"Please, what little witch?" Rhye muttered. He was by far too shocked to know when he returned to the cave and the witch was sleeping and moaning like she was about to reach her peak.Lily groaned and opened her eyes, and all she ever wanted was to melt into the bed and be done with her life. Did he hear her moan and call his name? How could she dream of him like that? Jesus! ‘This is really embarrassing,’ she thought."I-I had a nightmare…" she grumbled under her breath and shook her head."Oh really?" He smirked. His slender, bronzed fingers reached out to curl around her hand. His skin was cool, but it managed to send a sharp flare of heat racing straight to the pit of her stomach. ‘Damn it! 'Get a grip, Lily.’ "If it is such a special nightmare, I assume?"She nodded her head and knitted her forehead with his obvious mocking statement."Then why does it make you moan and utter my name like I’m about to give you the most amazing climax?" Rhye murmured softly.She choked and widen
Rhye pulled back to study her with azure blue-green eyes. "Which do you want to be, little one? Tell me."Oh hell!She licked her lips as his hand moved toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "I think I'm a h-hostage, a willing hostage of some kind. One you intend to hand over to my coven in exchange for your mate?" She asked."Nothing has been decided yet.""Are you sure?" Hell if she didn't moan when he passionately kissed her "I wish to tell you more, little one, but my lips are sealed, I can't do anything about it yet. I can't decide our fate. Enemies are everywhere. I don't know whom to trust."What on earth does he mean by those words?Then a sudden magical push on her brain made her forget about his words and she just sighed with relief. She frowned. "Well, that's reassuring.""Would you prefer that I lie to you, witch?""No!" In the end, Lily didn't know how she would have reacted to the blunt query but it didn't matter.Lowering his head, Rhye caught her lips again in
The land south and west of the mountains flattened from high ridges to rolling meadows and heavily wooded acres. Squatting down to study the narrow mud route, Rhye could hear the rustle of squirrels and rabbits, as well as wild wolves. Precisely the vicious game that would persuade a bunch of thirsty feral werewolves or the demons. Too bad there wasn’t an indication of a demon in the air. Not a whiff, not a trace, not even a stray hair.There was a rustle beside him, and the fragrance of vanilla taunted his senses.The Witch Livia.His jaw clenched as his body bitterly acknowledged her nearness.For Christ's sake, he thought his days of trouble were behind him. He’d murdered his adversaries and receded to the barricaded protection of his mansion ten years ago. His life was deemed to be one of harmony and peace.There was nothing quite in the way his body scorched for the woman who couldn’t agree on if she wanted to rip off his clothes or jab a stake in his heart. Or in the reasoning,
She sucked in a deep breath. "Is Elfy still in there?" "Impossible to say," he growled. "Let’s go." Rhye bit back his natural revolt. "This way." Without speaking, they arrived in the big lumber yard, their strides hardly swirling a leaf as they strode in silence. To some extent, Rhye could hear the rustle of night creatures and the babble of a shallow river, but there was no sense of mortal or demon in the shadows. Following the intoxicating aroma of blood, Rhye turned to the left. There was nothing but trees for several feet, then without warning, they ended, uncovering a large route that had been etched through the very heart of the forests.
"Livia, the fire is magical. You’ll heal from the burns," Alpha Rhye rasped, his body quivering with the need to rush her to safety. He shifted into his giant wolf form and howled so loudly that the cabin seemed to tremble. "No! I'm not leaving you. What if... yes, only to be killed by the freaking demons? No Rhye, I’m not a wuss, I'm not leaving you to become toast." "Damn it, woman!" He shouted! "Now get the hell out of here." The smoke thickened, the heat already bringing beads of sweat to Lily’s face, but the woman stubbornly refused to flee. "Forget it, alpha. It’s not happening." Grumbling outdated feralses and more than a few belittling comments on the brains of witches in general, and one in particular, Rhye’s wolf wrapped his furry arms around his personal thorn in his side, and with one mighty surge smashed through the back side of the cabin. Even buffered by Rhye’s huge body, Lily’s breath was pulled from her lungs as they crashed through the side of the small shack a
Mila was lying. Lily had never been so certain of anything in her life. "Oh well, where the hell were you when I actually needed your help?" She mocked, still circling the dangerous she-wolf.Suddenly, she was close enough to sense Rhye’s power, though it was faint. Sheer relief crashed through her. He was still alive. She didn’t know why, but it felt as if a truck had abruptly been lifted from her chest. Unaware of Lily’s distraction, the woman smiled, and her bodyguard smoothed a hand over the rippling muscles of his chest. His smile was edged with a wicked smile. Ew! disgusting! She thought."I’m here now. Ready and prepared to help with whatever you might need, Livia."Gross.Lily didn’t feel any of the tingling excitement that she felt when Rhye regarded her with that heated awareness. All she felt was repulsion and a painful hunger to just kick the man where the sun doesn't shine and be done with it.Struggling to hide her less than flattering response, Lily was distracted as
"Bloody hell!" With tiny wings flapping and tail twitching, Stephen hurried to Lily’s side. "What did you do to her, you stupid dog?"Moving to the back of the cavern, Alpha Rhye retrieved Stephen's long blanket to carefully drape over Lily’s too-still form. Then, kneeling on the dirt floor, he grasped one of her slender hands."Mila has witch magic with her. She was hit by her spell before I was able to kill her and her bodyguard." He stabbed his companion with a fierce glare. "Now! Remove it.""How…" Stephen swallowed his question as he was nearly tumbled backwards by a blast of Rhye’s icy power. Instead, he closed his eyes and touched a gnarled finger to Lily’s forehead. "It's powerful demon magic, it's not witch magic. Attacking spell.""I didn’t ask for this book bullshit," Rhye snarled. "Get rid of the spell.""Seriously?" Stephen snapped open his eyes. "I have to know what magic was used to reverse it.""Fine, the attacker uses demon magic. Now get on with it." Rhye pointed a
Shocked as much by the pain that savaged her heart as by the sight of his gruesome scars, Lily slowly lifted her eyes, clashing with the ice-blue-green gaze.As always, his mood was difficult to read, but Lily wasn’t foolish. Rhye would have sensed it the moment she awoke. Which meant he could easily have covered himself before she stumbled across him.Werewolves weren’t modest, but they abhorred any weakness. The scars would be a source of embarrassment for such a creature.So why had he revealed them to her? And has she never seen that before? They made love so many times, but she never saw them. And why now?Struggling to clear her knotted thoughts, Lily compelled a breath past her tight throat, her gaze shifting to the rippling water."Aren’t you supposed to hang some sort of sign if you intend to s-shower in the little um-stream?"There was a rustle, and covertly glancing out of the corner of her eye, Lily eyed Rhye tugging on a pair of faded jeans, pulling up the zipper but lea