Decan Scorpio Novels & Stories

I licked my lips and looked up at him. "That was um, very hot," I mumbled softly and pulled away when I saw the bottle of cognac. I hurried to the decanter and took a big swig to calm my frayed nerves. Deagon watched me curiously and his eyes widened at me drinking his stash. "That's made for reapers," he stated firmly and grabbed the decanter from my hand. "I don't understand how you can see reapers, drink our liquor, and kiss me, it's all very confusing," he mumbled softly and sat the crystal decanter on the table. He glanced at me and grinned devilishly.

Before I could assess more, Xander helped me into my seat, holding my hand as I lowered myself onto the elegant furniture. I flinched slightly as I pressed my bare back against the throne. I could make out the intricate carvings etched into it. It was absolutely breathtaking. The carvings were mostly symbols that marked just how powerful the Deathshade pack was and how powerful their royals were. Like I said, I did my research. Xander stood in front of me, facing the still bowing crowd. The music stopped abruptly. “You may rise” he ordered and everyone straightened. “Thank you all for coming here.” His loud voice boomed all around the quiet hall, jerking me out of my thoughts.