RussiaThe elegant bedroom in a luxurious hotel was a decadent feast for the senses. The dark and yellow-veined marble walls reflected the glow of the priceless antique chandelier; the lacquered furniture was designed to accommodate the most adventurous sexual fantasies; even the high ceiling was painted with naughty naked women.Lying in the middle of the grand-sized bed drenched in luxurious satin and black velvet, Joseph Gosling was jerked from his fleeting pleasure by the persistent buzz of his private cell phone.His hand reached for the phone even as the young man straddled his naked body prepared to impale himself on his stiff erection."Don’t answer it," the beautiful human with short brown hair and pale brown eyes moaned, his lips trailing over his chest. "Please, my love.""Get off, human," he growled, his blue eyes glowing as the wolf inside him stirred with anger."Call them back later.""Get the hell off."With a sweep of his arm, Joseph knocked the man aside, rising from
One moment she was standing near the entrance of the cave, and the next she was flying through the air to tackle the six-foot-four, gigantic, growling werewolf. When they tumbled to the hard ground, Lily wasn’t certain who was more astonished, her or Rhye. "Witch!" Rhye grumbled as he shifted back to his human form. "Mind your words next time or you are dead…" "Um-" shocked. She gawked at him, but not without widening her eyes at their position. She did know who recovered first. She’d barely managed a smirk at the realization she’d landed on top when Rhye shifted and gave a low growl, and with one smooth motion had rolled her beneath him, his body pinning her to the hard dirt. Lily felt her breath being squeezed from her lungs. Of course, who wouldn’t suffocate with a massive man squashing them? It didn’t have anything to do with the thick hair that had loosened from its braid to tumble about them like a curtain of gold satin. Or the scent of raw power flooding her senses. Nope. N
Fifty miles away from the cavern, the high cliff overlooking the south of Canvey Island, was perfectly suited to hide a pack of renegade demons. The abandoned wooden cottage was miles from its nearest neighbour, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Jasmine and her friends, feral werewolves and witches, to the remote peak. No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below. Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loves anything that screams of power and riches, and being an ordinary werewolf warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her sister, who loves to kiss the council’s ass from time to time. Jasmine was different. She had the ambition to rule the land, and if being a queen of demons was the way, who was she to pass up the opportunity? She w
"Get over yourself, dear," Francisco drawled. "You might be a demon’s wet dream, but you’re way out of your league when it comes to the new Luna of your ex-pack. I heard she was human. Every werewolf knows they accept nothing less than perfection, but Alpha Rhye mated her. Why is that?" Jasmine barely smiled. Her years as a whore had taught her that any man could be controlled. It was all a matter of uncovering the right buttons to push. "I could have the alpha on his knees if I wanted," she purred, "but men have more shortcomings beyond just an incapability to think of anything besides their cock." "And those would be?" "Overblown egos and a ravenous need to flex their testosterone." Jasmine wiggled her curls. "I set the trap, and he walks in. Bringing the sweet little luna with him." "You’re in over your head, my sweet." "Unlike you, my lord, I have a spine." "Until Rhye rips it out." Jasmine’s smile dwindled, a ferocious chill of unease inching down her still-attached spin
"Please, what little witch?" Rhye muttered. He was by far too shocked to know when he returned to the cave and the witch was sleeping and moaning like she was about to reach her peak.Lily groaned and opened her eyes, and all she ever wanted was to melt into the bed and be done with her life. Did he hear her moan and call his name? How could she dream of him like that? Jesus! ‘This is really embarrassing,’ she thought."I-I had a nightmare…" she grumbled under her breath and shook her head."Oh really?" He smirked. His slender, bronzed fingers reached out to curl around her hand. His skin was cool, but it managed to send a sharp flare of heat racing straight to the pit of her stomach. ‘Damn it! 'Get a grip, Lily.’ "If it is such a special nightmare, I assume?"She nodded her head and knitted her forehead with his obvious mocking statement."Then why does it make you moan and utter my name like I’m about to give you the most amazing climax?" Rhye murmured softly.She choked and widen
Rhye pulled back to study her with azure blue-green eyes. "Which do you want to be, little one? Tell me."Oh hell!She licked her lips as his hand moved toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "I think I'm a h-hostage, a willing hostage of some kind. One you intend to hand over to my coven in exchange for your mate?" She asked."Nothing has been decided yet.""Are you sure?" Hell if she didn't moan when he passionately kissed her "I wish to tell you more, little one, but my lips are sealed, I can't do anything about it yet. I can't decide our fate. Enemies are everywhere. I don't know whom to trust."What on earth does he mean by those words?Then a sudden magical push on her brain made her forget about his words and she just sighed with relief. She frowned. "Well, that's reassuring.""Would you prefer that I lie to you, witch?""No!" In the end, Lily didn't know how she would have reacted to the blunt query but it didn't matter.Lowering his head, Rhye caught her lips again in
The land south and west of the mountains flattened from high ridges to rolling meadows and heavily wooded acres. Squatting down to study the narrow mud route, Rhye could hear the rustle of squirrels and rabbits, as well as wild wolves. Precisely the vicious game that would persuade a bunch of thirsty feral werewolves or the demons. Too bad there wasn’t an indication of a demon in the air. Not a whiff, not a trace, not even a stray hair.There was a rustle beside him, and the fragrance of vanilla taunted his senses.The Witch Livia.His jaw clenched as his body bitterly acknowledged her nearness.For Christ's sake, he thought his days of trouble were behind him. He’d murdered his adversaries and receded to the barricaded protection of his mansion ten years ago. His life was deemed to be one of harmony and peace.There was nothing quite in the way his body scorched for the woman who couldn’t agree on if she wanted to rip off his clothes or jab a stake in his heart. Or in the reasoning,
She sucked in a deep breath. "Is Elfy still in there?" "Impossible to say," he growled. "Let’s go." Rhye bit back his natural revolt. "This way." Without speaking, they arrived in the big lumber yard, their strides hardly swirling a leaf as they strode in silence. To some extent, Rhye could hear the rustle of night creatures and the babble of a shallow river, but there was no sense of mortal or demon in the shadows. Following the intoxicating aroma of blood, Rhye turned to the left. There was nothing but trees for several feet, then without warning, they ended, uncovering a large route that had been etched through the very heart of the forests.
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