Lahat ng Kabanata ng Iron Serpent Chronicles: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"Saint?" Kiema asked, her delicious ass pointed up into the air, her head near my lower back as we rushed across the street to the warehouse."Yeah, honey?""You have a seriously fantastic ass. I'm going to bite it one of these days."Ransom laughed behind us. I felt her wiggle, brace herself on her hands that were on my hip bones. "Yours, too, Ransom."His laugh turned to smoke. "Anytime, anywhere."Next thing I know, Kiema is snaking her hands under my shirt, down my pants. Her nails dug into the muscles of my ass.I spanked her, the sound loud as we passed through the back entrance of our home. "No touching."Her hand disappeared. "Sorry. I need your skin. I need it against mine. Hurry, Saint."We pushed into the elevator. Ransom stabbed the button for my fifth-floor home. Pulling Kiema from my shoulder, I lowered her to her feet. She sank to her knees, hands searching out my zipper as her breathing grew ragged and her eyes flickered with heat and lust. My h

I shut the connection before they could yell at me. Ransom's chin dipped ever so slightly. He looked at me. I thought I knew every expression that could possibly wash over my brother's face. I had been wrong. I just hoped my own ferocious agony wasn't written as clearly on my own features. "We've got to hold off long enough for the others to get here," I said mentally.Kiema's hair swished as Heppni moved their shared head. Heppni glared at the room. "What is this infernal buzzing? Do you have insects in your home? Are all humans so filthy?"Almost crying in relief that Heppni couldn't hear our mental thoughts, Ransom and I hatched a hasty plan to keep the entity occupied. I swallowed the bile that crept up my throat at what we both had to do. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Heppni. I do know that Kiema, our Mate, says that she feels phantom sensations in her scalp at times. They've been medically examined. She's fine. There is probably something wrong with h

Hate and rage burned in my soul. If I thought I would be unable to hate anyone as much as I hated my fake parents, I was sadly mistaken. The deity who'd taken refuge in my body was making the men in my life do things they would never have done before. She was hurting them. Through me. Calling on all of the magic I'd linked and bound us together with, I fought like a demon to wrest control from her deranged hands. She fought back, her laughter a taunt that I accepted. I breathed it in, pulled it into my lungs, let it burn in my heart. "You can't beat me, human. You are helpless in the face of my power.""You won't win. They are mine. You have no right to them," I bit back. "Your power comes from me. The power you assume is yours originates from me.""Then I guess you better get used to living without it, bitch, because I own it now." I dug in that sticky place where my magic lived. All of the pieces of my magic were there and whole once again. Then, out of the c

I rocked back on my heels. "No freaking way. That crazy bitch is not my mother. I'd rather claim Ferria and Juan."Hellion winced, shrugged. "Sorry, squeaks, she's your momma."I clenched my teeth. "If she's my mother, and you're her brother, that makes you my uncle. Where the hell have you been my entire life? Why show up, blow golden spheres into my magic, give me a magic knife that can kill deities? Why didn't you sav - " I cut off the flow of words, bit my lip.Hellion's eyes widened. "You didn't kill her. You just made her leave your body." He swallowed. The corners of his eyes tightened. "And I didn't know about you or your life until I met you in that helicopter. I've been searching the worlds trying to find you."I could feel the tears building behind my eyes, gathering on my lids. I turned away from him, handing the knife to Taryk. Saint and Ransom were there immediately, pulling me between them. "Why have you been searching for her?" Taryk asked behind me. "S

"I'm still fucking pissed at you, T. You had no right to keep me out of that room. Out of danger. I can fucking take care of myself. I'm not that stupid teenager anymore," I said. Arms crossed over my chest, breath sawing in and out of my chest like I'd run a freaking marathon. I could feel the heat rushing through my body. "You're right. I shouldn't have told you to stay here." He shook his head, rubbed his hands over his bald, brown head. "I needed one of you alive." He looked back up at me, his eyes sharp and burning. I swallowed back my rage. "We're not them, T. We can take care of ourselves. You aren't responsible for us."He snorted, turned away. "That's a fucking joke. I'm head of security, Xan. It is my literal job to make sure nothing happens to any of you." He spun, drilled a finger in my direction. "I own that. And I don't take unnecessary risks. I do a damn fucking good job of it, too.""Yeah, you do. But if something happens to one of us, it's not your fault. We'