All Chapters of The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red.Pearl Jane felt the blow before she heard a slap across her face. It could have been nastier. It could have been a sucker punch. Those punches really hurt, especially coming from a man almost two times her size."You're going to be mine, little whore… mine," the smelly fat guy snickered as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the blood-stained couch."Over my dead body!" Pearl grumbled under her breath."You have a big stupid mouth for a crazy bitch." The fat guy's hands moved down to the zipper of his pants, and she closed her eyes.Disgusting.She thought. Out of all the mess she'd gone through in her boring wanderer life, the one thing she thought she'd escaped was rape, but apparently Hell or whoever the heck was watching out for her shat the bed on this, too. "Don't bother with the lubricant, because based on the small size of that thing, I'll barely feel it," she replied with the same scowl on her face that made the rest of his gang laugh

Ethan was merely an observer at the pub. He never sampled the goods. After all, he was supposed to be in the shadows, just a watcher, a warrior, waiting for something... He hangs out the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That was what the draw was to a place like The Secret Pub. It was drowning in secrets. Werewolves, Fae, and alchemists alike. Ethan learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there was no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you have the darkest desires of powerful men in your hands, you suddenly become the one with control, and that's what he has always craved. Control. Powerful men will go to any length to keep their skeletons hidden away in the closet. Then a woman stepped into his vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and warmth. He chuckled as soon as she came into his view. An alchemist, a powerful one. He smirked as he saw her shuffle her feet and keep

Warning Rated SPGBrushing his nose against her slit, he inhaled her sweet scent of arousal. "You're intoxicating, a special brand of drug made only for me." His tongue slipped out of his mouth as he took one long lick before he gently thrust a finger into her sweet hole. Pearl took in a sharp breath. "You're so tight, little one. It's going to hurt when I shove my rod into you. But you'll take every inch.""Yes, oh, goddess..." she moaned again.Ethan licked at her core slowly. Her hips rose and fell, letting her know he owned all her passion, that tonight he controlled her. She was the instrument he had chosen, and she was going to play her like a master. "Good girl. Show me how badly you want me buried in you, little one." He chuckled into her cunt as he continued lapping at her, making sure his tongue paid attention to her sensitive clit. "Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty alchemist kind of girl. I can almost feel your power, little one. I can feel your ice… I can feel you

That night, leaving her cabin with the hellhound, Pearl went out. The eastern town's road was empty, and nighttime roads were freeing at first, but before long, the sense Pearl was the only person in the realm heightened the aching loneliness that was a persistent, choking weight. Whether it was her latest stalker or the lack of social contact she'd had over the past month as she lost herself in her work, Pearl didn't know, but unexpectedly the quietness was suffocating. Pearl lived as cut off as she could. Alone in the old cabin with only a hellhound for a companion. She tried so hard, so fucking hard, to fight when the need for a werewolf, fae, or a male alchemist's contact and intimacy arose, not wanting to put anyone in danger. But, ultimately, she always broke. When the need to be around other people grew to be too much, she authorized herself brief beats of normality: going to the cute downtown café for coffee, grocery shopping at the farmers' market instead of having her ite

Whimpering at the light flick of his tongue, Pearl shivered, her core tightening. Whether the beautiful lycan heard her or just felt her reaction to him, she didn't know, but his hands flexed on her hips, pulling her harder against him, and he groaned, the sound so low she felt more than heard it. She felt something else, like she had known him, like the man was so familiar, like his magic alone was a pull she couldn't resist. She felt this way with Ethan as well. The pull was weakening her senses, like she belonged to his arms, to feel his warmth and passion.Odd. She thought to herself. But she was lost. She needed him. Wanted him.Bewildered with desire, Pearl's hands shook slightly as she continued upward, outlining the straight line of his nose to a set of high cheekbones, then to thick, slashing brows.Who are you, stranger?Ultimately, burying her fingers in his hair, she let out a moan as the silken strands slid through her grip. Long and thick, they had to fall to at least hi