Filthy Rich Fae Book 2 Novels & Stories

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.

weeping before the glowing glass. "My cycles of mercy were never easy," she whimpered, her voice a fragile reed. "I only sought to provide for the pack’s forgotten. I never imagined I would be hunted by a High-Blood capitalist. Avery Monroe uses her hoard of silver to muzzle me. The Council is already in her pocket. If she wins, I will be cast out—exiled from the Ridge to rot in the rogue wastes."

In blood. I soiled our pact with a foreign body. I clean it with the blood of that body. This is my penance. My first payment on a debt that promises to be infinite. And my first, desperate and brutal step, in trying to return from the land of the sentimental dead to which I exiled myself through my own stupidity.

He bowed once more before exiting the room hastily, without saying anything more, still a bit unsettled by her cold demeanor. Once he was gone, Lady Fiona’s thoughts returned to Aliza. So many years of carefully kept secrets… protecting the Fae Kingdom and her king… and now, fate had placed Aliza in a place that could ruin everything. And her memory loss was a matter of concern, but she wasn’t too worried yet. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.. at least for now But if the bond with the Alpha Caspian deepened… Her eyes narrowed in concern. She would need to do something.. otherwise it will be all over.

Chapter Fourteen Zariah’s POV The ballroom was a cage. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, polished marble shone beneath her heels, and the air reeked of money, old money, suspicious money, hungry money. Investors crowded the space, their smiles sharp, their laughter hollow. Every handshake carried questions hidden in its grip.

“Yes… I embrace it. I want it all. The blood. The fucking. The corruption. Forever.” Their bodies moved together in a final, savage rhythm. He bit her breast, drinking as he fucked her. She bit his throat in return. Their blood mingled, and their cum mixed. The orgasm that crashed through them was cataclysmic; Freya’s pussy milking him as he pumped load after load deep inside her, sealing her transformation. The coven cheered, blood and cum still dripping from their bodies. When it was over, Sebastian lifted his bride in his arms. She smiled with blood-stained lips and fangs fully extended, eyes shining with complete, joyous corruption. The shy girl who once hid among books was dead.

He looks back at me with a devious grin. My hand cups his cheek and I trace my finger down his angular jaw, his neck to his chest. Cutting with my nail along the way. I place my finger in my mouth and slowly suck the blood off. It's sweet and bubbles on my tongue. Like popping candy "mmmm a Fae" I take his hand "come" I command leading him to the large and beautifully carved black double doors.

Life wanted to through shit at me that I can’t just avoid. “What did the librarian tell you, Cinna?” Her voice is soft. Like she knows her question is one I don’t want to answer. I lift my head to look into her eyes. If I’m going to scare her away then I want to see it in her eyes so she can’t just pretend its normal. I need to know her genuine first reaction to this information. “She told me only Demon kind has magic in hues of red.” I see surprise flicker across her face. I wait a second to see horror or disgust. When it doesn’t appear, I keep going. “It doesn’t make sense though, you know? I look like an elf. I was raised as an elf. I never had magic up until now. Nothing is different abo

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.