Another week passed, and to help it do so, I spread my time between wandering around the yard and watching television. I hadn’t seen Jax since the incident, and though curious, I wasn’t curious enough to ask about him. Truth was, I welcomed the fact he wasn’t around.~~The day passed, though it did it in its own sweet time and it was almost noon the following day before I finally heard from Torin. It came in the form of being roughly turned and jerked against him as he buried my mouth beneath his. His erection dug into my abdomen as his lips and tongue danced in erotic fashion against mine, before stepping back, he whispered, “Missed you.”My panties grew damp with the need pumping through me and throwing caution to the wind, I reached out and began pushing Torin backward.Guiding him out into the hall, I continued to back him up, moving us toward the supply closet. Jerking the door open, I gave him a shove into its interior, then following behind; I pulled the door shut and locked
Pots boiled around me, the aroma of the garlic and wine sauce, awaiting the mussels, filled the air, and glancing at my phone, I noted the time. Picking up the plates, silverware, and the two wine glasses I’d balanced on the plates, I carried them over to the table I’d set up in the bar area.Setting out the plates and silverware, I eyeballed the table, then shifting the candles I'd purchased, I stepped back, judging my handy-work. Satisfied at last, with the way everything looked, I returned to the pots and pulled the lobsters out. As they cooled, I prepared citrus butter to brush on them, and then placed the lobsters in the broiler.When the tails were finally broiling, I washed and pulled the beards off the mussels, then dumped the lot in the prepared pot, setting the timer for five minutes.An
Three days after the disastrous birthday dinner, I’d moved out of the compound amid loud protestations from Ginger, Rook and Burdock, but I’d heard nothing from Torin. And, as one day had passed into two, I continued shutting Torin out of my life. By the end of the week, I’d gotten my old job back with Jess at the bar and was moving forward with my life.The night of the eighth day after leaving Torin behind me, my phone buzzed with a text message, and picking it up, I read the message.Torin: When I Was Your Man by Bruno MarsInsanely, I gave a sniff with the sudden moisture that sprang to my eyes. Ridiculous that something so simple as a song could bring me to tears. Torin never did anything without purpose though, so I knew there was a message within the song he wanted me to hear. After bringing the song up on my phone, I closed my eyes, and listened.A few days later, checking my mailbox after I got home from work, I found a plain white envelope inside with nothing on it but my f
Come the next morning, I stared at my roommate, Brian Remington, my eyes wide with desperation. "Please let go of my toaster!" I begged.Brian wore a mischievous grin, my beloved toaster in his hand, a look of triumph on his face. "Oh come on, it's not like I'm never going to give it back," he said, his voice filled with laughter, seemingly taking great pleasure in my distress."I need it for breakfast," I pleaded, my stomach growling with hunger. "I can't start my day without an Eggo, you know that," I protested.Giving another chuckle, he took a bite of his own Eggo, the crispy waffle dripping with syrup. "You're such a weirdo," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You and your Eggo obsession."I gritted my teeth and tried again. "Please, just give it back. I'll do anything."Brian raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice filled with intrigue.I nodded eagerly, my desperation getting the better of me. "Yes, anything. Just give me back my toaster."Brian grinned. "A
Later that evening, I parked LadyBug in the bar's parking lot, and as I put the transmission in park, I glanced around. The parking lot was filled with an unusual amount of Mercedes and Jaguars, and alongside them, I could see usual pickups and cars. The mix of wealth and blue-collar made it clear tonight was not going to be a typical night. With a sigh, I looked into my rearview mirror and adjusted my ponytail, then wiped away a smudge of lipstick under my lip. Afterward, opening my door, I stepped out into the heat, and instantly, the humidity erased the coolness the car's air conditioner had provided. With a grimace at the mugginess of the evening, I hurried across the parking lot and was practically at a run by the time I made it through the employee's entrance. The scent of cigars, cologne, and a hint of perfume drifted from the open doors of the bar and into the employee's lounge, hitting me instantly as I stepped through the doorway and into the bar area. A strongly built boun
My earlier thoughts continued to bounce around in my head as I poured another drink. Glancing up, I noticed the two bouncers near the VIP room eyeing the dancers. Red flags went up, as one of them, the heavily built one with a shaved head and a neck tattoo, whispered something into a small earpiece. With alarm bells going off in my head, I shot a glance at Tannin, but she was busy shaking a cocktail and hadn’t noticed the men's behaviour.As I continued watching the men for a few seconds longer, the music switched back over to a fast-paced tempo, and the bar's rhythm once again picked up, allowing me no time to ponder over exactly what it was about the two men that was setting me off.As I was topping off the beers I'd poured, behind me a hand slammed down onto the counter, interrupting my flow and startling me, causing me to give a slight jump. Looking over my shoulder with a frown, I took in the tall, well-dressed man standing on the other side of the counter. His jawline was sharp,
