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[Xanthea] (TW: Readers discretion advised.) * * * Being held by Raven was like being stuck in a tornado of flames. His searing touch was always so intense I feared I might crumble into ashes. My breaths broke into painful gasps and moans. Short. Fast. Feral. I couldn’t speak to him, or dare touch him. I couldn’t even open my eyes and see how I was being consumed. I couldn’t comprehend a thing. My body was hurting everywhere, more like aching beneath his touch.

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It should be, but it's not. These words from my book may not be settling into my mind, but Hale sure has. He saved me. That's it. And he's trying to help me... But when he looks at me, the way my stomach flutters in response does not arise from Hale's saviour tendencies. It's because he teases something up within me that I'm not willing to acknowledge just yet. "He's insanely hot, and he has that brooding, enigmatic look about him that makes me want to tear his clothes off." Eyla's just mumbling at this point, making me privy to the deep Pureblood fantasy she has admitted to divulging into since meeting Hale.

I told him, keeping my right hand wrapped tightly around Fantine's fingers while my alpha heat hummed strong through our pack link. "Are you ready to step through these front doors with me, Fantine, or do you want me to go inside first with my blade out to draw their fire?" I asked, looking down at her face while she adjusted her grip on her mother's journal. "I am stepping right beside you, Riley, because those six enforcers inside the foyer need to hear my voice and see this journal the moment those wooden doors open," she answered, her voice firm and steady as she reached up with her free hand to squeeze my forearm.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

An hour or so later Raphael stirred and opened his eyes lifting his huge head he looked around him, the Hunters were gone and he frowned, ‘He had been trapped hadn’t he?’ His thoughts stopped as he felt the small weight on his side turning his head he growled softly at the sight of the beautiful little Fae curled into his body. ‘She had saved him!’ He thought gazing at her, remembering what she had done for him he studied her intently, this was no ordinary Fae, she was incredibly beautiful, her white blonde hair tumbled around her like a silver cape, the short toga style dress she wore barely covered her luscious body. Raphael felt himself stirring her body was perfect. Even stained with the

My wolf was quiet but eager, like she could already taste Rhys's blood. Victor's gaze flicked to me, heat flaring for a second before he locked it down. "Rhys has maybe thirty fighters left," Jax said, tapping a red circle. "Desperate. Cornered. That makes him dangerous, but it also makes him stupid." Kira stepped forward, chin high. "He's called every favor he's ever owned. Mercenaries. Rogues. Even tried the vampires up north, they laughed in his face." A low chuckle rippled around the room.

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I frowned as I could see no sign of him. “What does it matter? Scurried off to some hole, I am sure.” Rivyn took my hand, drawing me back to the shelves I had come from. He plucked a book at random from the shelf. “Here, try this one,” he said, and guided me back to the table before returning to his seat and the book he studied. I opened the book to the first page. The elegant script introduced the book as being written by a man who claimed to have lived amongst the Fae, and from his experience in the Fae Court had taken a collection of hearth stories and told the truth behind them.

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.