Grabbing my hand, she led me to the front right of the stage. The music was still playing from the DJ at the top of the stage until the lights faded from him and the music died. Roars of cheers went through the crowd, Pamela waving her hands in the air as her blue tube top sparkled in the dimming light. Her fangs descended, watching the four prominent men walk on stage. The lead singer, held piercings, black leather bracelets, his hair spiked with blonde tips holding a microphone as he held up his arm and parted his fingers in the traditional rock-and-roll style hand gestures. The drummer, donning a leather vest, pants, and thick silver-looking chains around his neck, began beating on his instruments. The entire room went crazy. Wolves, vampires, and some holding pointed ears like elves or fairies threw bras, and panties on the stage while the men who came to watch eyed them all in jealousy and excitement. I was the only one standing still, facing the never-ending crowd looking beyo
Sebastian"What?" I shook my head in incredulity. "The hell are you uttering about? My mate, your daughter is missing, and I fucking need her right now. I don't need this." I go to lumber away, believing he had indeed lost his mind. "I'm dead fucking serious!" he stomped toward me, bashing the unhinged door shut. It hung, barely on the frame. Vampires walking by began to look at the commotion as I started shouting again. Grabbing his dark shirt and ripping the collar, I slung him into the kitchen island. He coughed, pushing himself off the granite. Justin didn't creep forward, only holding up his hands in failure.I kicked his ass once. I'll do it again. "I'm serious. I saw him," I ground my teeth in frustration. "I have a small gift, still trying to use it. I can see inside minds, barely." My back untangled, breath evened out until he spoke again. "I'm not that old, but I'm telling you. I can see things just on the surface of the mind, and Christine must have had a dream recently.
"What?" I snapped, not caring who it was. The only way my fang would calm, the venom to stop flowing, would be Christine. "I know where she is," Justin's familiar voice trialed. "Vanessa woke up, and said she has a GPS tracker on her phone.""It's when you can track the phone," Suron interjected, able to use his hearing to listen to the call. "Where?" I snipped, listening to the address.****"This can't be right," I muttered, staring at the cellar door. Suron only laughed, knocking three times in different areas of the door. "Oh, it is," he muttered, finally hearing the door swing open. A heavily tattooed werewolf popped his head out, eyeing us until he saw Suron. "My man," his cheerful voice didn't match his tough exterior as he held out his hand. "Done babysitting for a while and finally going to have some fun?" Suron snorted, grasping his forearm in greeting. "Still on duty, except no longer babysitting, just adult sitting right now." I rolled my eyes in offense, ready to stor
ChristineThe post-orgasm phase must have had had my ears muffled because I swore I was hearing things. The throbbing in my pussy from the proceeding mini pleasure-gasms continued to have me melt into Sebastian's arms. My head persisted in cuddling into his neck, basking in the after haze. My fingers clutched his expensive suit. The three-piece outfit had my heart aflutter. He was always so impeccably dressed, while I was always in something more comfortable or relaxed. He never seemed to mind, his gaze continuing to bore into my soul."I said, you are my beloved, Christine," those velvet words left his lips. His hand caressing my now tangled hair, the mist of sweat being pushed away by his warmed hand. My mouth hung open, unable to move until he tilted my chin with his fingers. "Do you understand what that means?" Speaking was out the window. No snarky comment, no anger, just awe. Sebastian said I was his mate. It was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no way this was real.
