The trip back home was quiet. Demetri looked ready to kill me when I told him that I didn't ask my Aunt how to break the bond. I understood his anger, but I also knew it was for the best. He wanted to be free, but he also wanted it to happen after he found a way to trick me into being with him.There was just something about her or someone in her house that I didn't trust.I immediately made my way to the kitchen for a cold glass of water, needing a moment away from the brooding and dangerous man following behind me."This conversation is not over, my little witch." He growled out. I had been ignoring him most of the car ride, just needing time to think. How would I find answers now unless I sold myself to the devil and made a deal with one of Demetri's contacts? "You state that you could not trust her. If she is the threat, we need to eliminate her as soon as possible."I shook my head and placed the glass down on the counter. "It's not that simple, and

"Ms. Hastings, that is a very serious accusation." Detective Sullivan grumbled at me, not seeming to care about the fact that I had just been in a car accident. His biggest concern was that I had ordered him out here and disrupted his day off. "I understand that! That doesn't change the fact that my parents were murdered a couple months ago, and now my brakes were tampered with!" My voice rose, and multiple heads turned. It seemed the police department thought it important to send out an extra patrol car or two since my family was one of their largest donors. Of course, I was considering cutting back on our annual donation the longer it went with a lack of attention on my parent's case. "We will need to have your vehicle inspected before we can make the claim that this was attempted murder." He added, and my jaw tightened. "And when will that be done? How long will it take before you start questioning any potential witnesses or pulling the footage from securi

I had been failing to study for over twenty minutes before I finally gave up. Demetri shifted on the couch next to me, and the temptation to look down to see if he was turned on by the couple fucking on the large flat-screen TV was too hard to resist. He had remained silent, but it was the loud moaning and groaning that could now be heard, even with my headphones in, that was distracting. A quick flick of my eyes over to the man next to me confirmed that his were locked on the screen, only his eyebrows were pulled together. Would it be an invasion of his privacy if I were to take a quick peek? As the person that he was trying to convince to be his mate, I think that entitled me a small look to see what he was offering. If I were trying to get a guy to be with me, I would dress to extenuate my features in hopes of him seeing something he liked. Maybe a low-cut shirt or a tight pair of jeans just to give him something to look at that he would want to think about when I

The feeling of being touched, stroked, and gripped in multiple places at once was a new sensation. One that would take time to get used to. Somehow he seemed to control the air, bending it to his will into warm hands, to touch more of me without it being overwhelming. Without feeling like there was more than just the two of us. I would honestly be able to say that I wasn't disappointed by the development. Nothing was left out. As he continued to pepper my neck with kisses while his fingers pumped in and out of me, he was also able to stimulate my nipples and grab my ass. It was incredible. I felt myself building, my nails planting firmly into his shoulders. It had to have been the fastest I had ever gotten off, but then he stopped, and my eyes popped open. "Do you feel that? The way that your body yearns for me. The way your magic calls out to mine. This is more than the bond." He slowly began to pump in and out of me again, just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to distrac

Seraphina's P.O.V. Demetri was otherworldly in every sense of the word. He owned and possessed my body in ways that I couldn't have imagined before I let him have his way with me… and he did have his way with me. I was weak to his every demand and want. He wasn't lying when he had said that it was more than just an attraction, more than the bond. It felt separate from that. It was like I was tethered to him from the casting that brought him here. I could feel the yarn-like pull between us anytime we got too far away from one another. But, that was it. There were no emotions or feelings. Yet with every day that passed, I felt him more and more. Separate from the thread keeping us together was a primal need to fuck him until he couldn't remember the feel of any other before me. It was like a drug pumping through my veins, blurring all other thoughts and making it so I was only able to focus and think about him when he was near. It didn't help that he made me laugh, and I was startin