Enzo pushed forward, the tip coming in contact with the cherry he had just licked so passionately. Driving past, Pamela hissed, but Enzo did not pause to Pamela's reaction. Pamela was strong, and the tiny bit of pain to deal with before their pleasure was worth it to him. Enzo fucked her senseless, and Pamela craved more. His hips thrust forth, his body pushing his knees upward so he could pull Pamela upward while he jackhammered her into the soil.The small animals looked on in fear, scurrying away as Enzo pushed deeper inside her. Her pussy was a vice, trying to suck him dry of his seed. One day, he hoped he would put that one pup in her that all sigmas want. They would spoil the shit out of that pup. Giving it the most care and raising it to be the leader that would even rise above the great Alpha Wesley of the Black Claws in the northeast of the country. He pushed harder into her, giving her a devilish look as she tried to scream his name. "Don't you scream, your pleasure is for
Sebastian"I'm dying," Christine, who drank like a messy fangling, slumped into my shoulders as she licked the last remnants of my blood. Blood dripped down into my brand new white dress shirt, and her fingers were embedded into the fabric, causing it to wrinkle. This was why I wanted to feed her back in our room, but as many humans would say, shit hit the fan. "Come on, Bella, let's get you back to the house and clean you up," I muttered in her ear. "No," she said, muffled into my shoulder. "Just let me die here." I shook my head, unable to understand why she was having such trouble getting up, but then I recalled the first time I went too long without feeding. She was blood drunk.She was damn drunk off my blood by drinking far too much. Christine had done a fine job steadying herself as she drank, partially because she thought she would take too much from me. Vampires regenerate far too quickly for that to ever happen, but her delicate heart couldn't understand that."Carry meee
ChristineHoly hairy monkey balls. My ex-dad stared at us like he had won the lottery. The arrogant look on his face let me know he didn't give an absolute shit that there were more vampires in the room than his lonely self. That bares the question is, how powerful is he?Hell, how did mom and I not know?The façade of being an airline pilot was the perfect cover. He was gone for weeks at a time and came home only when it seemed to be the least convenient time for the both of us. He showed up right when we were happy with just each other, but he would destroy that in an instant. Demanding mom should attend certain functions with him, get his face out there for all the humans to find him entirely and utterly handsome and trustworthy.Other than that, there was no other sign he would have been some creepy warlock. We didn't have any black cats, no locked door to the basement, no magical fairies dusting the house. How he had kept us from this was insane. We didn't know him, even more so
SebastianI wanted to kill him myself.And here I was, holding my beloved in my arms, gently stroking the back of her head. I wanted nothing more than to destroy her father, but she clutched me too tightly. For now, I would hold her close, keep her safe in my arms but soon, I would get her the justice she deserves. Vanessa and Christine were dropped bombs of hidden truths in just minutes of each one. Who knew what other secrets the warlock held, but I was sure that this Assassin standing before us knew very well what they were. It was no coincidence that the Assassin was here, The Death Flock had a purpose: to take care of their intended target. This makes me believe that Broderick was being hunted. "Get them to the bunker," Rowan shouted, shaking us all from our thoughts. Suron stood there with his popcorn bag on the floor. His mouth hung open. I could smell the blood tears in his eyes when Broderick spoke of the death of these babies. Suron had a soft heart that loved to care for
ChristineHearing the gentle click of the door, Sebastian walked down the hallways and left me to sleep. He tucked me in like a giant burrito along with Bob, thinking I would be simply fine without him.Oh, if he only knew.Somehow, I had calmed my heart when he ‘rocked’ me to sleep, making him think that I was zonked. It was weird. My heart was now both a voluntary and involuntary muscle response. Unlike humans, you can’t control your heartbeat, it kind of just does its thing. Not when you are a vampire. I could slow it, make it move faster, or match Sebastian's.So freaking weird.While he held me, I slowed it, to help soothe myself and keep it from beating out of my chest. It kept me grounded; it kept me from ripping through the room and claw every pillow until feathers dusted every surface. Slowing it down so much, he must have thought I had truly fallen asleep. Sebastian did what he could. I knew he was upset, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help me with the feeling I
Christine“If you expect me to go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.“Nuh uh,” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was laying.“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled, because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.Gods help me.“He’s gone,” the deep voice from the other side of the room muttered. “His body has retreated to the Underworld. Hopefully Hades’ will take care of him. I’ll take my leave.” Hearing the creek of the door open, it let in the s
Sebastian Christine sat on her knees, her night silk nightgown tickling her skin down to mid-thigh. The silk draped down her body, her nipples already hardened. A chill ran down her spine, as my hands traced the cover that hid her delectable body. Her hands lifted the base of the gown, pulling it over her head, leaving her in a black, laced panties. “Goddess, you are beautiful,” I forced from my lips. Speaking to her was always difficult when she bared her body to me. She made me speechless, made my heart flutter lightly in my chest. The room was still dark, despite it being late morning. The curtains moving with the air in the room, gently swaying on the carpet. My ears now turned to be in tune with the woman that was in front of me, because it was only she that mattered. Christine’s hair, which she had meticulously put in a braid before we went to bed, laid over her shoulder, tickling my chest as she straddled over me. “So, do I get to taste a little of heaven?” Kill. Me. Now.
ChristineA beat of silence swept across the room. Many expressed concerns to their mates and beloveds like it was some sort of joke. The war in Bergarian was a hot topic for days, but always talked about in the seclusion of their homes.Nights spent in the living room with Rowan, Adaline and my parents were nothing but hushed whispers while the Assassin stood in the corner. Just watching. Even he was unsettled as we whispered of the gloom that could rapidly come to earth.The dark wizardry had been contributed to by something we didn’t know, the portal closing almost without warning. The Bergarian royals had brought the strongest Alpha werewolf of Earth along with his luna, that had experience in beating a demon which had inhabited a witch’s body. This brought more questions.More rumors, more speculations as we sat around in the small circle of friends. Suron did not make many comments, but Enzo certainly had his theories.Enzo had returned before the declaration of the portal to be