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Shards of hardened light shot out like arrows, piercing Azrael’s shoulders. He roared in fury, swinging his good wing to swat me out of the air. I slammed into the ground, but I rolled and snapped at his legs, my teeth glowing with fire. Every time my teeth met his flesh, there was a hiss of steam and the smell of burning darkness. "You are a ghost of a goddess!" Azrael screamed, his voice cracking the stones nearby. He slammed both hands into the earth, and the ground beneath me turned into a swamp of bubbling black tar.

Azrael's hand falls from his chest, and he chuckles, pleased. Oh lord, now I understand why I gave Cree a freaking migraine. Azrael’s glowing silver eyes take me in as he licks his pale lips. Fuck, is he really going to eat me? He inches closer, and my legs instantly move backward. “What the fuck do you want?” The silver disappears from his eyes, and they fill with darkness. “The same as your wolf-boy.”

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.

“Is this some kind of BDSM shit?” He shook his head sideways as a scoff rolled out of his mouth. “Unfortunately, this isn’t.” He chuckled before folding the hand of the doctor coat as he winked at me. “This? This is PRESCRIPTION FOR PLEASURE. Open your mouth for me, Selene.” He purred with a blissful, seductive voice. The phrase “Prescription for Pleasure” made heat flood my entire core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter. I opened my mouth, and Doctor Charles shoved his coat inside my mouth so that I wouldn’t be able to speak anymore.

I then mind linked Finnley, “Please get them out of here, I need to keep Azael sweet. I don't think he knows anything, but I can smell the rage coming off of all three of you, so I'm guessing he can too. Call the pack back, and then prepare for the arrival of Marik and Traian. I'm counting on you to keep Evan and Mason away, ok?” I ignited my hand that was on Azael’s chest and pushed it hard against the buttons on his shirt. They began to melt and then harden again as they came into contact with his ice-cold skin. It was basically the same effect that candle wax has on human bodies. But as he was a fallen angel, he needed something with a little more bite, so to speak, and we'd found that me

Elara The paper glides between my fingers, thick as velvet, imbued with a scent that goes to my head—a blend of black rose and something darker, almost animal. The golden letters gleam under the flickering light of my candle, as if hypnotizing me. The Academy awaits you. Dare to cross the threshold. No signature. No seal. Just these words, traced in ink so black it seems to absorb the light around it.