Under the MoonPamela shot out of the party like a thousand hellhounds were descending upon her. Enzo was an Alpha, and a strong one from the smell of him as he gathered closer to her and her friends. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would have been mated to such a wolf. She was a deer captured in the headlights; she was no deer. She was the fierce sigma trained heavily by her father's grueling training ever since she could walk. Clayton was more robust than any alpha in his territory for miles, her father knew that, but he never let that get to his head. He enjoyed the quiet so much he never thought he would have a daughter.He had found her mother in the middle of the woods, a human of all things, who thought she could brave the elements of the harsh winters. This human, who was extra bubbly considering her predicament, caught Clayton's eye and of course, his wolf howled, screaming at him that she was his mate. Vivian had enough provisions to camp for many w
ChristineI screamed as I jumped out of my coma-like state. My hands reached for the one person that would make me feel safe, and that was Sebastian. His face full of worry, he pulled me to his bare chest, calming me with his touch."Shit, are you alright?" Letting out a breath of unquestionably to be alcohol, I nodded to him. I panted, seeing that the darkness outside still lingered. "I felt like I was falling, and I woke up, some crazy dream I can't even remember," I rambled. Sitting up, I pushed my legs over the bed for Sebastian to pull me back. "Did you dream anything?" He pressured me, and his concerned look only had me shake my head. "No, I passed out from drinking too much, I guess. I've got a bad headache," I rubbed my head delicately. Biting his lip, he picked me up, and I squealed as he carried me to the bathroom. "Why do you vampire and werewolf people carry their mates so much?" I chuckled, still feeling the pounding in my head. "Mate thing," he shrugged his shoulder
ChristineCold water drenched me, my nipples instantly retracting and hardening all at the same time. Coughing, my hands reached out, trying to either push away Wyatt or move the smoke that had enclosed me. Instead, Sebastian's warm body was already in the tub, pulling me away from the cold waters.He was drenched, head to toe, in his pants, dress shirt, and vest, his eyes widening as my fingers gripped into his shirt. Hell, even though I was scared to death right now, he was still the sexiest thing alive."What happened?" I croaked. My hair tangled with ice cubes, my naked body hanging in the air as he lifted me over the tub while his long legs stepped over. Yanking a towel from a nearby rack, he pulled me to my feet, wrapping my body. "Is she alright?" Rowan barged in, along with his mate Adaline whose hair was disheveled. Her grip tensed on her mate only to let go suddenly to touch my arm. "Goddess, you saw him, didn't you." I bit my lip, unsure if this was a dream or reality. I
"It will be pleasurable, just as last time," he nipped my ear. My core rubbed into his groin while he grunted. "And, once you have changed, I can be as rough with you as I want." I squeaked, halting my rhythmic assault on his crotch for him to laugh. Sebastian pushed a lock of hair away from my face, his smile beaming, showing his teeth. "I'm going to find the bastard and kill him," he promised me. The human part of me wanted to tell him not to hurt him. I did have many happy years with Wyatt, but most of it was a lie. The new Christine, the one about to become a fairy tale, only nodded in agreement. "Do what you must," I muttered. Sebastian's satisfied smile crashed his lips onto me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and he lifted me to the bed. My legs wrapping around his waist, I rubbed my hips up and down his length. "You're going to get in trouble," he threw me to the bed, and I bounced, giggling. He ripped my pants off in one go, and I pulled my tunic off, laying bare for him
SebastianChristine's body shut down, letting the venom finally reach her extremities. This was the hardest part. Not for her to feel the pain but for me to sink my fangs deeper into the bone. It was by no means pleasant for her but for a vampire inflicting the pain on their beloved, it was pure agony. I held my fangs into her body. Her eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion. The human's fight or flight reflex was hard to overcome. Christine's body was strong, and keeping her to where she didn't hurt herself, such as my fangs accidentally shifting and hitting a major artery while I was buried deep into the bone, would not favor well. Especially with her blood clotting issues. Her body limp, I kept my fangs inside, seeping more of the venom into her. Once I felt the bond release me of the strong urge to change her, I retracted my fangs, licking her now bruised skin. It would remain a bruise for several days as the venom works to turn her soft skin into something stronger. My nose follo
Of shit, I died and went to hell."Far from it," the soothing voice beckoned me as I stood. I wore a deep crimson dress, one fit for a vampire's mate in some sort of dark Victorian romance. My hand traced the intricate designs, feeling the tiny ribbons of gold threading and the long sheer sleeves of the dress. My finger pricked something too sharp, and my finger began to bleed.Before I could panic, the blood that had slipped between my finger stopped and the scratch healed. "It's a stunning dress on you, but I don't think it's your style." A woman around my height stepped from behind the dead tree. Taking in my surroundings, I was sure I had died because this place was barren. There was no life. Skulls of animal bones decorated the dense forest where we now stood. The leaves crunched in response to my turns as I took in what the scene was worth.Burning timber smoke fell around us. The thickness of the smoke had me cough while it settled at our feet. Waving my hands about my face to
ThirdSebastian paced up and down the lowly lit bedroom. The carpet by the window was wearing thin, and the stubble on his cheeks had grown. It had been two more days, and Christine still lay in the bed asleep. From the occasional stir of her eyelids fluttering to the tiny twitches of her hand, it was the only life he seemed to sense in her. Even her heart had begun to beat softly but still beating to the same rhythm of his, but so faintly it had him curse beneath his breath.Sebastian called Rowan up to his room several times during those days, having the coven physician in tow. The physician checked the beating of her heart, using needles to draw out her blood and checking for clotting factors that had appeared in those few days. Sebastian watched him as he nodded, mumbling everything was according to schedule, and she would wake soon.But how soon?Sebastian continued to pull at his hair. The thought of getting cleaned up, neatly shaven, and ready for his beloved to wake sat in th
Her core was a throbbing mess. Something between the taste of his blood, and the thirst had her growling, and she paused midway up Sebastian's chest to see his bright red eyes staring down at her. "It's alright, it's normal," he purred. "Keep going," he said huskily as Christine continued to lick him clean until she reached the cut that poured the sweet nectar from his body. It had already healed, and the scar was already fading. Christine's hair was pulled back, Sebastian lacing his fingers into the weave of luscious blonde locks and smashed his lips on hers. His fangs nipped her lips, causing blood to drip down her cheek. Licking her clean slowly, her cut was already healing. They panted as they pulled away. "Are you going to be my good little mate and drink from me, or will I have to tease you until you finally give in?" Christine's eyes widened, her heart racing in her chest. As much fun as it sounded to be teased and finally be given something, her throat was as dry as the Sah