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I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Spoiler: she didn't actually do anything. When they realized I still wasn't budging, they snapped at me, demanding how I could be so cold. Was it really just because they bullied Elise? I exhaled slow. "That's reason one. The real reason? I'm done supporting snakes. Sons telling their own mom to take in a bastard kid and forgive a cheating husband? That kind of nonsense belongs in a soap opera. Yet you idiots made it real." The crowd exploded, pointing, shouting "trash" at them. Their faces burned red.

he asked, his voice unusually soft. “Mm-hm… I just don’t like fight scenes,” she whispered from inside his hoodie. He raised a brow, both amused and confused. “Are you serious?” “Yes! I really don’t like fights,” she repeated firmly, peeking out with big eyes. Vincenzo couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face. “Sweetheart, you’re married to a mafia don. Violence is my middle name, it’s the family business." She scowled. “That’s my curse, too bad I got locked in to the devil himself.”

He chuckled, "Yes it does because words also have it that you might have the blood of the late werewolf king and we all know how our queen would be so glad to hear about that" I furious my brow at him, its official his delusional. "Words also have it that if I wanted to hear shit from an asshole I'd just fart" 'Kill..... Kill....' 'You don't have to tell me twice Lyca' I crunch slightly glaring hard at him, "I guess I'll have to have your heart on the ground first then"

The ventilation system sent in air that had been filtered several times, and the temperature held steady at a comfortable 75 degrees Fahrenheit. I brought a sizzling premium steak to the table and poured a glass of wine I had let breathe. I looked up at the screen and watched Julian and Jessica stumble around in the dark like headless chicken, so frightened they could only huddle together and tremble. I raised my glass and toasted at the screen from afar. "Good morning, Julian. Hell's free trial has only just begun!"

"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

His tongue strokes and flicks and laves, his lips sealing around my swollen bundle of nerves to suck gently. My cries fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and need that he conducts with every clever stroke of his tongue. My hips continue to buck off the couch in a silent plea for more pressure, more speed, more of that wicked mouth that's driving me out of my mind. "You taste incredible, Tamara. Sweetness and heat and pure fucking desire. This is all for me, milaya."

“Shove the family talk up your fat ass,” I snarled. “Or I’ll have the witches do it for you.” “You’ll never touch her again,” Jason snarled, his fangs out, his eyes darker than nightmares. I shivered, not because of fear, but because he appeared so sexy in his dark glory. It’d turn any woman on when a male would go to war to protect you, and the Vampire King had just issued a challenge. “I’ll tear you to pieces and erase your essence and soul forever.”

queen Eden said curiously. “Well, thank God you lived in California before I married you, so you should know some things. Since the day of my enthronement as a Californian king, I had vowed never to pay homage to Sparta. King Achilles of Sparta had since then been on our nerves. The Hellen warriors had killed many Americans. Mortality has affected and is still affecting our growth. Do you know something?” King Rehoboth said.

she said. King smirked. “You’re not aware that Wrath kills people for money? What did you think he did when he left the house? Why do you think he’s so friendly with so many clubs out there? He might be a lone rider, but he’s in with every MC in the state.”