One evening, as the three of us sat in the library, Daniel finally spoke. "Your great, great, great ancestor is Sharella," he said, his eyes on me.My heart stuttered. Sharella, the woman who had tried to kill us? I couldn't believe it. "But...I don’t understand..."Holding up his hand, he continued, "Madeleine was not your foster grandmother, Cat, she was *your* real grandmother, unlike Rook and Keeley. However, she didn't carry the hybrid gene," Daniel continued, his gaze flicking to Rook. "It skipped ten generations. But it was always meant to come to you, Cat. The power was passed down through your lineage, waiting for the right moment to manifest."Rook's fists clenched, his jaw tightening. "What are you saying?" he demanded."I'm saying," Daniel said, his voice steady, "that the darkness you fear in her is a part of her heritage. And if you can't accept it, you can't truly be by her side."The room was filled with emotion, the words echoing in my mind like a curse. Was I destine
As the days turned to weeks, I watched Cat grow more powerful, more in control of the darkness that lurked within her. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just playing with fire, dancing closer and closer to the flames without realizing the true extent of their heat.One evening, after a particularly grueling session, I found her sitting in the garden, her eyes distant, lost in thought. I sat beside her, not speaking, just being there.“What are you thinking about?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.Her gaze snapped to me, and for a moment, I saw the girl I’d grown up with, the girl who’d held my heart captive for so long.“I’m thinking about us,” she said softly. “And what we’re going to do when all of this is over. If there’s an us left.”The words hung between us like a question mark, and I knew she was referring to the prophecy, the one that had brought us all together, the one that threatened to tear us apart.“There’s always going to be an us, Cat,” I said firmly
(Trigger warning: This story contains drug use and explicit adult content.)**MARLOWE**A light flush of sweat coated my skin for I needed a fix, and I needed it badly, so when Auriella held out the pills in her hand, I took them from her without question, quickly swallowing them with a drink from my bottled water. "Your dad wants you in the room tonight, he said you have a request," she told me, watching me recap the bottle.I grimaced. "Do I have to? You know what happened the last time."She gave a small snort. "Of course you do," she quipped, her tone that of disbelief I was even asking. At fifty-two, Auriella was my dad's ol' lady, as well our House Mother, and it was her job to make sure everything ran smooth within the compound, as well the clubhouse, and just like my dad, she ruled it all with an iron hand. I'd seen her beat the shit out of some of the girls for a simple eye roll when they didn't like what they had been told to do. I didn't like Auriella much, and she didn'
With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder, afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone.Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again.As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest. Then, without so much as a pause in my actions, I lowered myself toward the floor. In a slight squat, I maintained the position for several seconds, moving my hips to the beat before easing my way back up. Once again standing and with slow deliberateness, I let my knees brush his crotch, my breasts hovering near his face. Seconds later and with a seductive move, I pl
At our appearance in the hallway, Darius Moss, one of the prospects, came charging toward us. Torin continued plowing forward, shoving him out of the way as he snarled, "Get the fuck out of the way Darius before I knock your ass out!"As we passed by Darius when he hastily stepped out of the way, Darius exclaimed, "What the fuck, Tor? What the hell are you doing? Stye ain't gonna be happy, man!""Fuck Stye," Torin snarled as he slammed his way through the exit door.~TORIN~It had been hard as fuck not to burn the club down after I'd gotten Marlowe out and brought her to my room. It wasn't as if I hadn't known what she did. Fuck, I'd been trying to convince myself for the last few weeks not to go into that fucking room. To stay the hell away from it. However, when I had gotten back from the run, I'd given in to that weakness and requested she dance for me. And God, how she'd made me want her—not like I hadn't forever it seemed anyway. I'd told myself just this once I'd enjoy her danc
The following thirty-six hours were pure hell. Torin tried to make me feel better, as I shook, cried, cramped, screamed, cursed, as well suffered through horrible bouts of diarrhea and vomiting. But I did nothing but snarl, bitch, whine, and complain. Three days after the worst year of my life, I was finally beginning to feel half-human again, when the smell of food cooking hit me square in the face. My stomach churned once again, and turning, my hand covering my mouth, I bolted toward the bathroom.Despite my vain effort, halfway down the hall, the contents of my stomach gave up its struggle. Falling to my knees, I vomited, then completely collapsed to the floor. As I lay in my own puke, I was unable even to find the will to pick myself up out of it. Once again feeling disgusted with myself for having fallen so far from the dreams I'd once held. Tears of shame began to trickle down my cheeks as I curled into a ball, but at the thud of Torin's boot heels on the floor coming toward
