“He’s my friend.” She begged. “He works for me. Don’t…”I know what he is.“Joe!”Young Joe turned apprehensively to face the inevitable consequence imposingly glaring at him.“Outside!” Savage commanded.Now.“Don’t kill him.” Dimurah implored. Clinging to Savage’s tunic.Blue eyes flicked to hers. Giving her a steady stare. You know better…“Don’t…” She whimpered.Joe walked past Savage and out the door with all the despondency of a man preparing for the noose.Savage rotated on his heel and followed him out.***“What’ve you done, Joe?”You slapped her.“I-I don’t-I didn’t…I’m a damn fool!” He whined.Would you have still realized it without me here? He doubted it.“Yes, Joe. You are. You know my rules.” Savage’s voice was low. Cold.“Yes, Savage Jack.”“Why are you breaking them?” Savage walked a slow circle around the muscled young man. Eyeing him assessingly.Was this intended as a challenge?“I-I…Meant no insult.”No, you didn’t. He assessed.“You touched Dimurah.”“I forgot sh

RADIX MALORUMThe demon was pacing his cavernous chamber. Gray robes hissing over the ground. His angst apparent to anyone that entered his den today. He had no patience to spare anyone.He looked up at the yellow skinned ogre standing in his doorway. Pointed ears and pointed teeth made him distinctly unappealing to look at. “Get me Chavias!”The warlord, Radix’s favorite prisoner, had mentored the boy. And Radix wanted him back.Want to rip him apart for his defiance.His traitorous nature.Radix had inspired many a human to turn on their own kind to do as he bid.But never, never, had a little human turned their back on him and walked away as easily as that one had.An adept killer, no doubt.He should be killing for me. Not killing my armies.“You sures you see him, Master?” Okine asked in his broken way. He’d long since turned from being human and his original language had become somewhat lost over time.I don’t need him to talk. Just to do what I say. And Okine was an apt command

“Hello Murah.”Blue eyes roved his face lovingly. “What is it? Is something wrong?”Not when I’m here. Just being here in her hut, in her room. Surrounded him by her smell, her warmth...Her presence.“No, Murah.” He shook his head. “You’re beautiful.”“I missed you.” She whispered breathlessly. Her eyes blinking sleepily.She’s not fully awake. Knowing that made him sad because he knew what’d happen when came to full wakefulness. It was highly tempting to take advantage of the moment.Too tempting.He pressed his lips to hers and she hummed and folded her body against the side of the bed to draw nearer him and met his kiss. Her tongue dancing with his. He delved into her honeyed sweetness. Tasting each corner of her mouth as if it were new. Feeling her in the same way he yearned to be back inside her.Something she’s been withholding for far too long already.“I missed you too.” He confessed rising.“Don’t go, Jax!” Her small hand shot from under the blankets to catch his wrist.He lo

His stomach clenched as he arched up.“Do it.” She ordered in her sultry female voice.“No.” He forced himself back. His head thudding to the ground so he could watch her. “Not until you do.”He followed her vicious lead. Guiding her hips more roughly forward and back until there was a sheen of sweat coating her body. A rivulet trailing into her cleavage and down her soft belly. Her fingers were flexing into his chest as she gripped him like searching for something to cling to. He flexed his ass to lift higher into her until he felt the barrier of her furthest entrance.She tossed her head back. Red hair falling down her back in a curling mass that brushed his fingers on her hips. Her breasts jutted. The pink crests turning to hard pinpoints. Her inner walls clenching him like a hand massaging him. Growing fiercer in its grip as she came closer and closer.“Give it to me, Murah.” He growled. “Give your body to me. Surrender.”***“I…I…” She was breathing raggedly. Making those beautif

Blue Lark, Dread HideoutSavage sighed. Relieved to be back through the gates of the Blue Lark.And away from the demons for a while.He strode the inner courtyard. Hearing the haggling from the Trader’s Market to the side of the fortress. Women’s voices raising commandingly above the rest.That made a slow smile curve his lips. Dimurah’s barmaids are now some of the most vicious hagglers.Especially Adrea.Belline, the blonde, was usually too busy trying to peddle her other wares to worry about the Trader’s Market.He stepped into Winter’s Haven and smelled the aroma of fresh wood, ale and…Dimurah.I miss her scent when I’m away. He took it in like a drowning man’s first breath.Then he caught the acrid stench of something else. Cimmerii. His head whipped.A demon in The Haven?He proceeded into Winter’s Haven. Heading for his usual spot on the corner of the counter where he had the best vantage point to see the whole tavern. His eyes roved upward to see the high support beams. Quick