As I watched, Lucien and the other two clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing through the bar. After they threw back the shots, John and Rick’s features contorted from the fiery brew as it slid down their throats. Their faces turned red and sweat popped on their foreheads, their eyes beginning to water. Lucien, however, seemed unfazed by the drink. His eyes locked with mine, and setting his glass down on the surface of the counter, he licked his lips and murmured,"Your turn."Knowing I was going to regret what I was about to do, I gave a nod, and filled a glass with the potent liquid. The room had fallen mostly silent, a large portion of the patrons watching the challenge. Taking a deep breath, and feeling the heat from the peppers sting my nose, I downed the shot. The burn was intense, causing me to suck in a slight breath as I fought a grimace of pain.Slowly, I set my glass beside Lucien's, my eyes locked with his. Admiration bled into the depths of his and he murmured, "
The next morning as I came down the stairs smothering a yawn, Brian was flipping through channels on the TV, the volume blasting. With a shake of my head, I made my way toward the kitchen, then uttered a groan as I stepped into the room. Pots, pans, dishes and the makings of God only knew what, were everywhere; they overflowed the sink, the counters, and spilled over onto the floor. As I gazed at the sight before me, I couldn’t help thinking, “Damn Brian, what the hell did you make that could have possibly made this big of a mess?” Jesus, I mean, I loved having Brian as a roommate, but the guy had no respect for cleanliness.With a shake of my head, I gave one last look at the disaster, then turned on my heel and exited the room. Nope, not dealing with it today!As I was passing the front door, my steps were abruptly stilled by the knocking that came from the other side of it.~~Moments later, and the last thing I expected to see when I swung the door open, was the sight of a man in a
As the days turned to weeks, I watched Cat grow more powerful, more in control of the darkness that lurked within her. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just playing with fire, dancing closer and closer to the flames without realizing the true extent of their heat.One evening, after a particularly grueling session, I found her sitting in the garden, her eyes distant, lost in thought. I sat beside her, not speaking, just being there.“What are you thinking about?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.Her gaze snapped to me, and for a moment, I saw the girl I’d grown up with, the girl who’d held my heart captive for so long.“I’m thinking about us,” she said softly. “And what we’re going to do when all of this is over. If there’s an us left.”The words hung between us like a question mark, and I knew she was referring to the prophecy, the one that had brought us all together, the one that threatened to tear us apart.“There’s always going to be an us, Cat,” I said firmly
One evening, as the three of us sat in the library, Daniel finally spoke. "Your great, great, great ancestor is Sharella," he said, his eyes on me.My heart stuttered. Sharella, the woman who had tried to kill us? I couldn't believe it. "But...I don’t understand..."Holding up his hand, he continued, "Madeleine was not your foster grandmother, Cat, she was *your* real grandmother, unlike Rook and Keeley. However, she didn't carry the hybrid gene," Daniel continued, his gaze flicking to Rook. "It skipped ten generations. But it was always meant to come to you, Cat. The power was passed down through your lineage, waiting for the right moment to manifest."Rook's fists clenched, his jaw tightening. "What are you saying?" he demanded."I'm saying," Daniel said, his voice steady, "that the darkness you fear in her is a part of her heritage. And if you can't accept it, you can't truly be by her side."The room was filled with emotion, the words echoing in my mind like a curse. Was I destine
The gravity of his revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. If Sharella had already caught wind of what Catriana was, we were in far more trouble than I had ever imagined."So what do we do?" Keeley spoke up, breaking the tension.Reif's smile was grim as he looked at Catriana. "We need to make sure you’re ready for what's coming. And we need to find a way to protect you, without you becoming the very thing we are trying to save you from."~CAT~Days passed, and we all tried to resume our lives as if the battle with Sharella had never happened. Rook and Keeley went about their coven duties, while I threw myself into my training, pushing my powers to their limits. Yet, the tension remained thick in the air, a constant reminder of the secrets we were keeping.Mornings found us pretending that everything was normal, sipping coffee and exchanging pleasantries over breakfast. Reif had somehow managed to charm his way into the coven's good graces, and even though his presence was unnerving,
