The time to meet with Ghost has come. Ari goes to the restroom to deal with her nervous bladder from drinking. I chuckle at her as she dances in the line, irritated that it’s not moving fast enough. I debate about fucking with her and telling her I’ll just put the shadows around her so she can pee in a cup. Somehow, I don’t think she will go for me fucking with her right now. Besides, I don't want to piss her off right before a mission. I know for a fact that if I were to mess with her like that, her rebellious side would come out. While I like poking that side, right now is not that moment.
After Ari is done with the restroom, we head to the loft. I give the bouncer guarding the stairs my name. He nods his head at us after checking his list. We head up the black stairs to the loft. There is a bar along the back wall. Sharp black leather chairs and couches are spread around wi
“No, they never play nice, but it’s been worse lately. They demand that supernaturals be segregated because we are too dangerous to live among them anymore. Well, I’m happy to teach them exactly how dangerous we can be. How’s your drink treating you, sweetheart?”“Good, it tastes like strawberries and the sunset.” She giggles at herself. Well, at least she can act high or act like the drugs and alcohol affect her.“Good, sweetheart, I’ll keep them coming all night. You let me know if you want more Sparkle.” Ghost winks at Ari, and she smiles at him. Ghost definitely wants her intoxicated. “Soon, you should be able to enjoy the show.” Ghost comments.Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ar
Zane kisses me deeply as his tongue invades my mouth and entwines with mine. I melt at his touch and kisses. I can’t help it. The man knows how to get me a needy mess for him without trying. While my mind wants to fight this moment and get answers now, my heart and body are telling my mind to fuck off because I know Zane is about to fuck me like he owns my ass, and he does. I’ve been waiting all night for this knowing my alpha male would feel the need to remind me that he owns me. It makes for good sex, and right now, I’ll take good sex over my messy emotions. I want to forget the fucking world right now.“I didn’t like you touching Ghost.” He growls lowly as he breaks our kiss. He grabs a fist full of my hair to pull my head back, exposing my neck.“I didn’t like touching him. I feel dirty because of
The satisfying soreness between my legs reminds me of the great ending to our night. I know tomorrow will bring some things that might be hard to process. I’m ready for them, but right now, I want to bask in a great first mission we had. I have to admit Zane did not disappoint, and watching him in action was badass and slightly terrifying. The aura that comes from him is strong, but if there is even a sliver of truth to Ghost's statement, then Zane’s aura makes sense. I honestly don’t know the full details of Zane’s powers and abilities. I just know he’s slightly different from everyone else in his coven. All I know is that I’m glad I’m someone Zane loves because I would not want to be his enemy.When Zane was threatening Ghost, I saw darkness in him. Not an evil darkness, but a darkness that was like nothing I had ever seen on someone. It scared me, and yet
Waking the following morning, I find the bed empty. I roll out of bed and still enjoy the slight ache between my legs. Damn, I love it when he fucks me rough like that. I like some gentle, sweet, and romantic, but fuck do I like it rough and dirty. Searching the small cabin, I don’t see Zane. My guess is he is either off on coven business or getting something. Shrugging my shoulders, I decide to shower. I’m okay with him not being around at the moment. I want some time to process the whirlwind of emotions that are swirling around inside of me.The warm water washes away the grime from the mission. I clean my face and body before I scrub the hair products out of my hair. I let the warm water soothe me as I try to slowly process last night. My showdown with Sage didn’t go great, although telling her off and calling her out on her bullshit did feel pretty damn good. Still, it hurt to know I
That’s a lot to digest. I’m immortal, but that doesn't mean I’m invincible. I'm still not sure how I feel about living forever or for a long time. I guess it can’t be too horrible. I’ll get to see my kids and grandkids grow up, maybe even my great-grandkids if we want. Then there’s Zane being able to let me talk to my dead parents. Yeah, that’s not something I’m ready for, but maybe one day it would be nice. I never thought much about closure with them, thinking it would never be a thing with them being dead. I just accepted that sometimes we don't get the proper closure we need.The heir thing doesn’t bother me. I do want kids at some point. I like the idea of being a mom, and Zane would be a good dad. He would be protective, maybe overprotective. Still, the thought of Zane holding our baby, loving me while I’m pregnant, and us raising our
Waking, I find strong arms wrapped around me. My back is to Zane’s Chest. I wonder if he is cold because he’s the son of Death or because he died? He’s not ice cold but cool. I like it as I’m generally on the warmer side. I’ll want his cold body against mine when I’m pregnant. I can only imagine the hot flashes I will have to endure. Why is pregnancy on my mind so much lately? How did I go from barely thinking about it to it constantly popping in my head?“Pet, I can feel your mind swarming. It’s far too early for that.” Zane groans, annoyed that I woke him from his precious sleep.“Hey, don’t whine at me about it being too early. You are the one who kept us up late after the movie with two rounds of sex with lots of foreplay in between.” I say, smacking his arms so I can get up
Mags moves stuff off a round wooden table tossing the things on the table into the clutter of the rest of the house. Zane sighs, annoyed, and I see Zane roll his eyes for the first time ever. Oh, the next time he tells me not to roll my eyes, I will remind him of this moment. Zane glares at me, meaning he read my mind and didn’t like my smartass comment. Zane waves his hands, causing the shadows to clean the table off, and sets three matching wooden chairs around the table that I didn’t even know were there. In fairness, they probably were there, but the clutter hid them. Zane sits in one of the chairs. Mags raises an eyebrow at him.“What? If we waited for you, it would be a century before you were done.” Zane comments, crossing his arms across his chest as he leans back into the chair. Zane pissy is definitely not fun. I thought I had bad moods, but no, Zane wins this one.&n
My mind is blank at first. Then I come to a scene of a little blonde girl in a simple cream colored dress. She must be about ten or so. This must be Sasha. It’s strange to be in someone else’s memories as an observer. It’s like watching a movie while watching it be filmed. It’s strange, and I’m not sure I can compare it to anything else. It must be even weirder for Ari. I watch little Sasha go to an altar in her village, where she places offerings to the Five. She prays to them, asking for her village to be protected, for her family to be healthy, and for the happiness of her village. It’s pure, sweet, and innocent. The scene shifts to an older Sasha who is in a clearing. To the right is her village. To the left, it’s a crazy wild forest with dangerous looking mountains. Sasha places white candles in a circle in the center of the clearing. She pra