“What are you doing?” Opal shrieks. “No one invited you!”“I can see that.” One of the men with her on the couch has unzipped his pants and his genitalia is hanging out. “Please put that away.”“Leave, Lex! No one wants you here!”“I need to talk to you about something.”Opal’s glare is so toxic it
LexOpal breathes quickly, her chest rising and falling as she recovers from another orgasm. I rest my cheek on her thigh. I’ve set up shop between her legs. She is truly insatiable. If she could live on orgasms alone, she would do it.“You’re good at that,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy. “How are y
I stop to really look at Opal and her perfect face. I have always seen her as petty and shallow. That’s the version of herself she shows to the world. There could be hidden depths there she wouldn’t let anyone see.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she inquires.“I just forgot how pretty you ar
I have always enjoyed dancing, and Opal is graceful on her feet. I accommodate her and take her to the dance floor for the waltz. We’ve danced together ofte before, so I easily lead her through the steps. We glide on the ballroom floor like we’ve been doing this for centuries. The dance gives me t
EmoryI can feel cabin fever settling in after being stuck inside the castle for too long. Being confined to my room doesn’t help as there are only so many books to read and card games to be played. Even castle gossip is growing stagnant. I’m getting ready to climb the walls when my mother and maids
“I just want to take a look around,” I reassure Helga. “I’m not going to try and climb the ruins.”“Why do you want to be running around the ruins anyway, Emory?” my mother asks. “What’s so fascinating about an old church?”“It’s a church that was for worshiping Selene. The vampires used to revere t
“That might be it,” Willow cut in with a conspiring tone. “We were too jealous of the Moon Goddess’s favoritism, and we turned on her. Vampires don’t play second fiddle to anyone. We’re a proud lot.”Lola purses her lips. “Who do vampires worship now?”“We don’t,” Willow answers. “After King Aeneas
Emory“Willow is a witch,” Lola says like she’s not talking about the impossible. I remember what Willow told me about her life before she was turned, but it’s hard for me to grasp. In my mind, witches aren’t real. No one has seen one in centuries. Growing up, I thought they were a fairy tale to mak