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
RussiaThe elegant bedroom in a luxurious hotel was a decadent feast for the senses. The dark and yellow-veined marble walls reflected the glow of the priceless antique chandelier; the lacquered furniture was designed to accommodate the most adventurous sexual fantasies; even the high ceiling was painted with naughty naked women.Lying in the middle of the grand-sized bed drenched in luxurious satin and black velvet, Joseph Gosling was jerked from his fleeting pleasure by the persistent buzz of his private cell phone.His hand reached for the phone even as the young man straddled his naked body prepared to impale himself on his stiff erection."Don’t answer it," the beautiful human with short brown hair and pale brown eyes moaned, his lips trailing over his chest. "Please, my love.""Get off, human," he growled, his blue eyes glowing as the wolf inside him stirred with anger."Call them back later.""Get the hell off."With a sweep of his arm, Joseph knocked the man aside, rising from
One moment she was standing near the entrance of the cave, and the next she was flying through the air to tackle the six-foot-four, gigantic, growling werewolf. When they tumbled to the hard ground, Lily wasn’t certain who was more astonished, her or Rhye. "Witch!" Rhye grumbled as he shifted back to his human form. "Mind your words next time or you are dead…" "Um-" shocked. She gawked at him, but not without widening her eyes at their position. She did know who recovered first. She’d barely managed a smirk at the realization she’d landed on top when Rhye shifted and gave a low growl, and with one smooth motion had rolled her beneath him, his body pinning her to the hard dirt. Lily felt her breath being squeezed from her lungs. Of course, who wouldn’t suffocate with a massive man squashing them? It didn’t have anything to do with the thick hair that had loosened from its braid to tumble about them like a curtain of gold satin. Or the scent of raw power flooding her senses. Nope. N
Fifty miles away from the cavern, the high cliff overlooking the south of Canvey Island, was perfectly suited to hide a pack of renegade demons. The abandoned wooden cottage was miles from its nearest neighbour, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Jasmine and her friends, feral werewolves and witches, to the remote peak. No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below. Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loves anything that screams of power and riches, and being an ordinary werewolf warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her sister, who loves to kiss the council’s ass from time to time. Jasmine was different. She had the ambition to rule the land, and if being a queen of demons was the way, who was she to pass up the opportunity? She w
"Get over yourself, dear," Francisco drawled. "You might be a demon’s wet dream, but you’re way out of your league when it comes to the new Luna of your ex-pack. I heard she was human. Every werewolf knows they accept nothing less than perfection, but Alpha Rhye mated her. Why is that?" Jasmine barely smiled. Her years as a whore had taught her that any man could be controlled. It was all a matter of uncovering the right buttons to push. "I could have the alpha on his knees if I wanted," she purred, "but men have more shortcomings beyond just an incapability to think of anything besides their cock." "And those would be?" "Overblown egos and a ravenous need to flex their testosterone." Jasmine wiggled her curls. "I set the trap, and he walks in. Bringing the sweet little luna with him." "You’re in over your head, my sweet." "Unlike you, my lord, I have a spine." "Until Rhye rips it out." Jasmine’s smile dwindled, a ferocious chill of unease inching down her still-attached spin
"Please, what little witch?" Rhye muttered. He was by far too shocked to know when he returned to the cave and the witch was sleeping and moaning like she was about to reach her peak.Lily groaned and opened her eyes, and all she ever wanted was to melt into the bed and be done with her life. Did he hear her moan and call his name? How could she dream of him like that? Jesus! ‘This is really embarrassing,’ she thought."I-I had a nightmare…" she grumbled under her breath and shook her head."Oh really?" He smirked. His slender, bronzed fingers reached out to curl around her hand. His skin was cool, but it managed to send a sharp flare of heat racing straight to the pit of her stomach. ‘Damn it! 'Get a grip, Lily.’ "If it is such a special nightmare, I assume?"She nodded her head and knitted her forehead with his obvious mocking statement."Then why does it make you moan and utter my name like I’m about to give you the most amazing climax?" Rhye murmured softly.She choked and widen
Rhye pulled back to study her with azure blue-green eyes. "Which do you want to be, little one? Tell me."Oh hell!She licked her lips as his hand moved toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "I think I'm a h-hostage, a willing hostage of some kind. One you intend to hand over to my coven in exchange for your mate?" She asked."Nothing has been decided yet.""Are you sure?" Hell if she didn't moan when he passionately kissed her "I wish to tell you more, little one, but my lips are sealed, I can't do anything about it yet. I can't decide our fate. Enemies are everywhere. I don't know whom to trust."What on earth does he mean by those words?Then a sudden magical push on her brain made her forget about his words and she just sighed with relief. She frowned. "Well, that's reassuring.""Would you prefer that I lie to you, witch?""No!" In the end, Lily didn't know how she would have reacted to the blunt query but it didn't matter.Lowering his head, Rhye caught her lips again in