Amelia was already outside Silvana's house when Silvana pulled into the driveway. Amelia's hair was up in pink curlers, she had a green cucumber face mask on, and even her purple and gold silk pajamas were extravagant. She held two steaming mugs in her hands. "Oh!" Amelia shrieked gleefully, careful not to spill her drinks. She handed one to Silvana and said, "Pumpkin Spice and Rum lattes that I whipped up in your kitchen, along with a few daiquiris for your father. I figured some rum might help your daddy sleep so we can chat uninterrupted."They clinked mugs in a cheers to their friendship. Amelia ran a hand down Silvana's dress, so proud of how amazing Silvana looked. Amelia picked up a trussel of Silvana's strawberry-blonde hair and said, "Your hair's a mess and your makeup is streaked. Am I taking this as a sign that you found Mr. Hunk and spent some quality time together?"Silvana took a large gulp of the spiked latte and through a foamy smile licked her lips and said, "Ye
The lights were on in Bruce's house, and as Silvana closed the door to her car, she couldn't help but think how Bruce left the lights on just for her, so she could find her way to him. She fixed her hair best she could and Bruce opened the front door, looking fresh and showered in a long flannel, opened shirt, and dark jeans. At the sight of Silvana he smiled and stepped aside so she could enter the house. Silvana touched a soft hand to his chiseled cheek and said, "You look like you've gotten some rest.""Is that right?" Bruce laughed, knowing how busy he'd been. He kept a large hand on her waist while they walked to his room. "I thought you might help me stay up all night."Running a hand over the massive muscles of his chest, Silvana bit her lip. She handed over the potion. "First thing's first," she said, "get this to your aunt."Bruce stared at the potion vial in his palm. He was completely stunned and lost for words. "I wasn't expecting you to get this so soon," he said,
The shower Silvana took in Bruce's house was thrilling. She sensually slid the bar of soap over her luscious skin, and the entire time, locked in the bathroom beside Bruce's room, Silvana felt this hammering in her chest, as if she was seeing into the future, where she and Bruce lived together, married and happy. Silvana dried off and applied makeup from her handbag while peering at Bruce's investigation board. It was clippings from newspapers and articles of murderers and other evil people from the city's history; chief among them, the Axeman from the red lightning that Bruce had saved Silvana from. Across the old sepia photo of the Axeman was a large red X made by a marker on the desk."He must be hunting evil spirits," she thought. "That must be why he was training to become the Alpha," she mumbled to herself, patting her shaved and smooth legs dry.Silvana brushed her hair and dressed herself in the white satin lingerie and stockings on the bed, then slid into her beautiful b
Silvana ran promptly outside, her boot heels clicking as she rushed down the manor's marble steps. Couples sat on the fountain, smoking cigars and sharing kisses. Bruce's truck was still parked."Bruce, where are you?" Silvana shouted into her phone. But she got only a dial tone, and the last noise she heard him make inside was a holler of pain.She hadn't even thought Bruce capable of pain.But where was he? Silvana observed her surroundings. Even outside, the party raged on, and as she fluttered about searching for Bruce's mask from the crowd, she saw a bolt of crimson lightning flicker above a hedge garden and illuminate the side of a well-maintained brown barn. She knew he was inside. Fast as she could and clutching her wound, she moved towards the barn, past the garden of trimmed bushes to resemble men and women on all fours and howling like wolves to the starry sky above her. Silvana unhitched the wooden beam securing the barn doors shut, and she burst through the door
Bruce lunged himself on top of Silvana, covering her body with his. Their chests touched and Bruce clamped his jaw shut and grunted as the Hellhounds clawed at his back. They nipped at Silvana's arms and legs, biting off one of her boots and tearing her stockings. They were completely surrounded by a dozen wolves surging with red lightning, and the spirit of the dreaded and murderous Cecilia Duponte cackled, "The seal has been broken."But it couldn't be. Silvana closed her eyes and screamed as she felt teeth poke little holes in her kicking legs. Her father's seal on the evil spirits had been destroyed, some way, somehow, and their worst nightmare was becoming a reality; Silvana wasn't prepared to defend herself, let alone the people of the city. All the times she skimped her training was now going to cost her the lives of herself and her lover.Her eternal mate. Then Bruce pounded his fists to the mud by her head, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the whites of Bru
In the two long months after the supernatural attack on the Silverclaw Masquerade, Silvana dedicated herself to her father's harsh training. In the mornings, she would bury her nose in ancient spellbooks, learning the ways of incredible witchcraft. In the afternoons, Solaris lectured on the history of seals and spirits in the city, and in the evenings Silvana practiced rigorous spells until midnight, when she was afforded five hours of rest to do it all over again the next day. She was mentally and physically exhausted, though not enough to stop her from calling Bruce each and every night to be lulled to sleep by his brave tales of fighting the spirits coming from the red lightning. Some nights, she would whisper him to sleep under the cover of her blankets --warm and hidden from the world-- about how she'd like to guide her fingers to the button of his jeans, zip his pants down, and shove his big dick in her mouth and suck. On those sensual nights, Bruce would lay naked in his
Bruce tugged his jeans back on and ripped off his sweat-soaked tank top. He waved a finger at Silvana and said, "I'm serious. Do not move from this bed." Silvana's heart sank at the idea of being exposed to danger while not in any clothes. Bruce stormed out of the house, barefoot, and flung the front door open so hard that it slammed against the front of the house. "State your business here at my home," Bruce said so harshly that the dozen werewolves shuddered. They remained resilient and one strong woman with long, dyed-blue hair and facial piercings defiantly growled, "We've been told that our Alpha is dating some slutty, magic-casting witch."Silvana peered through the blinds over Bruce's bed and her palms started to sweat. Bruce was wildly outnumbered, and there was fury in the eyes of his pack."Such a disgusting relationship would make you unsuitable to be our leader," another werewolf chimed in, crossing his arms and standing strong. But he didn't stand as strong as Br
Silvana was immediately comforted by Bruce's touch. She let her head fall into his chest and he stroked the sides of her head, holding her close to him and not letting go. "How did you know to come here?" she sniffled. Bruce looked to the stars. "I just knew, Silvana. I knew I needed to be beside you right this moment."She hugged him tightly and said, "I'm so glad you came. My father just hit me."Normally, Bruce would've rushed inside and crushed Solaris. But he knew his temper had been getting the better of him, and he cared more about being there for Silvana than revenge against the old man. "I'm sorry," Bruce said, gently lifting Silvana's face to his. He inspected the red mark on her cheek, and although his stomach rumbled with rage, he planted a delicate kiss right on the mark. "Walk with me, sweetheart," Bruce said, gripping Silvana's hand in his. He brought her to her feet and put his arm around her to warm her from the night's breeze. They walked intimately for a