"Oh…" Lily's eyes fluttered shut as she felt him suck deeply into her blood, every pull fastening the spiraling heaven that was boarded in the pit of her stomach. "Oh goodness me…" Her whole body shivered with the same warmth that had set her on fire when he’d kissed her blazing through her body. Only this time it was more powerful, more ambitious, more…explosive. Her free hand landed flat on the dirt as her body bent forward, nearly toppling her onto Rhye’s prone feature. She was drowning, lost in the dark, intoxicating longing. God, she missed him. In a foreign corner of her mind, she heard Rhye’s low groan of contentment, or possibly it was a pleasure. At the moment, she didn’t care which it was. She was too caught in the sweet building tension that gripped her with breathtaking force. She was sensing their blood bond again. He sucked, again and again, forcing the pleasure to be virtually painless. Hell. She couldn’t stand it anymore. There had to be something... something… And
Lily rested against the concrete front of a nearby thrift store, too exhausted to be upset over Rhye's inexplicable absence, or even about being passed off as a used automobile. She would get rid of her bothersome bodyguards once she got the chance to gather her might. Until then... She'd been through worse. Worse in a spectacular way. Her heavy eyelashes drooped as she rested against the wall, trusting her acute sense of scent to alert her of any impending danger. Another five minutes went by, then another five. Stephen, who plainly had the attention span of an ant, couldn't take the silence any longer. "Um- you don't mind me asking, yeah? …you’re Lily’s sister," he murmured. "The resemblance is remarkable, but why do you smell like rotten meat? I don't mean anything but you don't know what deodorant is? You could buy some, you know." "Lily's eyes widened and she smelt her armpits… "Did I really smell that bad? I can't seem to smell myself." "Just kidding… you smell like a dead r
"So where is this cavern?" Lily asked. "Follow the demon and you shall know." The frosty blue gaze swept over her face. "Fine, anyway, did Elfy have a lot of contact with the ferals or my coven during my well, um-unconsciousness?" "On occasion, maybe," Rhye frowned. "No more than any other of the lowlife demons we encountered during our travels." "Travels?" "Yes." "So why did you not kill me if you thought I was truly Livia?" She inquired again with obvious mockery that made Rhye think about how the witch had changed in ten years. Before Livia was naive, didn't even know smile, and was dumb, but now, she appears to be a different person. He shook his head, it was absurd. No way in hell this was his Lily. He should have known it. "You are linked to her, and the only one who knew where she was... so no, I'm not going to kill you just yet." "What made you think I wouldn't escape?" "Witch, do you think I'm that foolish? You can't escape from me because I have your amulet. You wil
The cavern that burrowed through the cliff was not enormous. The central basin was the length of a human living room, and low enough that Rhye was in endless threat of banging his head. Walls with jamming hands in fissures for handholds, to avoid slipping on a patch of wet rock.On the plus side, the foyer was thin enough to deter more than one assailant from infiltrating at a time, and there was an elegant chamber in the back that had a shallow cascade of water that emptied into a chamber down to the seaside below.A man-made scraping against the wall covered the left side while a fist of stone poked everywhere that might stab someone in the back as someone was stupid enough to lean against a wall while bumping their head on a low ceiling.However, the small semi-private chamber has a small bed, a center table, a couch, and a small kitchen. With lanterns on each corner.It was not the fact that it was easily defendable, or that there was a ready stock of fresh water, nonetheless, th
Rhye felt a stirring deep inside him. He’d never encountered a woman with such incredible enthusiasm. "I’m a werewolf, an alpha. There isn’t a tunnel I can’t sense." Her eyes faded. "Then why did you allow Stephen to come with us?" "Because he can sent a message to my warrior anytime." She flickered, caught off guard by his blunt and stupid confession. "Oh, yeah? Ever heard of a cell phone? Or email?" "Are you mocking my old ways, witch?" "Surely big bad alpha Rhye is not afraid of being bugged or being spied on, yeah?" "That is not my job; I am not a techie person, Leon is…I still love the old way," he said dryly, his gaze lowering to the lush temptation of her mouth. "Besides, there are a few hunters that love to bug my pack and my warrior. The old way is way better and safer." "You sound as if you have personal experience. Did some hacker babe break your heart?" she mocked. With one fluid motion, Rhye was on his feet, his features cold and unreadable. Lily couldn’t know his
“Scared, witch?” Rhye implored. “Um-” “You can get up close and emotional with anything you want, little one,” he muttered, his lips teasing at her skin. The nerve! “How dare you. Damn you!” Yanking free of his grip, Lily seethed into the dark inside of the shop, heading toward the back racks that held the luxurious designer jeans and T-shirts. What was wrong with her? Rhye was nothing more than a giant, over-smug, obnoxiously elegant pain in her ass. So why did she keep letting him get under her skin? Because she was a fool. Gritting her teeth, Lily compelled herself to resist his enormous form leaning against the doorjamb watching her every move with that too sharp watch. Hell, this was her first, and probably only, chance to certainly enjoy what most women took for granted. She’d be damned if the warden from Hades was going to wreck the moment. Flicking the hangers around the circular stand, Lily occasionally paused to pull out whatever happened to catch her eye. Any of the
Seriously? Her jaw lowered. "You’ve got to be kidding here." They strode toward the last door. "This one’s empty." Placing his hand against the door, Rhye waited until he heard the click of the bolt and pressed it open. Standing aside, he waited for Lily to tramp past him, her head high and great, her spine stiff. Closing the door, he held the paper bags toward the doubtful witch. "Don’t turn on the light until you’ve locked the privy door. We don’t want to scare the staff." She crept forward, completely skeptical of his intentions in bringing her to the motel room. "So, um-what are you going to be doing?" "Keeping defence, of course. Why? Do you have something in mind that involves me fucking you hard in the empty door?" Her jaw dropped again. His short pursuit vanished as her horrible stink went away and the strawberry vanilla scent of her wrapped around him, arousing the longing that smouldered deep inside him. The sheer idea of her stripped naked in the shower, with just a
Abruptly lifting his head, he met her stunned gaze. "Are you seriously out of your mind?" Lily glared at Rhye. "Nope!" "Then why the hell do you keep doing that?" she muttered, her cheeks flushed with a heat she couldn’t hide. Rhye growled deep in his throat. "If I knew, I would no doubt be falling on the nearest stake." The sweet devil's eyes flashed. The nerve, she thought to herself. "That can be arranged, alpha I can do-" "Kids, kids! There you are." Stomping from the cave, Stephen regarded them with a jaundiced frown, his silly wings twitching in aggravation. "I thought you’d abandoned me. Again." Rhye swallowed a snarl, resisting the urge to toss the little demon into the river below. His body might howl at the interruption, but the pea-sized part of his brain that was still functioning realized that he was allowing himself to be perilously distracted by his strange fascination with Lily. Christ, he was going to get them both killed. "Demon… Stephen, I need your help," h