Warning SPG"I'll take it off if you do," Pearl smirked.The bed creaked as Ethan crawled on top of her, caging her between his arms and legs. "Little one, if I want the mask off, you'll take it off." He snickered, touching the mask on his face.Something flashed in her eyes—anger, resolution, warmth, or a combination of all three. The girl has a fire in her, and Ethan has always been attracted to flames. "I can walk out of here and find the next warrior available," she added.An angry growl escaped his lips as he pinned her arms above her head, bending down so that he was right in her face, forcing her to stare right into his eyes. He felt an unknown wrath boil inside him. Something unfamiliar was putting him off but his wolf liked it. "The fuck you will.""Great, so we agree. The mask stays on?" She smiled tauntingly."You like the idea of me fucking you with the mask on, don't you?"She turned her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.Ethan growled in her ear, "Hope you lik
Warning Rated SPGBrushing his nose against her slit, he inhaled her sweet scent of arousal. "You're intoxicating, a special brand of drug made only for me." His tongue slipped out of his mouth as he took one long lick before he gently thrust a finger into her sweet hole. Pearl took in a sharp breath. "You're so tight, little one. It's going to hurt when I shove my rod into you. But you'll take every inch.""Yes, oh, goddess..." she moaned again.Ethan licked at her core slowly. Her hips rose and fell, letting her know he owned all her passion, that tonight he controlled her. She was the instrument he had chosen, and she was going to play her like a master. "Good girl. Show me how badly you want me buried in you, little one." He chuckled into her cunt as he continued lapping at her, making sure his tongue paid attention to her sensitive clit. "Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty alchemist kind of girl. I can almost feel your power, little one. I can feel your ice… I can feel you
Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red. Present day. The full moon shimmered lustrously above Almera. A wonderful moonlight twinkled against the polished surface of the three objects in the old alchemist's palms. Colorful blue, red and purple fires all through her veins as she dropped them into the ground, pushing at the dust until it makes a nice pile over the three items. She patted the earth sweetly once more before turning away, her long gown skimming against the dirt as she returned to the dark cabin. Her white long silver hair sways against her back as she leaves, never once looking out at the road where Pearl stood from the distant. Lurking in the night. Pearl was a wanderer. In a way, she had been a wanderer her entire life. In the last two years, she has taken the job pretty seriously though. This small, quiet village within the eastern part of the Kingdom was nice, unnoticeable, and easy for someone who wanted to disappear to do just that. It had been two years since the incident
That night, leaving her cabin with the hellhound, Pearl went out. The eastern town's road was empty, and nighttime roads were freeing at first, but before long, the sense Pearl was the only person in the realm heightened the aching loneliness that was a persistent, choking weight. Whether it was her latest stalker or the lack of social contact she'd had over the past month as she lost herself in her work, Pearl didn't know, but unexpectedly the quietness was suffocating. Pearl lived as cut off as she could. Alone in the old cabin with only a hellhound for a companion. She tried so hard, so fucking hard, to fight when the need for a werewolf, fae, or a male alchemist's contact and intimacy arose, not wanting to put anyone in danger. But, ultimately, she always broke. When the need to be around other people grew to be too much, she authorized herself brief beats of normality: going to the cute downtown café for coffee, grocery shopping at the farmers' market instead of having her ite
That it would take three shots to even feel the tiniest buzz was irritating at times. While she wanted to keep her wits about her, she also yearned for the blissfulness others seemed to have when they drank, like all their fears no longer made a difference, at least while the effects lasted. After the night she had, and the nerves twisting her belly into a knot at the thought of discovering who was on the other end of this bewildering draw, trying to reach that sort of peace was too irresistible to defy.Faster than anyone could politely anticipate being served in a place this packed, the shots were placed in front of her, laid on a napkin with the man's number scrawled on it. Slamming them back one after the other, Pearl set the now-empty glasses back down, feigning she hadn't seen the writing.Just as she began to turn away, the bartender laid a hand on Pearl's forearm, stopping her midmotion. Her heart skipped a beat, her body immediately beset with the conflicting demands to jerk
Whimpering at the light flick of his tongue, Pearl shivered, her core tightening. Whether the beautiful lycan heard her or just felt her reaction to him, she didn't know, but his hands flexed on her hips, pulling her harder against him, and he groaned, the sound so low she felt more than heard it. She felt something else, like she had known him, like the man was so familiar, like his magic alone was a pull she couldn't resist. She felt this way with Ethan as well. The pull was weakening her senses, like she belonged to his arms, to feel his warmth and passion.Odd. She thought to herself. But she was lost. She needed him. Wanted him.Bewildered with desire, Pearl's hands shook slightly as she continued upward, outlining the straight line of his nose to a set of high cheekbones, then to thick, slashing brows.Who are you, stranger?Ultimately, burying her fingers in his hair, she let out a moan as the silken strands slid through her grip. Long and thick, they had to fall to at least hi
Cursing the barrier of her clothes, she arched into his hand. The leather strained against his seeking fingers when he pressed against her, so hard it almost felt like he was inside of her.It was too much, the sensation overwhelming."That's it, my angel, let go. I've got you. Let go of everything…follow my magic…"Between one breath and the next, pleasure crashed over her in hard, shattering waves. Fingers curling into claws on his forearms, she threw her head back and let it drown her.He held her tightly against him, his hold gentle but unwavering, as she trembled with release, his other hand covering her mouth to muffle the cries she made no effort to silence.The waves were neverending, and his hand never stilled. Even as he tensed behind her, even as he curled his big body around her with a groan, he never slowed."Ah, fuck… I'm going to… "Through the pleasure engulfing her, she felt his big body jerk, felt the hard bar of his shaft pulse through the layers separating them and
Finn, the most feared lycan warrior in the south, watched the beautiful alchemist slipping through the crowd like water while he absently waved a hand to disperse proof of his release. Her actions were lithe and elegant as if this weren't her first time having to flee. Pearl. That was her name, and Finn thought it was gorgeous and she deserved such a name. However, there was something strange about his little beauty, something undeniably mysterious but equally alluring. Finn hadn't realized his companions had already spotted her before he approached, but once he'd seen her, he couldn't have turned away, and they were just as spellbound. Even though the patrons were packed tightly together on the dance floor, he'd noticed her pale blonde hair. Pure and brilliant, it was as lightly colored as a pearl from the shores of the Fire Kingdom, a color no ordinary creature could attain naturally. Then, the bodies parted for just a moment, and he saw her. Once Finn laid eyes on her ealier, h