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Candles flicker with black flames. Lilith’s body seems even more overwhelming here. Deep red skin glowing, heavy breasts with dark, stiff nipples, wide hips, thick powerful thighs, and that long tail swaying behind her like it has a mind of its own. Her black horns curve back elegantly, and those massive wings stretch wide before folding slightly. She looks like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever tried to kill with prayer. She steps closer and runs those long black nails across my jaw. “You’re going to worship me properly now,” she says softly.

Lilith noticed me first. "Hey," she said, standing from where she was seated. She let the blanket covering her lower body fall to the ground before handing the popcorn bowl to her brother, who stared at me with uncertainty in his eyes. Lilith did a little stretch; the purple polka dot top she was wearing rode up a little, showing her tiny baby bump, and the shorts she wore were too short. I frowned as the short outline the shape of her perfect creamy thighs, and when she turned, I could almost see her butt cheeks.

I lay down on the couch, trying to quiet my mind. It was past midnight when I heard the door open. I frowned, getting up from the couch. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Then I saw her. Lilith. She stood in the doorway, her hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes dark with determination. She didn’t wait for an invitation. She knew the code to my penthouse, and she used it like she belonged here. “Lilith,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

The voice addressed me directly, “You have seen what Ben has become Adams?” I turned around in surprise and was amazed to see Lilith standing right there next to Adeline. Lilith was wearing battle armor and the silver color of it shone like the moon, making her look fierce. But even though she looked tough and strong on the outside, I could see a different side of her beneath that tough exterior. I caught a glimpse of the understanding and compassion in her eyes, qualities that made her not just a powerful fighter, but also my mate and my Luna. “Lilith, it really isn’t a good idea for you to be here right now,” I said, reaching out to her with a soft but urgent touch. “Tell me where is it th

They completed each other so much. – Lilith stops in the middle of the room and scans the surroundings with both hands on her hips, as if analyzing everything. Then, she seems to have an epiphany and walks toward her nightstand, rummaging inside in search of something. She turns to me with a mischievous smile and shakes a pregnancy test box excitedly in my direction. I jump, startled, and laugh incredulously: “I’m not pregnant, Lilith. This is crazy!” “It’s not crazy,” she hands me the box. “Your scent has changed, and my wolf is certain that you’re pregnant.”

Lilith’s presence was commanding, her grace evident even in the simple act of sipping her coffee. Hazel cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering anxiety in her chest. Lilith placed her mug on the table with a delicate clink, then rose gracefully. She turned to face Hazel, her gaze unyielding and cold. As Lilith’s eyes met Hazel’s, it was clear she was sizing her up with an air of detached judgment. “So, you must be his new lover,” Lilith said, her tone dripping with disdain. Her words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and precise.

Tyler asked. “I don’t know either.” “So, why did your parents give you the name Lilith?” Tyler changed our conversation’s subject once more. “I don’t know. I never spoke to my parents either. They think I’m a demon that comes at night. I was born at night.” “You’re always putting bad faith in things. Don’t you know that according to ancient Hebrew legend, the first woman God created was Lilith, a woman full of beauty and the ability to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t you think that your parents named you ‘Lilith’ because they thought that you were beautiful and--”

Feeling lonely and another fact that she wasn't ready to think, she decided to go find something to read, maybe a book, a book mainly about romance and fictional tales. As Lilith walked towards the path leading to the bookstore, a voice caught her attention. She halted, listening. To Lilith, it wasn't only beautiful, but rare. Lilith was sure the young lady would be frightened, so she stood behind watching and listening also wishing to sing along with her. Lilith cleared her throat to announce her presence, but that also scared the lady as she stood up in fright. Vetta looked back at the figure behind her obviously not recognizing Lilith.

“She wrote me a letter and sent it to the headquarters. It was sent to Luca… the letter was returned to her.” Eric shook his head slowly. “From what I gathered while you were gone, Lilith has been living in her hometown for years. She is loyal to the same gas station, the same grocery store. She goes out on business trips once in a while, but they are all related to her writing career. She is actually very famous!” “Shit,” I breathed. “She has an apartment here, but the doorman confirmed that she rarely ever goes there.” My mind reeled with all the implications while I thought out loud.

Nobody just blasts into a high-security Lycan dungeon out of the blue to offer free charity. I lifted my head up higher, gritting my teeth through the burning agony of the silver biting into my raw wrists. "At what price?" I growled out through my bloody teeth. Lilith stood up straight, smoothing down her dark, flowing gown. She began to slowly, deliberately pace around the four corners of my tiny stone cell, her bare white feet floating an inch above the filthy ground. "Nothing much, child," she said casually. Of course, I snapped silently to myself, my teeth grinding together. Nothing much. She wants something. It's going to be something fucking outrageous.