Totally opposite of what I once thought was attractive.Sebastian sighed, dropping his hand from his face, but I continued to hold him with one hand. My other undoing the tightened black tie. He released a breath, his throat bobbing at the release of the tight collar. "No one is sure, but many believe there is a soul mate on the other side of the veil of death." My fingers pulled the tie away from his body, slowly unbuttoning the top of his shirt. I continued to listen, his eyes closing, feeling the feather touches of my fingers dancing across his chest. My body had one thing in mind while my brain had another. I wanted to lean in and put my chest up against his. The heat he radiated, the skin contact I craved. "Many think mates who have passed unexpectedly wait on the other side of the veil of death. They lay waiting for the mates they were promised, and the Fates have decided to grant them their wishes instead of gaining another mate. My first beloved may have had a first mate and
Christine"Fuck, Bella, what are you doing?" I rubbed my wet slit over his cock. Sebastian was so damn warm, so delicious, wiggling beneath me. He couldn't stand it either. For a split second, I felt in charge until he gripped my hips and had the tip slowly enter me. Touched by a god. Throwing my head back, my hair trailing down my naked skin, he seized me tighter leaving small bruises in its wake. "I can't take you here," he rasped. "Not on a damn dirty couch in the closet of a club." I moaned, trying to move my hips again, only for him to forcefully push me harder onto his cock, slipping it into my entrance. My lower lips parted, feeling the heat of his shaft. "Are you sure?" I gazed into his eyes. "We are mates, you said—" His head fell back onto the couch. "You are so tempting, my little seductress." He growled. Moving my hips gently again, I wailed. I was like a damn rabbit wanting to slide his cock inside me. "I'm on the pill, and I've been tested," I blurted. Laying everyt
The overwhelming feeling of running into his arms like a small child to their tall father rushed over me. Sebastian let my hand go as I rushed to Justin, embracing him. "Chrissy girl, I've been worried about you," he sniffed my hair.Lots of sniffing around these parts. "Is mom okay? I didn't mean to get hurt." Justin shook his head, looking down at my leg and the attire. He didn't question or ask, just raised a brow at Sebastian who had leaned up against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. Shrugging his shoulders, he sent me a wink, and my face turned red.He knows we did something nasty.But a good nasty. "You got the bleeding to stop," he stated. "That's good, I was worried. You didn't call." I twisted my lips in thought. Didn't think I should have called. Mom was a raging, blood lust lunatic, and I didn't want to bother."It's alright, I went with my friend Pamela.""The Sigma werewolf?" Elder Rowan interrupted. "She's a hard worker. The humans love that shop. Glad to s
SebastianChristine, still clad in her leather skirt and my shirt, let out a sob. Her demeanor around me was always calm and collected, but the recent news of her ex-boyfriend now being an actual incubus had her rattled. The bond we shared, the tiny little string that barely held us together until we properly mated, gave insight that she was not heartbroken in the romantic sense about this demon.In a small way that gave me comfort to know she still cared for me. "I'm sorry, I'm a hot, sticky mess," she said all too harshly, brushing away a tear. "It's just that I'm mad that I was tricked! For so long! I thought he was my friend too! We were together for a long time." I held her close, not sure what to say. This demon had broken so many ethical laws among humans it was astonishing. Even being an incubus, one should have some sort of moral compass. Not all incubi were bad or evil, just the same as vampires. This one, however, seemed to be the lowest of the low. I had not come across
Under the Moon“It’s stunning.” Sebastian’s shoes could be heard coming down the hallway. Christine could hear him a mile away with those god-awful shoes. She would never get used to the clothing here. The heavy, dark clothing was almost dreary, but Sebastian was right it was needed.Whether it be by eating, crying or snagging one of her claws over her skin, there was always blood to be shed. She cut herself several times when she was first learning how to control the claws that could form out of her fingers. Now she could do it on command without a blink of an eye.“You sure it looks alright?” Christine questioned, not daring to look away from the oil painting. Christine had put to good use of her degree from college, despite thinking she would never be of any help. She was not only the reigning queen, but also the palace artist. Her work was beyond anything Vermillion had seen in decades and her work had been busy since the day she and Sebastian were crowned.Christine painted mural
***After arriving at the Ever Green Pack, memories flooded me. Just eight months ago, I had left this place with a second chance to find my beloved. Clara had graciously pardoned me, along with two of my friends that had gone back to Bergarian with their own mates.“What’s going on? Why so many cars?” Christine stuck her head out the window. Rowan slapped his hand on the steering wheel, honking at the other cars.“Everyone is being a rubber necker, trying to look at the portal instead of parking,” he grumbled. “Just park and we can walk right through!” He waved his hands in annoyance. Adaline flipped through her phone, chuckling at some cat video on the screen.Once we parked in the four-story garage that sat hidden in the middle of the forest, I grabbed Christine’s hand while she stared at all the wolves, vampires and children running playfully. It was more chaotic than it normally was when we stood by the large stone arch with a mirror-like an appearance.“Settle down!” Alpha Adrie
Sebastian“Oh please,” Christine moaned. Her hands were tied above her head against the iron headboard. She struggled against them, trying to pull free. Her strength had not fully come into play, but she was certainly testing the silk ropes. Her nails began pulling at the fabric, and I laughed darkly as I licked her nipple.Biting softly on the underside of her breast, she gasped, her body wiggling against me. “Please,” she begged again. I loved it when she pleaded. I loved she demanded me, and most of all I loved her and everything that she was.Christine had a slight panic attack being told she would be queen. She worried if she would be even good enough to help maintain a kingdom. Constantly reminding her we are to follow Queen Taliyah’s orders from a far helped mollify her mind, but still being in the public eye around judgmental vampires had her tense. She was right, it would be difficult for her since she was now one of us, freshly turned and still having to eat regularly until
