LOGINAviva
Warmth. I feel warm to the bone and heavy as I roll to the side and snuggle deeper against the body beside me. My hands drift up his stomach to his chest, tracing taut muscles until I reach the half moon shaped scar on his shoulder. He stirs, rolling over and running his calloused hand over the slope of my naked hip, over my thigh.
When he kisses me, it’s unhurried, his tongue sweeping over mine and exploring any place he hasn’t yet discover
ZaynI was twenty when my father found me on the beach, sopping wet and covered in sand. It was a strange day, to put it lightly. The weather was terrible, roiling and violent, though I suppose I was used to that. I couldn’t remember how I ended up there. I have hazy memories of him kneeling in front of me, clutching my face between his hands and shouting my name over, and over. But that was the moment. The night the stars aligned, deciding my destiny. The night everything about my upbringing ceased to matter. Father’s tenure in Meridem was supposed to be life-long. That was the rule for governors–one step below the Principate in hierarchy of wizardry. He was supposed to keep Meridem and the shifters who called it home in check, to ensure the laws of the wizards were followed, and beat into submission anyone who disagreed. Meridem was a gift, so to speak, when he became an adult. The Alexandrite mines in Meridem were the main source of the precious stone that allowed lower wizards a
ZaynIt’s well past 9:00 in the evening when Tali and I walk up the steps to his home. The first thing I see with full clarity after a hell of a long day, mostly in my wolf form, is Fallon resting in an oversized armchair with Koa draped over her lap. He’s fast asleep. Andy hangs off one shoulder, his dark eyes bright and honed on the picture book she’s reading. Gracen is perched on her other side, resting his elbow on her shoulder, his cheek squished against the top of Fallon’s head. She yawns, which makes the little boys yawn, and turns the page. “Hey now,” Tali whispers, which startles both boys. “How’d you weasel your way into staying up an hour past your bedtime?”Andy fidgets, but I expect as such from him. Little wizard boys are essentially whipped into submission from birth if they’re unlucky enough to be separated from good fathers, like he was. He slides off the armchair, but Gracen hesitates, narrowing his eyes at his father, battling some internal shifter rage at the ide
FallonZayn is doing his best to ignore me. Either that, or I hit a nerve by telling him I’m actually enjoying my, well, kidnapping and confinement in KiloKilo. He didn’t take that sentiment pleasantly, which immediately brought me back in time to when I made this decision in the first place. I promised him I wouldn’t leave. I did. I mean, I did change my mind at the very last second, so it wasn’t entirely my fault, but it’s clear his trust in me and my judgment is minimal, but if we’re going to play house, he must trust me. Which is why I plan to be the best behaved I’ve ever been. Today. Right now, at this very moment! It should be easy. I’ve been one of the only women in a room of men on countless occasions. Men who used to sneer and turn their cheek at my mother, who now bow and crawl before her. Men are easy to please in regard to diplomacy. Throw them a bone, and eventually, they’ll throw you a whole animal carcass, or whatever the hell Grandma Ella said. I can shut up. I ca
FallonCathy turns me by the shoulders to inspect the roughly cut silhouette hanging from my body. Pins pinch precariously close to my skin, but I’m not a novice by any means. I’ve been to thousands of dress fittings over the course of my mostly dreadfully boring twenty-three years in the Goddess’ kingdom, and this one doesn’t even come close to the more painful experiences I’ve had. “Is this really the type of shape you like?” Cathy frowns, pinching the fabric toward the curve of my hips. I swat her hands away, tilting my chin toward the ceiling in defiance. “I know what I like.”“Obviously,” she murmurs, sucking the word in on a breath. “Well, it wouldn’t be what I’d choose.”I bite my tongue to stop myself from tossing the fact that she’s shaped like an effigy of a goddess while I’m reminiscent of a twelve-year-old boy out into the universe. “I like to be able to move and breathe.”“It’s rather dated.”I huff with frustration, blinking up at the ceiling. “It’s a vintage cut. Ther
ZaynJason, barefoot with his cotton trousers rolled up past his ankles and the top buttons of his shirt undone, moves into the shade of a large palm tree and sinks onto the grass where Tali and I are already situated. He passes a bottle of beer to me and then hands one to Tali. Undone is a good way to describe Jason right now–in more ways than one. Tali’s golden eyes hold mine for a few seconds before he leans forward and nudges Jason on the knee. Jason, unaccustomed to not only being touched, but conversing openly in general, flinches away. He casts Tali an apologetic glance and drinks deeply from his beer. Meanwhile, I’m watching the scene on the beach just outside my house–my castle. Fallon stands beside Cathy, the two of them deep in conversation, while the three boys–Andy, Gracen, and Koa–dart in and out of the surf. Fallon has already been in and out of the water several times testing the swimsuit Cathy was able to conjure, along with an array of other clothing items that w
FallonWhile the tunic and what I believe might be considered capris on a taller person fit well and look somewhat decent, I can’t escape the heinous sandals that followed me from the inn in… Toppifaire? Yes, that was the name of the portside village. I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror in Zayn’s–our–dressing room, which is empty. Totally, completely empty, like whatever life he lived here before was completely cleared out during the six years he was masquerading as a knight in the Allied Kingdoms. I’m too hungry to fret over my tangled hair and my overall appearance. Normally, I’d have my hair brushed, styled, and out of my face entirely when leaving. An intricate skincare routine and a few swipes of makeup would follow before I donned whichever gown tickled my fancy. I frown at myself, shake my head, and surrender to island living–which is very laid back, at least so far. My ugly sandals clack loudly, echoing off the walls, while I follow Zayn, who’s dressed very w
*Ella*Ryatt goes totally still. “I’ve never–I’ve never done this–” He pulls away, and I feel like someone has just dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I snap my legs shut, a furious blush crashing over my skin like a tidal wave. Even my hair stands on end as a deep, cutting embarrassment shre
EllaSunlight filters through a large window and plays over a cozy bistro table stacked high with food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, bagels, bowls of tropical fruit, and pitchers of juice. I smear butter and jam on my third piece of toast and bite into it, trying not to groan. How long has it been since I’
*Ella*“What the hell is that?” Amanda says, her eyes on the sky above our heads as we make our way back to the castle. This is our normal routine during the day now. Westfall’s training sessions are incredibly light in the mornings now that it's been confirmed that I am, in fact, pregnant. I’m still
*Ella*Ryatt’s tongue drags over my core. He trembles with a low, satisfied growl that fills the room and blurs my senses. He grips my thighs–hard. Hard enough that I’d thrust back to reality and there’s nothing but the feel of his mouth on my skin and his tongue slowly, so achingly slowly, sliding u