At the sensation, shrill whimpers of pleasure escaped me, the sound causing him to feast upon me until I was almost mad with the need for release. Once again rising, he molded us, belly to back. Then, reaching around me, he penetrated my slick opening with a finger, slowly beginning to pump it in and out as he groaned, "Fuck, baby, you're soaked." After a few seconds of pleasuring with one finger, he slipped in a second. The feelings he was creating within me were too much, and I pushed down on his fingers burying him deeper within me. The tingles of my orgasm rippled up and out from my core, causing me to utter a scream of pure ecstasy. Afterward, calming, I found myself thankful for the wall and the strong body holding me up. Breathless and still tingling from the mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew they wouldn't have supported me. The thrumming inside the feminine heart of me continued as I rested the side of my face against the cool wetness o
The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. Confusion swamped through me as I climbed off the mattress, then made my way out of Torin's room and toward my own.After softly closing the door behind me, I made my way over to my dresser and pulled out clean panties, a tank top, and a pair of shorts. Once dressed, I hurried from my room and toward the kitchen. As I entered the room's large expanse, I was happy to see the only one occupying it was Crystal. Over the rim of her coffee cup, she eyed me, amusement and a knowing look written on her features. Smiling at me, she greeted me with a chuckle in her voice. "Good Morning, Marlowe. Did you have an enjoyable night's sleep?""Morning, Chrys," I returned, giving her a curious look at seeing her lips twitch with held back laughter. What's with her? I mused, giving my head a small shake.The sound of bike's revving their engines filtered into the kitchen as I moved about, preparing myself a cup of coffee. There was always some kind of noise a
As the days turned to weeks, I watched Cat grow more powerful, more in control of the darkness that lurked within her. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just playing with fire, dancing closer and closer to the flames without realizing the true extent of their heat.One evening, after a particularly grueling session, I found her sitting in the garden, her eyes distant, lost in thought. I sat beside her, not speaking, just being there.“What are you thinking about?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.Her gaze snapped to me, and for a moment, I saw the girl I’d grown up with, the girl who’d held my heart captive for so long.“I’m thinking about us,” she said softly. “And what we’re going to do when all of this is over. If there’s an us left.”The words hung between us like a question mark, and I knew she was referring to the prophecy, the one that had brought us all together, the one that threatened to tear us apart.“There’s always going to be an us, Cat,” I said firmly
One evening, as the three of us sat in the library, Daniel finally spoke. "Your great, great, great ancestor is Sharella," he said, his eyes on me.My heart stuttered. Sharella, the woman who had tried to kill us? I couldn't believe it. "But...I don’t understand..."Holding up his hand, he continued, "Madeleine was not your foster grandmother, Cat, she was *your* real grandmother, unlike Rook and Keeley. However, she didn't carry the hybrid gene," Daniel continued, his gaze flicking to Rook. "It skipped ten generations. But it was always meant to come to you, Cat. The power was passed down through your lineage, waiting for the right moment to manifest."Rook's fists clenched, his jaw tightening. "What are you saying?" he demanded."I'm saying," Daniel said, his voice steady, "that the darkness you fear in her is a part of her heritage. And if you can't accept it, you can't truly be by her side."The room was filled with emotion, the words echoing in my mind like a curse. Was I destine
The gravity of his revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. If Sharella had already caught wind of what Catriana was, we were in far more trouble than I had ever imagined."So what do we do?" Keeley spoke up, breaking the tension.Reif's smile was grim as he looked at Catriana. "We need to make sure you’re ready for what's coming. And we need to find a way to protect you, without you becoming the very thing we are trying to save you from."~CAT~Days passed, and we all tried to resume our lives as if the battle with Sharella had never happened. Rook and Keeley went about their coven duties, while I threw myself into my training, pushing my powers to their limits. Yet, the tension remained thick in the air, a constant reminder of the secrets we were keeping.Mornings found us pretending that everything was normal, sipping coffee and exchanging pleasantries over breakfast. Reif had somehow managed to charm his way into the coven's good graces, and even though his presence was unnerving,