ChristineA beat of silence swept across the room. Many expressed concerns to their mates and beloveds like it was some sort of joke. The war in Bergarian was a hot topic for days, but always talked about in the seclusion of their homes.Nights spent in the living room with Rowan, Adaline and my parents were nothing but hushed whispers while the Assassin stood in the corner. Just watching. Even he was unsettled as we whispered of the gloom that could rapidly come to earth.The dark wizardry had been contributed to by something we didn’t know, the portal closing almost without warning. The Bergarian royals had brought the strongest Alpha werewolf of Earth along with his luna, that had experience in beating a demon which had inhabited a witch’s body. This brought more questions.More rumors, more speculations as we sat around in the small circle of friends. Suron did not make many comments, but Enzo certainly had his theories.Enzo had returned before the declaration of the portal to be
Sebastian Christine sat on her knees, her night silk nightgown tickling her skin down to mid-thigh. The silk draped down her body, her nipples already hardened. A chill ran down her spine, as my hands traced the cover that hid her delectable body. Her hands lifted the base of the gown, pulling it over her head, leaving her in a black, laced panties. “Goddess, you are beautiful,” I forced from my lips. Speaking to her was always difficult when she bared her body to me. She made me speechless, made my heart flutter lightly in my chest. The room was still dark, despite it being late morning. The curtains moving with the air in the room, gently swaying on the carpet. My ears now turned to be in tune with the woman that was in front of me, because it was only she that mattered. Christine’s hair, which she had meticulously put in a braid before we went to bed, laid over her shoulder, tickling my chest as she straddled over me. “So, do I get to taste a little of heaven?” Kill. Me. Now.
Christine“If you expect me to go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.“Nuh uh,” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was laying.“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled, because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.Gods help me.“He’s gone,” the deep voice from the other side of the room muttered. “His body has retreated to the Underworld. Hopefully Hades’ will take care of him. I’ll take my leave.” Hearing the creek of the door open, it let in the s
ChristineHearing the gentle click of the door, Sebastian walked down the hallways and left me to sleep. He tucked me in like a giant burrito along with Bob, thinking I would be simply fine without him.Oh, if he only knew.Somehow, I had calmed my heart when he ‘rocked’ me to sleep, making him think that I was zonked. It was weird. My heart was now both a voluntary and involuntary muscle response. Unlike humans, you can’t control your heartbeat, it kind of just does its thing. Not when you are a vampire. I could slow it, make it move faster, or match Sebastian's.So freaking weird.While he held me, I slowed it, to help soothe myself and keep it from beating out of my chest. It kept me grounded; it kept me from ripping through the room and claw every pillow until feathers dusted every surface. Slowing it down so much, he must have thought I had truly fallen asleep. Sebastian did what he could. I knew he was upset, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help me with the feeling I
SebastianI wanted to kill him myself.And here I was, holding my beloved in my arms, gently stroking the back of her head. I wanted nothing more than to destroy her father, but she clutched me too tightly. For now, I would hold her close, keep her safe in my arms but soon, I would get her the justice she deserves. Vanessa and Christine were dropped bombs of hidden truths in just minutes of each one. Who knew what other secrets the warlock held, but I was sure that this Assassin standing before us knew very well what they were. It was no coincidence that the Assassin was here, The Death Flock had a purpose: to take care of their intended target. This makes me believe that Broderick was being hunted. "Get them to the bunker," Rowan shouted, shaking us all from our thoughts. Suron stood there with his popcorn bag on the floor. His mouth hung open. I could smell the blood tears in his eyes when Broderick spoke of the death of these babies. Suron had a soft heart that loved to care for
ChristineHoly hairy monkey balls. My ex-dad stared at us like he had won the lottery. The arrogant look on his face let me know he didn't give an absolute shit that there were more vampires in the room than his lonely self. That bares the question is, how powerful is he?Hell, how did mom and I not know?The façade of being an airline pilot was the perfect cover. He was gone for weeks at a time and came home only when it seemed to be the least convenient time for the both of us. He showed up right when we were happy with just each other, but he would destroy that in an instant. Demanding mom should attend certain functions with him, get his face out there for all the humans to find him entirely and utterly handsome and trustworthy.Other than that, there was no other sign he would have been some creepy warlock. We didn't have any black cats, no locked door to the basement, no magical fairies dusting the house. How he had kept us from this was insane. We didn't know him, even more so