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 items delivered, bringing her packages to the Post Office instead of having them picked up. These excursions seemed miniature and unimportant to most, but to Pearl, they were everything.Unfortunately, those excursions were far too brief, hardly fulfilled her need to be around others, and never relieved the one thing she found herself craving the most:male touch.
When it got to the point she could hardly breathe past the longing, she succumbed to the allure and sought out a one-night stand, but at best, those meetings only temporarily numbed the need.
Water, air, and food were essential for nurturing life, but no one ever mentioned touch was just as vital. Each night when she crawled into bed, she ached for companionship.
It had gotten so ominous in the last few months that most mornings she'd wake from dreams of being held in strong arms, of being nestled against a warm, hard chest, only to open her eyes and find herself horribly, achingly alone. Always alone. Memories of the Lycan's warmth from two years ago still haunted her.
Those dreams were so bitterly explicit, that she could swear she sensed him on her sheets: a heady combination of ocean, warm sandalwood, and dark earth.Perhaps it was the phantom of her dream or the loneliness at fault, but unexpectedly, she felt a pulling sensation in her chest, like something was pulling her.
Wondering if her power was acting up again, she searched inside herself. Blowing out a breath when she found it calm and contained, she turned her focus back to that strange pull.
It felt different, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It felt… good. Warm, comforting, exciting.
It felt like… home.
The compulsion to let it steer her, to see where it took her was powerful, so intense she had to purposely stop her hand from torquing the throttle. A feeling of closeness, and a puzzling knowing she would find someone on the other end of the haul soaked over her, bringing with it a keen longing.A softly whispered thought hit her, a hidden longing that had lived inside her from the moment she realized she was different…a lone alchemist that could take someone else's power, and now she had the four elements. But did it make her better? Yes and no. She was still alone, wanted and hiding, still cloaking her real visage. Hiding her real scent and magic so that the king's men couldn't find her.
What if it was someone like her? Someone who could wield four elemental magic at the same time?It didn't matter that it was a remote possibility. It didn't matter that she thought she'd finally managed to accept she was alone. The chance, no matter how minute, there might be someone like her out there was enough to convince herself.
Wary, but unbearably curious, Pearl resolutely followed the pull and let it guide her.
Over an hour later, Pearl found herself passing into town's limits. With the realization there was a good chance she was being led somewhere with people, she tested the neverending well of power in her chest, making sure it was fisted tightly, while she weaved in and out of traffic between the tall buildings.Jutting towers of glass and steel, along with the bright lights of the city, drowned out any view of the moon and stars above. It was one of the things she loved about living on the outskirts of the sprawling metropolis. For some reason, the view of the night sky had always soothed her.Focusing on the pull as it grew stronger with every mile she drove, she let it guide her.
Even though driving into the city had guaranteed she'd be around others, nervousness still slid through her when she pulled into the crowded parking lot of a nightclub. Eyeing the long line of people waiting to get into the building, she hesitated.
Being around so many people was never easy. It didn't matter how tightly she contained her power, there was something about her men and women alike found compelling. In a crowd this large, with inhibitions already lowered by alcohol, Pearl knew she'd have to fend off far more than her fair share of attention.
She focused on the draw, hoping she was wrong and it was leading her somewhere less populated, but no, it was definitely pulling her in there.Fuck it. I've come this far.
Pearl paused once inside the club to scan the mass of writhing bodies on the immense, recessed dance floor—hypnotic strobes of light painting them in flashes of purple, pink, and blue.The music was so loud it felt tangible, the bass pounding in her chest like a second heartbeat.
The darkened club offered her its own brand of freedom. In the shifting shadows, Pearl could pretend to be just another face in the crowd. Below the colored lights and deafening music, there would be no questions to avoid, no small talk to tiptoe around. There was only dancing, drinking, and feeling.
The sense of facelessness that provided settled over her like a comforting blanket. It wouldn't last, but for just an instant, the sense of being invisible was intoxicating.As she watched from the sidelines, the craving to join that squirming multitude, to touch and be touched, had both longing and apprehension coiling inside her.
Looking away from the dance floor, she secretly surveyed the dark, large interior of the club as she made her way through the tightly packed throng of people. A tiny delight filled her with every unexpected brush, every contact with another person, as she aimed for the long bar taking up the whole left wall.Just how touch-starved have I let myself get?