Keeley chuckled despite herself, breaking the tension in the room. "Well, when you put it like that..." she said, helping me pull on one of Rook's oversized t-shirts.Rook shot her a glare, which she returned with a playful smack to his arm. "Okay, okay," she said, "but we do need to figure out what to do with this mess."Reif looked around the room, taking in the shattered furniture and the dark magic residue that hung in the air. "Well, I can't say I'm much of a housekeeper, but I can help with the heavy lifting." He bent down to pick up a piece of the broken bedframe, flexing his biceps in a way that made it clear he was enjoying the situation far more than he should.I couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the moment breaking like a dam. "Thanks," I said, "but I think we've got it covered."Rook groaned, rubbing his head. "What I wouldn't give for a pint of blood right now."Keeley snorted. "And here I thought you liked living on the edge," she teased.We all laughed, the sound
The door to the bedroom crashed open, shaking the very foundation of the house as if hit by a tornado. Sharella’s cackle filled the room---a sound so malicious it sent a chill down my spine.Rook's eyes snapped open, and he threw himself in front of me, his body a wall of protection."You laid with her?" Sharella's voice was like a serpent slithering through the air, each word a deadly venom. "Goddess, you're stupid. Your bond to her will be your downfall, Rook."I looked up at Rook, the horror of what was happening finally registering. "What does she mean?" I whispered, my voice trembling.He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at Sharella, his eyes blazing with a rage that could have set the room on fire. "Get the fuck out of here," he snarled.Sharella's laugh grew louder, echoing through the room. "You think you can protect her?" She stepped closer, the shadows playing across her face. "You, with your pathetic vampire powers and your curse? I'll have her, and you'll watch as I take
I stared at Rook, with a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable excitement."So, what does it all mean?" I asked , my voice hushed.Rook's expression grew tight, his jaw clenching as he took a step closer to me. "It means," he began, his voice low and intense, "that I have to be careful. I can't risk losing control, especially around you.""But what if you do?" I couldn't help whispering, my eyes locked with his because of my own darkness. "What if the creature inside of you takes over?"Rook's eyes searched mine, the depth of his pain reflected in the depths of his own. "Then you'll have to save me," he murmured. "As I've always tried to save you."Drawn like a magnet, I stepped closer to him. "And what if I can't? What if the darkness is where you truly belong, though?"He took a deep, unsteady breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'll have to be the one to save us both," he said, his voice a mere breath.The room around me faded away with his nearness, the warmt
Chills skittered down my spine at the woman’s words, but as she continued, dread filled my every pore. "You see, I intend to test Rook's blood lust. And who better to do that with than someone he holds so dear?"I stood frozen in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding against my chest as the realization of my dire situation sank in. Sharella, with her flowing jet-black hair and porcelain skin, seemed to embody a haunting beauty that belied the darkness within her.“Rook would never harm me,” I breathed.Sharella's face was a twisted canvas of emotions, her lips pulled into a sinister smile. Her voice carried a malevolent lilt as she spoke, sending icy tendrils down my spine. "Oh, my dear," she sneered, "harm is but a pale word to describe what he will do to you."Her eyes glimmered with an unsettling confidence, casting an ethereal glow upon her features. "You see, Rook," she said, her voice laced with an otherworldly charm, "is not quite what you believe him to be."I leaned in, my cur
~ROOK~Three Hours LaterWhen I’d entered Catriana's room, I'd had no intention of doing what I'd done. Hell no I hadn't, I'd actually come to apologize for my actions earlier, but I hadn't been expecting what I'd found when I'd pushed through the doorway, either. Fuck, I mean, Jesus Christ, what red-blooded male wouldn't have reacted the same way I had!The vision that had been before me had nearly brought me to my knees with need, the hunger I'd carried for Catriana beat strongly within my groin, causing the usual swelling behind my zipper as I'd moved toward her masturbating figure like an automated puppet before slipping into bed beside her. I was no more able to deter my next action than I could have willingly stopped breathing as I laid my hand over hers, husking for her to keep going. However, I'd quickly came undone, as shifting our hands, she pushed me backward until my back rested against the bed, then climbing on top of me, she'd began grinding against my hard-on. Sweet me
The rest of the day was a blur, the weight of Grandma's death and the looming threat of the unknown attacker pressing down on everyone at the academy. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, waiting for the next explosion of emotion or accusation.At dinner, I sat next to Keeley, my eyes darting to Rook at the head of the table. He was deep in conversation with the coven leaders, his expression serious. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, mixed with anger and fear.The food was barely touched on my plate as I pushed it away. Keeley gave me a concerned look. "Everything okay?""No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it will be."The evening brought a moment of reprieve as Keeley and I snuck out to the conservatory. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of the fountain was soothing. We sat in silence for a long time, just listening to the water and the crickets outside.Finally, Keeley broke the silence. "What are we going to do?" she as