazing through her body. Only this time it was more powerful, more ambitious, more…explosive. Her free hand landed flat on the dirt as her body bent forward, nearly toppling her onto Rhye’s prone feature. She was drowning, lost in the dark, intoxicating longing. God, she missed him. In a foreign corner of her mind, she heard Rhye’s low groan of contentment, or possibly it was a pleasure. At the moment, she didn’t care which it was. She was too caught in the sweet building tension that gripped her with breathtaking force. She was sensing their blood bond again. He sucked, again and again, forcing the pleasure to be virtually painless. Hell. She couldn’t stand it anymore. There had to be something... something… And
Lily rested against the concrete front of a nearby thrift store, too exhausted to be upset over Rhye's inexplicable absence, or even about being passed off as a used automobile. She would get rid of her bothersome bodyguards once she got the chance to gather her might. Until then... She'd been through worse. Worse in a spectacular way. Her heavy eyelashes drooped as she rested against the wall, trusting her acute sense of scent to alert her of any impending danger. Another five minutes went by, then another five. Stephen, who plainly had the attention span of an ant, couldn't take the silence any longer. "Um- you don't mind me asking, yeah? …you’re Lily’s sister," he murmured. "The resemblance is remarkable, but why do you smell like rotten meat? I don't mean anything but you don't know what deodorant is? You could buy some, you know." "Lily's eyes widened and she smelt her armpits… "Did I really smell that bad? I can't seem to smell myself." "Just kidding… you smell like a dead r
"So where is this cavern?" Lily asked. "Follow the demon and you shall know." The frosty blue gaze swept over her face. "Fine, anyway, did Elfy have a lot of contact with the ferals or my coven during my well, um-unconsciousness?" "On occasion, maybe," Rhye frowned. "No more than any other of the lowlife demons we encountered during our travels." "Travels?" "Yes." "So why did you not kill me if you thought I was truly Livia?" She inquired again with obvious mockery that made Rhye think about how the witch had changed in ten years. Before Livia was naive, didn't even know smile, and was dumb, but now, she appears to be a different person. He shook his head, it was absurd. No way in hell this was his Lily. He should have known it. "You are linked to her, and the only one who knew where she was... so no, I'm not going to kill you just yet." "What made you think I wouldn't escape?" "Witch, do you think I'm that foolish? You can't escape from me because I have your amulet. You wil