Keeley chuckled despite herself, breaking the tension in the room. "Well, when you put it like that..." she said, helping me pull on one of Rook's oversized t-shirts.Rook shot her a glare, which she returned with a playful smack to his arm. "Okay, okay," she said, "but we do need to figure out what to do with this mess."Reif looked around the room, taking in the shattered furniture and the dark magic residue that hung in the air. "Well, I can't say I'm much of a housekeeper, but I can help with the heavy lifting." He bent down to pick up a piece of the broken bedframe, flexing his biceps in a way that made it clear he was enjoying the situation far more than he should.I couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the moment breaking like a dam. "Thanks," I said, "but I think we've got it covered."Rook groaned, rubbing his head. "What I wouldn't give for a pint of blood right now."Keeley snorted. "And here I thought you liked living on the edge," she teased.We all laughed, the sound
The door to the bedroom crashed open, shaking the very foundation of the house as if hit by a tornado. Sharella’s cackle filled the room---a sound so malicious it sent a chill down my spine.Rook's eyes snapped open, and he threw himself in front of me, his body a wall of protection."You laid with her?" Sharella's voice was like a serpent slithering through the air, each word a deadly venom. "Goddess, you're stupid. Your bond to her will be your downfall, Rook."I looked up at Rook, the horror of what was happening finally registering. "What does she mean?" I whispered, my voice trembling.He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at Sharella, his eyes blazing with a rage that could have set the room on fire. "Get the fuck out of here," he snarled.Sharella's laugh grew louder, echoing through the room. "You think you can protect her?" She stepped closer, the shadows playing across her face. "You, with your pathetic vampire powers and your curse? I'll have her, and you'll watch as I take
I stared at Rook, with a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable excitement."So, what does it all mean?" I asked , my voice hushed.Rook's expression grew tight, his jaw clenching as he took a step closer to me. "It means," he began, his voice low and intense, "that I have to be careful. I can't risk losing control, especially around you.""But what if you do?" I couldn't help whispering, my eyes locked with his because of my own darkness. "What if the creature inside of you takes over?"Rook's eyes searched mine, the depth of his pain reflected in the depths of his own. "Then you'll have to save me," he murmured. "As I've always tried to save you."Drawn like a magnet, I stepped closer to him. "And what if I can't? What if the darkness is where you truly belong, though?"He took a deep, unsteady breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'll have to be the one to save us both," he said, his voice a mere breath.The room around me faded away with his nearness, the warmt
Chills skittered down my spine at the woman’s words, but as she continued, dread filled my every pore. "You see, I intend to test Rook's blood lust. And who better to do that with than someone he holds so dear?"I stood frozen in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding against my chest as the realization of my dire situation sank in. Sharella, with her flowing jet-black hair and porcelain skin, seemed to embody a haunting beauty that belied the darkness within her.“Rook would never harm me,” I breathed.Sharella's face was a twisted canvas of emotions, her lips pulled into a sinister smile. Her voice carried a malevolent lilt as she spoke, sending icy tendrils down my spine. "Oh, my dear," she sneered, "harm is but a pale word to describe what he will do to you."Her eyes glimmered with an unsettling confidence, casting an ethereal glow upon her features. "You see, Rook," she said, her voice laced with an otherworldly charm, "is not quite what you believe him to be."I leaned in, my cur
~ROOK~Three Hours LaterWhen I’d entered Catriana's room, I'd had no intention of doing what I'd done. Hell no I hadn't, I'd actually come to apologize for my actions earlier, but I hadn't been expecting what I'd found when I'd pushed through the doorway, either. Fuck, I mean, Jesus Christ, what red-blooded male wouldn't have reacted the same way I had!The vision that had been before me had nearly brought me to my knees with need, the hunger I'd carried for Catriana beat strongly within my groin, causing the usual swelling behind my zipper as I'd moved toward her masturbating figure like an automated puppet before slipping into bed beside her. I was no more able to deter my next action than I could have willingly stopped breathing as I laid my hand over hers, husking for her to keep going. However, I'd quickly came undone, as shifting our hands, she pushed me backward until my back rested against the bed, then climbing on top of me, she'd began grinding against my hard-on. Sweet me
The rest of the day was a blur, the weight of Grandma's death and the looming threat of the unknown attacker pressing down on everyone at the academy. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, waiting for the next explosion of emotion or accusation.At dinner, I sat next to Keeley, my eyes darting to Rook at the head of the table. He was deep in conversation with the coven leaders, his expression serious. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, mixed with anger and fear.The food was barely touched on my plate as I pushed it away. Keeley gave me a concerned look. "Everything okay?""No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it will be."The evening brought a moment of reprieve as Keeley and I snuck out to the conservatory. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of the fountain was soothing. We sat in silence for a long time, just listening to the water and the crickets outside.Finally, Keeley broke the silence. "What are we going to do?" she as