“We should get out of here before what’s left of the water gets cold, and you become uncomfortable,” he offers.I think he’s right, so I climb off of him. He insists on getting out first so that he can carry me. He doesn’t want me to fall in the mess on the floor.I can’t help but stare at his chise
*Lex* I am a fool. Everyone knows that. In fact, it’s quite the topic of discussion at court. It’s a joke, really. Kane is the serious, responsible brother, and then there’s Lex, the playful, irresponsible, woman—or is it man—chasing whore who will never be able to accomplish anything of significa
When I laugh this time, it almost sounds natural because what he’s said is almost funny. “Oh, King Peter, I’m so afraid to be the one to tell you that your sweet daughter is not at all who you think she is.” His eyes narrow even further until he’s staring at me through little more than slits. “You’
*Kane* Vampires don’t get fatigued. At least, we don’t usually get fatigued. Not from simple tasks like the one I am doing now, but as I lean over the desk and stare at the map in front of me, my eyes start to blur out of focus, and everything begins to fade slightly. I’ve been looking at this fuc
He purses his lips together and continues to let his eyes bulge from his head. “Well, I never!” he finally says. “First of all, I don’t believe that Scarlett Thunder has actually declared war, have they? And have we?” I don’t even bother to answer the question as he already knows the answer. He al
*Emory*A walk in the garden was meant to lift my spirits, but when I return to my room a few hours later, I find that it has done very little. As I come back to my room, I am reminded that at least I no longer have to fear having my throat ripped out while I’m out and about. That is something to be
The Alpha King is a work of art. I wish he would’ve removed his shirt so I can more clearly see his rippling chest muscles, but even with his shirt on, I can see his abs and biceps working as he continues to thrust into me. His eyes are closed, and his perfect lips are held in an ecstatic pose.I bi
*Kane* Whether or not my brother is lying remains to be seen. Our forces drove out from the castle in large transport vehicles that were designed to get us closer to the launching off point, but then, we would travel by foot through the thick forest, moving in on the enemy, using our speed, dexteri
Fractured memories of the night I nearly drank myself to death careen to the forefront of my mind. There was a woman. I don’t remember her face or her name. I was so far gone with drink and self-loathing that I gave in to whatever kind of attention and stimulations she had to offer. It was consensua
ColeThe letter came in the dead of night, rain-soaked and smeared, but I’d know her handwriting anywhere, in any condition. She’d written that she needed to see me, urgently, that it couldn’t wait, and she couldn’t explain why, not in a letter, not at the risk of what she needed to tell me going pu
EmeldaIt’s a quiet night. A long, silent walk from the castle. I needed this quiet, this stillness in the late summer air. Ravenfell comes into view beyond the trees, twinkling in the darkness. I smile, shaking my head as I look down at my shoes. I can still feel the weight of the twins in my arms
MichaelI haven’t been to Scarlet Thunder in… years. I didn’t realize how long it’s been until I pulled up to the back of the castle, somewhat startled by how small it looks compared to my memories from my childhood. Not that it's a small castle, but I'm much bigger now. I step out of my car, my fac
Faye“Oh, Faye, this is beautiful,” Emory says as she walks around the wide room on the second floor of the newly constructed manor. She runs her fingers over the pale blue and pink floral wallpaper and white trim, her jade eyes sparkling as she takes in the lace curtains and soft cream carpet. “I l
EmeldaIn the week since the twins were born, I’ve been busy with the final touches on my cottage. I spent days this past spring digging in the front garden, planting herbs and vegetables, and fixing the front path. I hired a group of shifters to replace the roof and update the inside, installing ne
Emelda“Thank you,” I say, hurrying at a near run as a maid takes my cloak. The castle is buzzing with nervous energy but remains quiet with even the maids tiptoeing around, trying not to make a sound. I’d remained in Ravenfell for the birth. I spent all night and most of this morning at Alma’s hou
FayeSomething’s wrong. Something has to be wrong. “You’re doing great. Keep pushing, Faye. You’ve got this,” Alma says, her face glistening with sweat and determination while I roar in pain. Michael clutches my hand, his other hand bracing my inner thigh as I bear down with all the strength I hav
Michael“It could be hours–or a day,” Alma says quietly as she arranges her tonics on a table just outside the bedroom where Faye’s finally getting some rest. “It’s been hours already,” I tell her, motioning toward the window in my suite in the castle where moonlight drifts through the panes, casti