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Austin is a nice guy. No, really, an actual nice guy, not just one of those horrible nice guys. After a messy conversation about his best friend Shay's most recent breakup, things are awkward between the two friends as a huge thunderstorm hits and the power goes out. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. ** You know that one girl?

To feel both victory and crushing distress. His voice stopped her cold…right before it made her blood boil. “I can fulfill your fantasies, cher.” “Stop.” Hand on the doorknob, Morgan paused. She drew in a ragged breath. “Damn you. Just…just stop.” “Non.” He stepped closer, closer, until he curved his hands around her waist, pressed his erection against her ass, and whispered in her ear. “Every last one of your fantasies. Starting right now.” ************ Running into the bedroom seemed like a damn stupid idea for someone trying to avoid the torturous need to have sex with the man chasing her.

"No no no—Paige, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Please." Then the darkness took me completely. "Paige!" His voice cracked completely. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, just—just stay with me. Please. We're almost there, just hold on. Hold on for me, please—Paige, I swear if you don't open your eyes right now—please. Please just stay with me, don't do this—I've got you, okay? I've got you, just hold on—" His voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole.

[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

His mouth opened, but a thousand voices spilled out, not his. Little wolf. She left you. The pack abandoned you. The darkness is the only truth. Become nothing. Become the end. I ran. My armor screamed against the cold. I reached him, grabbed his face in my hands. The void burned my fingers, but I didn’t let go. “Look at me,” I demanded. “Look at me.” His head lifted. His eyes were pits of eternal midnight. But deep inside, a tiny ember flickered. “I’m here,” he breathed, and it was his voice, barely a whisper, drowning in the dark. “Lucy… get out. It’s too strong. I can’t…”

“Please… harder.” Heat crawled up my neck and settled in my cheeks. I felt like an intruder, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop listening. Every word, every sound, seemed to weave its way into me, igniting something I didn’t even know was there. “You’re mine,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper but no less intense. “Do you hear me? No one else gets to make you feel this way.” “Yours,” she panted, her voice breaking. “Only yours.”

"No, please, Odin... no... Not like this... oh God..." He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's what I thought. He gets to call you his wife, but I get to be the first to truly taste you. Don't worry, little bird. I'll make sure you never go hungry again..." I'm too high to hear the rest of the sentence; I'm drowning in darkness and shaking so hard. It's going to explode soon; I can feel it. "Keep going; I'm coming..." I say breathlessly, and Axel, choosing to be a devil, stops, pulls his fingers off. All of them.

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

"Do it." Two seconds later, an echo of an explosion rocked the forsaken house and everyone in it felt the tremor that followed. "What was that?" Denver suddenly jumped off me, and his one-sided-brained wolf guard ran to check the window. "The pack is on fire, boss," he said in dread, and before he could turn back, Darion had already knocked him out. "What did you do?" Denver growled in dread, his fangs out as he charged at me again, but I was already on my feet and with one strike, smote the vein on his neck and he fell limp on the ground, unconscious.