Reaching for the well of power, she tightened her grip on it as firmly as she could to make sure nothing was leaking out, just in case the person on the other end of the pull didn't have the best intentions in mind. She didn't want to give herself away.
Of course, that would only work if they couldn't feel the same pull toward her, but better to err on the side of not getting kidnapped. Again.
The moment she reached the over-populated bar, the closest bartender turned to her like a flower turning its face to the sun, her expression brightening as if Pearl was a best friend or lover instead of a stranger.
"What can I get you, beautiful?" the red-headed woman grimaced, not even endeavoring to shout over the rhythmic beat of the music.
The people on either side of her, who'd been waiting a while to place their orders, turned to her, but the bitterness on their faces lasted only a second. Even knowing they no longer cared she'd unintentionally cut the line, Pearl still smiled apologetically in their directions before focusing her gaze on the bartender's upper cheek.
She didn't know if making direct eye contact made her influence worse, so she seldom did so, unwilling to risk it.
"Three shots, please," she mouthed back, holding up three fingers then making a sharp motion of her hand to signal what she wanted, laying a bill on the counter with the other hand before one of the people bracketing her could.
"You got it, honey." She shoved the bill back at Pearl with a wink. "It's on the house."
She knew better than to press, so she just stuffed the money back into her pocket with a tight smile.
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
Finn's desire had only grown when their powers tangled together earlier, mingling and dancing. When she let him slide his fingers between her shapely thighs, he was hooked. Her confidence, as well as the small gasps and mewls, had turned him molten, making him burn for her as brightly as a pyre in the dead of night. The sweet scent of her—a tantalizing mix of moonlit lilies, springtime thunderstorms, and vanilla—saturated the air with her release, wrapping around him, pulling at his cock, and sending him careening over the damn cliff of release right alongside her. Fuck. A shiver raced through him just thinking of the moment they'd shared. Who was she? What was she doing here? And how had they never crossed paths before now? All he knew was he wanted time to learn the answers to those questions, and if Ethan had his way, the woman would've already been in the King's clutches. The thought was enough to make Finn's growl, the low, protective sound buried under the noise of the club
Strolling to his Ducati, Vergel got on and started it up, then drove into traffic. He didn't wait for a gap, barely missing being run over, ignoring the blaring horns as he turned left. Putting in his earbuds one-handed, he cranked up the music and sang along to the song as he let his mind wander back to her. Always back to her. The hunch he'd had weeks ago now—of glass-green eyes, of power like gilded shadows washing over him, through him—filled his mind. Aside from his brother Ethan and best friend, Finn, Vergel had never cared about anyone and had never felt protective of anyone. But, he felt protective of the little alchemist and had from his first, tiny vision. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe and help her. He may not understand why, yet, but she was important to him—to all of them. That he'd had to tell a little white lie tonight to get his brother and his friend to the club, luring them there under the pretense of capturing the little beauty, barely bothered him. It h
Eastern Mountain.Arriving at her little cabin, Pearl shivered at the memory of the pub as she paced in her living room and kept her eyes on the luminous boxes. Pearl could start over with three magical boxes that trapped three powerful warrior werewolves. Maybe these treasures could help her open a portal to the mortal realm. No longer would she be a drifter, running from her past, running from her father, the king. A smile pulled at her lips, and she had already made up her mind. She was going to find the owner of that soul and make them her slave to do her bidding. Maybe they could help her look for the magic that was missing for her to be able to open a portal. Without another thought, Pearl tossed the onyx boxes into her locker. Alchemists no longer have the darling little reputation that the generations before them had. No, they were feared. Her mother hid her ability away to protect her. Even the king didn't know that she could absorb power from someone else or that she coul
"My name is Pearl," she introduced herself, her tone tinged with affection. She expected less, but this werewolf was magical and powerful. It didn’t acknowledge her at all as it continued to devour its dinner. "Time for your pals."With care, she cradled the red box in her palms. The heat of the flames nipped at her skin as I pushed it into the hot embers.The second one came out just like the first. From a magical mist to a solid wolf form,It climbed out with more strength than the other wolf. Scarlet fur captured the light of the fire in gleaming magnificence. It was just as deadly and beautiful as the other one, ethereal and massive. It growled and seemed to wink at her, but it was not nearly as trusting. Peal couldn't even get close enough to offer the beast a strip of meat without the beast snapping its traitorous snout at her. She tossed the food to the floor, and its paw pulled the meat closer. Low growls emit from its throat with every move she makes. She smiled. "Aren’t you