"If you want to learn how to fight, how to use your knife, you get in. I'll make you a deal. If you get in and take your training seriously, I'll take you to the next fight with the dark ones and I won't leave you behind. I promise." Sam said. A promise from a king? Even Wruy looked surprised. "You will take her to the battlefield?" He asked, his tone shocked. I stared at the demon who sat in the carriage, multiple weapons around him waiting to be used. "Yes. I will not leave her with someone else. Fay will go to war with us." Sam said from behind me, removing the knife from my throat at last. Even I was surprised at that. He would take me to fight the dark ones. Bloody hell. "She's human. She might not survive, my King." Wruy said, shaking his head as if it was the worst idea he had ever heard. "Then you better train her well, Wruy." Sam stated, the warning in his voice clear. Wruy looked a little bit sick. Even I became nervous. We looked at each other like we didn't trust eac
"You're slowing down." He stated simply. The carriage rocked back and forth and I looked up at Wruy, completely out of breath. Wruy just looked like he had woken up from his sleep and stared down at me judgingly. "I'm tired." I said, swallowing to try to wet my parched throat. "I don't care. The dark ones won't care. Fight through it." Wruy replied. Leaning back against the cool wall, my breathing was erratic and my clothes were drenched with sweat. "How?" I asked, wiping my forehead tiredly. Exhaustion made my brain foggy. These demons didn't need sleep, but I was used to a solid ten hours a night, and I hadn't gotten even six a night ever since I got here. "Find something that wakes you up. At least long enough for you to kill your opponent, or flee." Wruy advised. "Okay. Got it. Give me my knife first." I nodded with blinking eyes. "No." He responded, sliding the knife away from me with his dirty, muddy boot. "Learn to fight with other weapons. Find your own." Wruy ordered. "But
I recognized the demon that had called me a caged little bird at Sam's wedding, his posture straight and the sword in his hand enormous. He was looking at Samael and I saw the respect in his eyes. Just like every other warrior here, they stared at their king with nothing but respect. They obviously held great love for their king, as far as demons could love. "Don't forget that their sins are different. I understand there might be clashes with the armies of Pride and Greed, but don't let them get under your skin. We have an army of dark ones to murder together with their armies. Yes, we will lead this war, but it's all of us against one shared enemy. After every single dark one is rotting, fight however you like when you are challenged." Sam stepped forward and I quickly followed. "Oh," Sam paused, "Fay falls under your protection. At all times. If she is threatened, you know what to do. Make it hurt. Show them what happens when they touch Wrath's human." It was my time to be surp
I barely had a moment to widen my eyes before Sam disappeared behind me. In the blink of an eye, they collided with the side of the tent, and Sam's hand was already around Adrian's neck. In an instant, Lucifer and Micah were upon them, attempting to pull Sam away from their brother. Sam raised a warning finger out to them, and they both halted with doubtful glances. With his finger still in the air, he turned to Adrian, their faces almost touching. "Not a word about her, Adrian. Do not take me for a fool. I know your wife has asked you to bring Fay back to your kingdom. That's not going to happen, so try to forget about it. Fay is part of my court, and to take her will be seen as kidnapping and an act of war. All my men know that she is to be protected. I will not hesitate to put a blade through your wife's heart, if it comes to that. Let's see if you win from the kingdom of Wrath." Sam said to Adrian in a calm, deadly tone. Adrian looked furious. "Do not bring my wife into this,
The drink was placed on the table behind our couch and Micah looked at his own drink with doubt. Dagon cleared her throat, displaying an almost embarrassed expression. "Right. No alcohol. But what is the plan?" Lucifer inquired, resting his elbows on his knees and focusing his gaze on the map before us. As Dagon shifted her gaze to Sam behind me, every head in the tent swivelled towards us.. My stomach decided at that very moment to roar like a whale and every pair of eyes went down, to my stomach which was empty and screaming for food. Sam's arms tightened around me and he quickly lifted me up and stood up. He pushed me back on the couch and walked over to the table with food. He grabbed a plate, filled it with weird looking things and walked back. All the while, the tent was enveloped in silence, and all eyes were trained on the War King for answers. Sam walked back, offered the plate to me and I hesitantly grabbed it. I felt the shock in the room. Nobody said a thing, but I f
After another fire-dream, I woke up to shuffling. My skin was on fire. And when I opened my eyes, I saw Sam standing with his back to me, looking like salvation. That's why my body was too hot. It craved his bite. And seeing him, holy fucking moly, did I want him to bite me. "Sam." I managed to croak out. He spun around swiftly, a deep frown etched on his face. His gaze fixated on my discarded jeans and top strewn on the floor beside me, casting a slightly perplexed glance my way. He was in the middle of taking his shirt off and still had his fingers on the middle button. Oh, that cool skin. "I don't feel well." I murmured, my voice barely more than a pathetic whisper. Abandoning whatever he was doing, Sam was instantly at my side on his knees. His cool, heavenly hand touched my forehead and he flinched back. "Fucking hell, flower, you're burning up." He sounded a little bit shocked but saw him swallow immediately when his eyes went to my neck. He looked at the entrance of the
"You're turning me into an addict, flower." He whispered, his breath caressing my skin. "Your blood when you're scared.. Fuck.. It just all tastes so different." He mumbled softly. "It's like I can tell exactly what you're feeling. I've never felt so much emotion. Whatever you're feeling, it just passes right through me. I'm a demon, I'm not supposed to feel alive like this. It tasted goddamn forbidden." I swallowed heavily at his words and wondered how numb he usually felt. Did nothing bring him happiness? His intense gaze remained fixed on me. "I'm never letting you go." "We'll see about that." I whispered back, my eyes half closed. It felt like my body was attacked but in the most delicious way. "Oh, baby... You know that your body and mind are utterly dependent on me now, right?" His hand moved closer across my stomach as he spoke, and I tensed when his fingers brushed my lace underwear. "Shall we explore something else?" He whispered with a voice that promised nothing but bad
"Thirty seconds!" Sam yelled, a smirk playing on his lips as he locked eyes with me. I could feel his fingers exploring, and when his thumb slid over my swollen clitoris, I bit down harder. I stared at him, furious, and he looked back at me like he was thoroughly enjoying this. His hard dick against me proved it. When his fingers kept playing with me, kept giving me forbidden, white-hot pleasure, I bit down as hard as I could and I drove the knife into his skin, because I was losing it. My sensations were overwhelming me. I was struggling to hold my orgasm back, trying to not give him the satisfaction. I didn't want to succumb to the devil. He seemed unfazed. He didn't even feel a freaking knife going into his body or my hard teeth biting into his hand. But I felt the warm evidence of his arousal staining my leg. Precum smeared the inside of my thigh. The motherfucker was turned on by this. "I'll bite your clit next time." He taunted, his breath hot against my face as his thumb pr