LOGINNARRATORAmaya had just lived through the bitterest, tensest days of her life.Her mother had been in danger, but thankfully she’d pulled through. Still... the magical burns on her body weren’t easy to heal.Every time Amaya saw the bandages on her face, or helped clean her and caught the wounds along her back and arms, she had to squeeze every last ounce of control out of herself not to cry.Tempest spent most of her time asleep, repairing the internal damage in her own body.The very day it happened, Counselor Marco showed up with the best Venefrix doctor... but for the first time in more than eighteen years, they’d been denied entry.Tonight was cold. Winter was creeping closer, slowly painting the forests white. Amaya stood on the balcony outside her room, staring into nothing.Her white sleep robe snapped in the wind and barely covered her against the cold.Bare feet on frozen stone. And yet nothing seemed to touch her.She looked like a beautiful shell with no soul inside, like
NARRATOR Keeping her safe was the only reason Tempest used the magic carved into her bones like she’d never used it before.But the second they reached the green fields in front of her younger brother’s crypt, Amaya felt her mother’s body collapse in her arms."MOM!" She screamed, sobbing, as Tempest went limp in her arms and they slammed into the ground."No, no... Mom, Mom..." Tears wouldn’t stop, streaking Amaya’s cheeks."You’re... safe..." Those were Tempest’s last words before she slipped into the dark.She lifted a hand, trying to touch her baby’s face, but her strength gave out completely.Amaya watched her eyes close, that face once beautiful and now ruined by the murderous strike meant for her.She clutched her mother and roared with pain and regret on the same hill where her brother Nath’s ashes rested.She couldn’t lose her. Not her mother. Not because of her own stupid choices, chasing a man who didn’t want her because of her blood.Her magic kicked in on instinct, tryi
NARRATOR Tempest’s worried eyes stared down at Amaya, standing behind her daughter and covering her with her own body like a shield.Everyone saw her appear in the middle of that emerald mist.Cassian stood a few yards away, frozen.Tempest lifted her head. Half her face was burned, blood streaming from the multiple wounds in her body."I let my daughter come looking for you. All she wanted was to be with her mate." Tempest’s voice came out strangled. She was losing strength, but she pushed through. She still couldn’t fall."I curse the day the Goddess paired you." Cassian’s heart jolted at those words.Those hate-filled eyes reminded him of the woman who had torn him away from his family years ago."We handed you our treasure, and all you wanted was to break her in your hands.""No." He finally said it, like he was waking up into this madness.His eyes dropped to his mate, but Amaya was clinging to Tempest’s legs, crying.Goddess... what had he done? None of this was what he wanted
NARRATOR Amaya’s heart hammered like a drum, but the smile wouldn’t leave her mouth.Somehow, she managed to get Cassian to let her step out of his chambers.The King refused to let her show herself again, almost naked, in front of everyone.Her act at the circus was over, but Amaya wasn’t the kind of woman who blindly did what anyone told her.So the second Cassian left, she got dressed and headed for the circus tent area where they prepped for the show.She was going to say goodbye to the ringmaster and thank him for his help, even if he’d made obscene profit because of her.She walked down one of the corridors and, in the distance, caught the flicker of lights from the royal square... and up high, that man who made her soul tremble.The happiness in her chest was hard to hide, and her Venefrix magic was dying to resonate with Cassian’s.And then her dreams shattered in a single second.A horn blared, the walls shook, and battle cries rose from the men standing in the square.Amaya
NARRATORAmaya fisted his blond hair and shoved him tighter to her sex as she came in his mouth.Cassian looked up at her over her slick Venus mound, never stopping, and he burned that moment into his mind.That beautiful female writhing on velvet and luxury, the soft clink of the necklace against her hard breasts.Screaming, her face twisted with nothing but pleasure.He wanted her like that always. Only him. Only his eyes on her like this.Tonight, he was ready to make her his woman.His hips slammed hard against the furniture, the whole thing creaking as it knocked into the wall behind it.He panted like a lust-drunk beast.He sucked and licked the last of her orgasm, then rose fast, gripping his dick rough in his fist to finish himself off.Leaning over her, he let the reddened tip tap her cunt in time with each stroke."Aahh, yes, yes, yes... grrr... mmmm... Zafira!" he roared, pumping over her, one arm braced in the cushions.He worked his hand harder until heat surged up his sh
NARRATORCassian just stared at her cunt, shining with juice, still dripping.Heat rushed to Amaya’s cheeks, but she clenched her fists into the divan’s delicate upholstery and let him have her.Cassian started undressing, shrugging off the elegant tunic, then going for the gold buttons on his shirt like he was about to tear them right off.Amaya watched him with the same hunger, that itch between her thighs turning sharp, desperate. She needed to be touched.It sparked low in her belly, made her virgin pussy throb."How many men?" Cassian’s voice came out rough, commanding. It caught her off guard.His hands went to his fly, ready to free that huge dick, veins thick and raised like they were about to split skin."How many men?!" he demanded again, making her flinch as the lights flickered, his magic flaring."I..." Amaya frowned. Was he asking how many men she’d slept with?She hesitated for a second, and Cassian took it as fear.His jaw clenched, rage flashing through him at the tho







