“See how wet I am for you?” I purred, drunk with lust. A snarl slid between his gnashed teeth. He dug his fingers into my hips and sat up. Just as he readied to flip us over, I stopped him with a hand on his chest. Some of the haze cleared from his eyes. “I’m in control here.” I said, removing my

Jada pursed her lips before grabbing a glass of orange juice to her left, which I knew was heavily doused with champagne, and took several gulps. Harley clinked their glasses together and followed suit. “Why do prophecy’s always have to be so dark and gloomy? Why can’t this one be about sweet, swee

Lilac’s P.O.V. “I change my mind; I don’t want to do this.” A wall of muscle carrying the scent of my mate blocked me from turning around and marching my ass out of the building. Nox had his arms folded over his chest, but I knew if I tried to book it they’d be around me in an instant. “You’re wi

It turned out opening up was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Half an hour in and Norah’s constant stream of questions had taken their toll. What did Phineas subject you to? How do you think that’s affected your sense of self? Are there times where you feel as though you’re not truly here?

“Go ahead.” Norah smiled encouragingly. She cleared her throat, her voice crackling softly. “My name is Annamaria Einar, and I was kept in that place for over fifteen years.” Unease rippled over the others, causing many to shift in their seats. Pitying glances were thrown her way, but she acknowled