All Chapters of BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Freya could still hear the men’s ruckus from below stairs as she snuck into Vinaud’s private chambers, landing light as a cat and dusting her hands with a smirk. Vinaud might look like a brute but how many people knew that he was actually a collector of rare books? Striding briskly into the room she broke into his safe; a cakewalk really and she worked speedily, flipping through each book until she came upon the lost sorceries. For a lost culture, she sure was seeing a lot of sorcery around her these days. A coincidence? She didn’t believe in such. The book had shockingly detailed illustrations of magical artefacts and she flipped through several until she came upon the two rings, looped into each other. The illustration matched the ring on her finger perfectly and she dropped onto her ass as she devoured each page of information. “The slaver.” She whispered, that was the name of the twin rings. Everything she’d found out about it was written here. As long as she wore this ring an

“That ring is mine.” Vinaud growled, facing Riordan fully. “Old friend, you don’t want to make an enemy of me do you?”All Freya could see was that the ring was off his finger which meant... he was vulnerable to her attack. A hard wall of her shadows erupted from her breast and slammed into his back, throwing him into a pillar hard. Freya got off her knees and raised her fingers, calling her shadows to her. They streamed around her wrists, between her fingers, becoming thicker and fuller and she screamed as she sent her magic hurtling into his face. He flinched and the next second, her shadows had formed a hundred daggers hovering in the air a dangerous inch to his skin. He stared her in the eyes and she breathed hard as she remembered the terrible feeling of having her will stolen away.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” She gritted out. “Immediately I saw your power in the Pit, I sent a letter.” He said and she stiffened. “What are you talking about?” She growled. “M

She and Riordan ran out of the motel room but they quickly doubled back when they got to the stairs and found a trio of them just heading up. “Shit. Upstairs.” She said urgently but he pulled her to a stop. “No.” He grabbed her arm and ground her to a halt. “Never the roof. The minute you step on the roof you’re dead.”He grabbed her arm and ran down the hallway, and they turned the corner right before the Council dogs came up. “Are they seriously trying to kill me?” She asked as she kept pace, following him through the twists and turns. “Depends on who sent them.” He replied. “The Council duhh.”“There is not just one person on the Council.” He replied. The Council was made of four people but she thought they made their decisions unanimously. “You know an awful lot about the Council.” She said to him. “Do you know who they are?”He scoffed, his tone filed with humour. “If I did I would be dead.” He said. They finally pushed a door open and emerged on the streets and she bl

Riordan hunted the deer with the single minded purpose of a starving man but it was only to distract himself from his bigger problem. It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay away from her. The moon was full and bright and his arm would have healed a lot faster if he shifted since but he didn’t. He didn’t trust his wolf not to go after her. He had never thought himself a patient man but for her he had learned. He watched her swagger arrogantly through each day, marching from one type of trouble into the next and he waited patiently for her to come to him. He waited for her to realise by herself that he was waiting, for her to make up her mind. But these days, he forgot to be patient. He succumbed to the need to touch her skin, to inhale her fragrance. He marched her on that stupid horse and put her in a rotten mood because it was a pale imitation of what she made him feel. The deer never stood a chance. With one swipe, he spilled her throat to the ground. She was too startle

Freya didn’t know how long they fucked. After he marked her and she marked him, it got even more intense. Somehow, they found their way back to the clearing, amid harried touches and urgent mating. The sun rose and met them, and Riordan carried her into a cave. “Eat.” He’d tried to order her but he might as well have been speaking alien. She wasn’t interested in food and he soon gave up trying to feed her when she raised her rump in the air and wiggled it. She knew he couldn’t resist her. His face got dark and he came after her and she was slamming him home before her back touched the ground. Just when she felt boneless and her head felt like it was made of clouds and she felt like she could fly, like she couldn’t possibly take one more second of sex, he rolled over her, fisting his cock as he rubbed his rigid shaft against her pussy, stroking her appetite back up and he was slamming home inside her again. She was alive, she was lust and desire and she was sex. She laughed, exhilar