Todos los capítulos de Taming Alpha Rhye: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The next day. Jayson grumbled and moved his head to stare out the window at the rising sun. In the small living room, he was sprawled on his back on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace. The majority of the candles had burned out, and a few were completely out. He inhaled the aroma of lavender and sex that hung heavily in the air. It was a powerful scent, and his body wanted her more although he'd been making love to her all night. Jessa lay draped over his body, her breasts across his thighs, her lips against his shaft, her hands cupping his balls. Every breath she drew, every time she exhaled, he felt it against his softened shaft. His shaft jerked and pulsed in time to her breathing, but Jayson lay limp and drained, basking in the aftermath of the best sex he’d ever had. If he’d had anything at all left in him, he would have been all over her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there feeling absolute satisfaction. Pure contentment. He wanted to wake up every morning for

It was not easy to vanquish a werewolf who was as powerful as Rhye. His powers were terrifying, his intelligence formidable, and the sheer force of his will could overcome the most fearsome adversaries. But there was no getting away from the fact that he had been well and truly brought to his knees by a bad-tempered, unpredictable, aggravatingly beautiful witch. Tucking Lily’s head beneath his chin, Rhye wrapped her tightly in his arms, his gaze ruefully taking in the shards of glass and shattered pictures scattered over the rugs. He never lost control. Certainly not during sex. Not that what he’d just shared with Lily was just sex. It was... hell, he didn’t even have a word for the astonishing sensations that continued to quake through his body. A werewolf would sacrifice everything for his pack, clan, sanity, and every soul to claim such joy. Unfortunately, Lily wasn’t anxious to have anyone lay claim to her. Especially not an arrogant, overprotective werewolf who had the social ski

Stephen, the little demon kicked a stray rock as he wandered along the edge of the town’s river. He’d caught the foul scent of an elf hours ago and had eagerly been on the hunt since. Elfy, the little elf, would pay. Bloody bastard. He'd been convinced that this was his chance to prove Dimitri, the council's leader. His joy was quickly turned to annoyance as the trail led him on a seemingly endless goose chase through the mud and muck that this town generated in plenty. For the umpteenth time, he pondered dropping out of this werewolf-helping business and retiring to a beautiful peaceful location in the mountains or the south. The humidity did nothing for his skin. After all, it wasn’t like the cold-blooded Alpha Rhye actually appreciated his spectacular skills. The alpha barely acknowledged he was a full-blooded demon, let alone treated him with the respect or dignity that was his due. So why was he tromping through the nasty weeds, following an even nastier demon or elf scent, whe

"Didn’t you think that Dimitri might just want to know about Livia’s plan or if he wanted her head?" Alpha Rhye asked. The demon scowled and looked at Lily. "I don't know…the man was creepy but I know, Francisco swore that you were the ones who went to him in the first place." "I did not!" Lily muttered in disgust. "How would you know? If you lost your memory?" Was it possible? But why? "You couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to believe Livia would willingly hand over herself with an ancient pureblood demon lineage to someone with the likes of Francisco," Rhye accused. The demon tried to cringe from Rhye, obviously more afraid of the looming werewolf than the angry witch perched on top of him. Smart Demon. He thought, but now that Dimitri was involved, he was not sure what Dimitri truly wanted. Things might have gone from ordinary to complicated, but he would never hand Lily to him, not unless the council leader told him everything he needed to know in the first place. The demo

Rhye despised both elf and demon magic. He'd grown accustomed to being at the top of the food chain as an alpha werewolf. He was the jolt in the darkness that frightened the other creatures. Yet, for all his power, he had no resistance against Garnald's plunge through the portal, and he was enveloped by the persistent sting of the odd mist that seemed to cut into his skin with cruel pleasure. He had a brief opportunity to bask in the fact that he'd kept the demons' dirty hands off Lily before being propelled out of the portal with enough force to bash his skull into a cement wall. He was temporarily disoriented and didn't comprehend that magic wasn't the only risk. Not until he heard the bang of a thick door and turned to find himself in a jail designed specifically for demons. Anything supernatural. Werewolves are included. He gently turned, allowing his senses to flow forth while furiously wiping the blood from his brow. The fact that they were deep underground, which meant no e