LOGINEvaria I woke up slowly, my eyelids feeling like some heavy weights had been placed on them.For the first time in days, I didn't wake up with Dominic's hand resting over my wrist. I didn't feel the sharp, frantic thrum of my pulse being tracked under his thumb. I was alone in my bed.My entire body ached with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. My muscles felt sore, my thighs heavy, and my skin sensitive to the slightest touch of the bedsheets.Slowly, the hazy memories of last night flooded back into my mind. The yellow room. The table. The cold steel of the blade cutting into Dominic's chest. The taste of blood on my lips, and the wild, red glare in his eyes as he took me until I couldn't breathe.I sat up slowly, looking down at myself. I was back in my own bedroom, tucked under my plush duvet. My skin was totally clean, and the smell of dried blood and sweat had been washed away.And then it dawned on me that I must have passed out cold down there, and he had to carry me all the way
Evaria I felt him twitch hard inside me the second the words left his mouth... thickening, swelling, pushing deeper like the idea alone stripped away whatever control he had left. My breath caught in my throat. I stared down at his sexy, flushed face, the sharp knife still resting loose between my trembling fingers, my heart slamming against my ribs. I don’t know who I am right now. I never planned this. I never even imagined I could do something like this. But I want to. I want to do whatever the fuck he feels like I should do. "What do you want me to do with it?" I asked, my voice coming out as a low, raspy whisper. Dominic’s large hands slid down to my bare hips, his knuckles digging in hard against my skin. In one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled completely out of me, sat up on the edge of the table, and dragged me forward until I was straddling his lap. He guided his hard length back to my wet entrance and sank me down onto him slowly. “Oohhhh!” Both of us exhaled a
Dominic I lifted her once more, carried her straight to the wide, sturdy table in the center of the room... the one built low and solid for this. I laid her down flat on her back. The cool made her shiver slightly under my weight. I stayed standing between her parted knees, bracing my hands on either side of her hips, just staring down at her under the harsh yellow light. I leaned down, burying my face into the side of her warm neck, inhaling deeply. My breath came out hot against her skin. "Missed you all fucking day," I growled, my voice raspy. I dragged my nose slowly along her throat, breathing her in again... the scent of her soap, her skin, and that sweet heat. Mmmnnghhhn "Couldn’t sit still," I muttered against her pulse point. "Couldn’t think. Kept thinking about the things I should have been doing to you." I pulled back just enough to look at her face. My eyes were already darkening, the red haze hovering right at the edge of my vision. "You’re already wet," I raspe
Evaria.I stepped into the dimly lit room.Dominic was sitting on the hearth in front of the stone fireplace. Flames licked at the brick behind him, casting long, dancing shadows across his bare chest.He was shirtless.But that wasn't the shock.Right where he was sitting, he was surrounded by empty glass bottles scattered across the rug. And if I was not mistaken, there were more than fifteen.Still, a half-full bottle of dark liquor dangled from his fingers.This guy had been drinking himself into a stupor all day.He turned his head slowly, his amber eyes heavy as they landed on me."Kitten," he rasped out, his voice thick and quiet. "What are you doing in here?"I took a few steps forward, my loafers crunching lightly on the edge of the rug. I looked around at the mess of glass, my brow furrowing tightly."Dominic... what is the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice rising. "Are you okay? Have you been sitting in here drinking since morning?"Dominic let out a low, dry chuckle, rai
Evaria I sat at my desk as the final bell echoed down the hallway, letting out a long exhale.Seven hours. Seven agonizing, brain-melting hours of endless lectures on witch lineages, power manifestations, ancestral sigils, and bloodline histories that sounded like a foreign language to my ears. My head was pounding with a dull, throbbing ache.Everyone around us was packing up their bags, zipping jackets, and chatting about after-school plans.Sienna turned in her seat, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched me struggle to pack my notebooks. "You look like you're about to pass out, Evaria."I rubbed my temples, letting my shoulders drop. "Look like? Girl, I'm already passing out. You cannot imagine how confused I am."Sienna chuckled, shaking her head. "It's just intro theory! It's like at home. My cousin was a total dumbass with this stuff too. A dormant. Although it took her a whole year, she's actually a practical witch now."I dropped my pen into my bag, staring at her with
Evaria. The black SUV slowed down to a smooth stop right outside the front gates of the school. The engine hummed softly beneath us. Outside, students were clustered in small groups, laughing and talking. For a second, I just sat there against the leather seat, staring out the tinted window. "Have a good day, Miss Evaria," the guard said, his voice entirely professional. I gave him a small nod, unclipped my seatbelt, and slid out of the vehicle. The cool morning breeze hit my face instantly, blowing a stray strand of hair across my eyes. Behind me, the two other guards stepped out of the front doors of the SUV, standing close enough to be noticed, but far enough not to crowd me. I adjusted my bag and took a step toward the paved walkway. "Kane!" I paused, turning my head toward the sound of the voice. It was Sienna. She was jogging across the grass toward me, her jacket unzipped, a bright smile on her face. She slid to a stop right in front of me. "Hey, good morning. How ar







