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54: The Final Days of My Life
I’d started to think that he wasn’t going to show his face at all. Sophie’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he stepped through her doors. “Dimi?” her chair fell back on the floor, she stood up so fast. I couldn’t help but smile, watching her run across the room to tackle him. “I thought you said you couldn’t…”
He cut her off, “Someone helped me free up just enough time to visit with you for a little while before I have to get back to work.” He gave her a hug, looking at me over the top of her head. She kept an arm around his waist as he walked her back to the table, as if she was afraid to let him go. He picked her chair up for her, pushing it in as she sat down. “Good morning Selene,” he didn&rsq
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Rite of Submission 56: The Cost of a Curse
The goddess wearing my face looked at each of the twin as if she was trying to determine each of their worth, ‘Even after all they’ve suffered us to endure?’ She shrugged nonchalantly, the movement looking strangely elegant on her. ‘We cannot just create a mate for each of them out of thin air, not unless they’d like to wait a few decades.’ “What about all of the female shifters, they don’t have mates, can’t we just…” I waved my hands around like I was pairing them up with new mates. She laughed softly, ‘Of course they have mates,’ she patted me on the head, like a small child. ‘
Rite of Submission 57: Harsh Truths
I felt like I was being crushed between the two siblings, making it harder still to breathe through their scents. I could only hope that my senses were just overactive from the events of the last hour or so, and this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing I had to get used to. Pulling myself out of their arms, but still leaning against him a little to stay upright, I asked again, “No, really, where are we?” Sophie looked me over and blushed, reminding me that I was stark naked. “It’s a vault our father built to hold our mother while she shifted.” She walked to the panel on the wall, laying her palm flat against the glass making it light up. There was a sliding sound in the wall, and when the panel beeped she pushed against the concrete wall, making it open up to the adjoining room. “Your mother could shift?” I shot Dmitri an accusatory glare, as I followed her through the opened wall. We stepped into their parents’ suite. Sophie snagged
Rite of Submission 58: Cards on the Table
I waited for Sophie to close the doors behind her, before I headed off to find an unoccupied room. “We need to finish our talk, if you don’t mind.” I nearly had a heart attack when I heard his voice beside my ear. I hadn’t even heard him leave his parents’ suite, the sneaky bastard. “No. It’s late and I’m tired,” I complained, turning to face his bright blue eyes. “You’ll either have to hope you can fall asleep and dream with me still or wait until morning, Dmitri.” I stepped aside to put some space between us. “This can’t wait,” he pivoted with me, leaving the gap between us, but also stepping in the way so that I couldn’t just pass him. He opened the doors to his own suite. “After you,” he gestured to the room beyond. I stood there staring into the dark room as I debated with myself about what to do next. It felt like I was about to cross a line one way or the other, and yet no matter what choice I made, I knew that the conversation
Rite of Submission 59: Romulus and Remus
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Rite of Submission 60: Lupercalia
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Rite of Submission 61: The Alpha's Mate
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Rite of Submission 62: The Pack
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