Falling asleep last night wasn’t easy. It took me about as long as it did after we made love. It’s still weird to call it that. I’d tried my best to stop the anxiety from taking over when my hand would brush her bump, or she’d roll, and it would brush against me. It didn’t help that I felt the heirs moving around despite how small they were because of my gift. I doubt they had malicious intent. They are fetuses. It’s not like they’ve already developed André’s personality. I had reminded myself, with Lucius echoing the sentiments, that nothing about this should trigger me. I never shared a bed with Lia, even before she was pregnant and certainly never after. Yes, we fucked, but never in a bed. I never could place why, but when it came to screwing her, it was always quick and mostly clothed. I never wanted to get her naked and take my time with Lia. It was about scratching an itch, which wasn’t even that good. And yes, during Lia’s pregnancy, I touched her bump to feel close to what
Why did I have to remind him about the shower? His fingers had been doing their magic, and I was minutes away from orgasm. Maybe less if he kept making that come-hither motion. Instead of relishing his touching me and letting me touch him, I opened my mouth, and he stopped. Stupid Delilah! ‘A little bit, yes. However, there are silver linings. For example, Alexander is naked.’ Helia offered her commentary. I moaned softly as I found another silver lining. The tip of his cock had rubbed against my vagina. I tried to wiggle in his arms to angle myself closer. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him badly. Sadly his grip on my ass as we stepped into the shower, was too tight for me to do more than torture us both by just rubbing against his tip. I know it was torture for him because he growled. Not like a menacing growl but one of those ‘goddess damn it’ growls through clenched teeth. It was so sexy that I may have growled back in frustration. I’m a novice when it comes to lovem
Dear Readers, For those of you who have been reading my books for a while, you should know me. For those who are new to my books, you'll see that I like to keep you informed. I want to be transparent and set appropriate expectations. I know what it's like to be a reader hooked on a story and getting frustrated when I don't know the schedule for new chapters and more so when it goes off schedule. So, this is me being transparent and ensuring I'm setting expectations for you. I know how much you love Alexander and Delilah's story and are eager to see how they get to that Happily Ever After that all my books get. I've been loving writing their story and I can't wait to see how they get to where I know they end up. So it does pain me to say this; however, due to my current workload, Beta's Innocent Mate is on a TEMPORARY Hiatus. My day job is coming to the end of our fiscal year, so I need to do a lot of work quickly. This is eating up my writing time and frying my brain. I am hoping th
I arched a skeptical brow at the witch. I am unfamiliar with everyone in Katrina’s coven, but I recognized this one. And there were subtle similarities between the witch standing next to Darren and Lia. Mostly, it was the nose, which proves that you can deny who your kin is, but genetics will always give it away. And while the similarities were almost insignificant, they were there, and it turned my stomach to even look at her. “What does that mean?” Delilah asked. At least one of us isn’t considering exit strategies and holding back vile. I know it’s not Augusta’s fault her family is batshit crazy. It’s not her fault she’s related to them. You can’t pick your family, or at least you can’t pick who you share DNA with, would be a better phrase. However, pardon me, I’ve had enough bad experiences with her family never to want to set eyes on another member for the rest of my life. “I may not be quite as powerful as my Bisnonna, but I am still a powerful witch of the Sabbadin line.
I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer. I’ve always been the soft-spoken baby of the family—the sweet and innocent Fayte who wouldn’t harm a fly. Few people initially realized how deadly plants could be, even with my power. Most thought it was so fitting that a girl as delicate as a flower could make flowers. I hate that. I know hate is a strong word, but try having people underestimate you for your whole life and see how it feels. I’ll admit that I prefer to handle situations without violence first. But that doesn’t make me delicate. That does
I twirled the silver meat tenderizer, bathing my gloved fingers with a smile that probably resembled Chesed’s on my lips. We may not be related by blood, but perhaps I picked up some of his malice through proximity. After all, growing up, I saw more of Chesed than I did Alec. I’m not saying that I would have idolized most of Chesed’s personality traits. However, he had a unique way of intimidating people and getting shit done that I respect the hell out of. “How long were you stalking Delilah?” I questioned. “I… I didn’t…” Vittore stammered. I didn’t wait to let him continue. I don’t care what he had to say. He started his sentence by trying to say he didn’t, and that was enough for me. I smashed the tenderizer on his left pinky finger. I smiled as Vittore howled in pain as the bones shattered under the force. Because I was using silver, I knew his wolf wouldn’t be able to heal as fast. ‘Good, he deserves every second of pain.’ Lucius snorted. “I suggest you rethink your wor
‘Do not decide to let your conscience a word in. I don’t care that this bitch is certifiably insane. It’s not an excuse. It’s not a loophole or way out of facing punishment.’ Helia insisted. I wanted to deny her implication, but I don’t lie to myself or my wolf. I was having serious doubts about continuing this interrogation. Mostly centered on the measures I may have to take to get the information we need from Lia. It didn’t seem fair to do what was required with her current mental state. Something broke in her. I don’t know when or how. It could have happened for any number of reasons. Maybe it was when she pledged her loyalty to Ersilia. We don’t know the effects of a werewolf forsaking their oath to their Alpha for someone who’s not even an Alpha, let alone another werewolf. I don’t know if that is something Katrina could find out about. Perhaps her Bisnonna documented something on the subject. And if her mental break didn’t happen because of her pledge to Ersilia, many other
“Talk. If you value your life, you will talk. The wolfsbane will continue to grow until I get answers, or you’re engulfed in it.” I warned her. “You…you can’t be serious. If… if you kill me… you’ll learn… nothing.” Liar shook her. Tears stained her face as she paused to yell in pain. “You’re not the only person we can get information from. Alexander is interrogating Vittore as we speak. If you had access to your wolf, you’d be able to hear his screams as my mate forces him to confess while exacting revenge for that shithead stalking me.” I pointed out. “He…he wouldn’t know…. anything of value.” Liar protested between cries of pain. “Perhaps, perhaps not. But we still have Domitila and Anastasia to question. And then there’s that my niece Katrina has her coven hunting down your bitch Bisnonna. There isn’t anywhere she can hide that someone as powerful as Katrina, backed with the magic of her coven, can’t locate.” I shrugged. It took everything I had not to wince as Liar screame