Lord Draven didn't protest as he cradled his wounded arm. “Whatever. I have my arm to tend to anyway.” He hissed.Without further ado, he sprinted off, leaving Gonzalo alone with River. They must follow instantly! River’s heart pounded. Lord Draven didn't wait for them because he was mad at Gonzalo.As if he could read River’s mind, “I'm transforming now, so climb on.” Gonzalo instructed her, his human form already morphing away at the edges. "Hold tight!"River nodded and waited for him to fully contort and transform. When he was done, he howled at her and she launched herself onto his broad back as his powerful legs pumped, transforming him back into a magnificent silver wolf in a flurry of fur and snapping bone. The wind whipped through River's hair as they chased after Lord Draven, the ground becoming a blur beneath them. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination fueling her spirit. Finally, the vampire came to a halt before a towering structure. It was an ancient t
The witches whirled around, their red robes swirling like a malevolent flower. Their faces were a mix of ages and ethnicities. And all of it? They were contorted into one of surprise and rage. The chanting sputtered to a halt, replaced by a clamor of gasps and muttered curses. Annemarie who was caught mid-incantation, shrieked as the power in her voice faltered. The ceremonial knife wobbled in her hand, the tip dipping precariously close to Rain's pale skin. River's scream echoed through the large chamber, bouncing off the ancient stones and amplifying her fury. Her eyes which were usually a warm emerald, now glowed with a startling silver light. It was a reflection of her awakened power… of her true nature.The vial in her hand slipped and was forgotten to the dusty floor, the ethereal glow fading as more potent magic thrummed beneath her skin. Fury surged through River, shortly eclipsing the fear that had gripped her. Her daughter’s life was on the line. These people had hurt he
His inhuman roar died in his throat and was replaced by a hiss of dissolving flesh. As his body started to crumble there was a smile on his face and his eyes were interlocked with that of River’s. He slowly turned to ash that swirled in the air like a ghostly snowstorm. His screams, if there were any, were lost in the noise of the battle. This was the first time River would see him smile genuinely. It was a smile that reached his eyes. Turned out Lord Draven could only find peace in death. Tears welled up in River's eyes. Grief and rage churned in her gut. Lord Draven, who had come to help them, was gone, reduced to ashes by a child. Who knew a little child like Leo could be the end of a man as great as Lord Draven? It was a lot to take in. River’s mouth was agape and eyes widened in horrification. She could literally hear her heart beating fast in her ears, and the noises of the battle faded into the distance. Right here and now, she had seen Tara killed by Lord Draven, and th
With a final surge of will, River pictured the typical warmth of the restaurant kitchen – the worn wooden floor, the scent of frying onions and projected her telepathic ability there. She could remember Tara’s words back in the woods with the rogues; find an emotion within you to connect to and bend it to your will. The mere recollecting Tara’s voice or picturing the restaurant that now held memories that would be nothing but bad was enough to channel emotions within her. She would rather go somewhere else, but there was nowhere else to go but the restaurant. Hence, she set her sentimentality aside and decided to focus on the telepathic spell. The air then began to shimmer, distorting the image of the chamber before them. Then, with a pop and a rush of dizziness, the world disbanded around them. They landed with a thud on the cool tile floor of the living quarters inside the restaurant. Disoriented and gasping for breath, River slumped against the wall with Rain cradled protective
Warning: Mature Content Ahead.River wasn't expecting tears to well up in her eyes again but it seemed she had no control over that while thinking about the casualties of the battle they had just won.Thinking about the betrayal of Annemarie and her family alone was enough reason, "But at what cost, Gonzalo? Lord Draven's life?" The memory of his final peaceful smile was a constant ache in her heart. He seemed so ready to go. He seemed very content to go. Even in his death, that vampire remained a mystery. One she would never be able to uncover… it seemed.Gonzalo silenced her with a gentle kiss. "Don't blame yourself, River," he murmured against her lips. "He knew what he was doing. He sacrificed himself for Rain because he loved her. And any of us would have done the same."Gonzalo was correct but that didn't mean she would not live in regret every time she was reminded of Lord Draven… his touch, his dark side – everything. A fresh wave of tears streamed down River's face.
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!When he was done licking her, Gonzalo moved and stood up, not breaking his gaze from her. “Am I imagining this?” He asked more to himself than her.River tilted her hand, feeling oddly comfortable on the sink. “Why don't you come find out?” She further spread her legs wider, urging him forward.And so, he took a step closer to her, feeling so close, she thought there was a magnetic force between them. Her fingertips found his chest again, and she lightly raked her nails down to his stomach. His abs twitched at her touch, making her smile.Ticklish. Nice.She wanted to be behind him now, to see the muscles in his strong back tighten, to see the column of his neck in stark relief in the dim light.Damn.Wary, he turned to look at her over his shoulder. She spread her fingers over a big shoulder blade to reassure him, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse.“Is this a little weird?” Her voice was almost a whisper.“A little,” he answered. His mouth
He grabbed my hips and thrusts hard. Again. And again. Until the sound of his fucking her from behind is steady like a drum beat, like a heartbeat. He was so strong, River wondered how she was able to handle such weight inside of her. She arched her back and rest her forehead against the mattress, listening to the creaking of the sink, feeling her body melting again into his. With a groan, he leaned back and changed his angle. He reached around her hip and slided his hand between her body and the wall. With the pad of his finger, he stroked her clit in time with his deep, rhythmic thrusts. “Oh, God,” She whispered. “Gonzalo… I'm going… going to come.” She managed to choke out, the veins on her forehead all out and throbbing. And suddenly she was coming again, screaming into the toilet, her body fucked so completely that arousal was running hot and wet down the insides of her thighs. Gonzalo was overjoyful himself as he spanked her ass again so hard that she flinched and clench ar
“River," he began, “I… I was wrong. So wrong. And I have something to ask you, something that pales in comparison to the apology you deserve." He reached into his pocket, his brow furrowing in frustration. "Damn it, I should have come prepared."River couldn't help a playful smile at his childish nervousness. "What is it, Gonzalo? You're acting like a lovesick teenager who forgot his corsage for the prom."A smile touched his own lips. "This is far more important than a prom date, River. I want…" He paused, dropping to one knee and ephipahny hit River. Her mouth parted as she pictured the possibility of what he was about to do. She had no idea why she began to hear her heartbeat in her ears. He was going to…"River Sassalos," he declared, his voice ringing with sincerity, "you are the strongest, bravest woman I know. You are the true leader your pack needs. Will you do me the immense honor of becoming my mate, my Luna, and wife by my side?"She knew it! She was not prepare