Waiting For The Barbarians Novels & Stories

Holy fuck, this woman sucked at warnings. Cora licked her lips, sucking the bottom one between her teeth. I'd seen her do it a thousand times just before I sank my dick into her warm center, though seeing her do it now made me realize she liked the pain. And that was hot as fuck. Until the redhead in front of me tugged on the needles to replace them with barbells. I winced, and from the other seat, Cora laughed at my discomfort. Just before she winked. Fuck, I wanted to take her off that chair and have my way with her. I didn't even care if Johnny and June here watched. "No saliva on the piercings for six weeks or until fully healed." The guy directed his comment toward me.

It was the specific quality of two people who had stopped negotiating around the same thing and had arrived, without ceremony or announcement, at the same place on the same morning, and neither of them was going to make it larger than it was, because making it larger would require holding it at arm's length again, and neither of us was doing that anymore. His mouth came to my temple. Stayed. I closed my eyes. The compound woke around us, patient and ordinary, the sound of a thing that had always been mine waiting for me to admit it. I had thirty-nine hours. I intended to use them.

Nearby, a seasoned warrior muttered to another, "In all my years, I've never seen anything like this. It's as though these Reavers have no end." Alaric caught the words and responded with resolve, "This is not merely a test of our arms but of our spirit. They may believe they have us trapped, yet they underestimate our will. We shall endure, and we shall see the dawn." He paused, his voice lowering to a near whisper as he added, "And I shall return to those I hold dear..." he paused, "...to her, unharmed."

I ate ravenously, trying to fill the emptiness in my stomach. Later that night, the Tuscan moonlight flooded my room. Everything was exactly as I had left it. The lavender-scented linen sheets, the geraniums blooming on the windowsill. I lay in bed but couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, Vincenzo's question, "whose bastard was it?" exploded in my ears like a curse. My chest felt tight, suffocating. I got up and pulled a dusty sketchbook from the bottom shelf of my bookcase.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

I looked at Neal and he was still smiling at me while mouthing 'Get wild and show them what you got. G-get wild? How exactly? Or perhaps I was mistaken? It would be too embarrassing to approach Neal just to ask what he meant and so I had no choice but to smile awkwardly at him. I'll just imagine that I am really dancing for him, then. I closed my eyes and concentrated, an image of Neal sitting in front of me starting to form in my head. ~ Now payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the baddest You're fuckin' with a savage

’’ Cassian asked, arching an eyebrow ‘’No, I am not. It just skipped my mind’’ ‘’Well, say it then,’’ Cassian lamented ‘’I had a vision of a burning kingdom, the whole place was in flames, and I was trapped in it. I tried to look for you or the source of the fire, but failed; there were dead bodies everywhere’’ ‘’What does that mean?’’ I asked ‘’It means a war is going to happen soon, and I believe it is very important that we stay together when it happens’’

He is perfect to me and I don’t understand how a girl didn’t claim him sooner. I must’ve been off in my own world for a while because suddenly, the movie was over and Terri was asking me if I wanted to watch another. Instead of watching a rom com, though, we ended up putting on Annabelle. This time, she sat on her own, glued to the edge of her seat. I sat beside Zach, cuddled up to him.

I looked at the old alpha; that uneasy feeling in my stomach swirled around like an anxious animal trapped in a cage. “They sent guards. The Barbarians are already here.”

When she saw me talking to Mom's headstone, her voice was sharp with impatience. "Why waste your breath talking to a headstone? You think she can hear you? What a waste of time." If I'd caught the impatience in her eyes sooner, maybe I could've spared Mom this indignity. Night had fallen by the time I got home, but the lights on the first floor were still on. Dad had spent the day quashing the rumors about my parentage, and I figured he was waiting up to hear what I planned to do next. As I stepped through the door, an unfamiliar figure caught my eye.