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"Your curse breaker?" "You are everything, Silas Hawthorne. Everything." I lean into his touch, smiling as I press my lips to his thumb, "Even if you are paint...
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“What are you, hmm?”
“I’m yours. I’m your wife.”
“That’s right,” I agree, squeezing the flesh of her thigh in my hand. “My slutty wife who lives to be filled with my come, yeah?”
She’s all mine. My stubborn, beautiful wife.
“Silas, I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come.”
“Open,” I demand, her lips parting for me. Spit sprays from my mouth, dripping onto her tongue. “Tell me what you want. What you deserve.”
“I want you to make me come. Fuck me, Silas, please. I’m begging you. I’m empty without you.”
“You’re not a curse, baby. You’re a fucking blessing.”
“I love when you use me. Being your pretty little come slut.” Fuck me. “God, the way you degrade yourself makes me fucking ache.”
“You here with me, Hex?”
“Always here with you.”
"I'm pregnant." I peer down at her, "What?" "I'm pregnant." She grins, hiding her face in my chest, "Found out yesterday morning."
And now she's carrying my child, our baby’s very first home. What a lucky kid.
“I’m not saying I’m going to miss Ponderosa Springs, but,” Rook pauses, look around at each of us, “this place holds us together. What do we have without it?”
"This town doesn't make us. We make us." Do we keep the place that made us or sell the place that damned us?
Alistair Caldwell is more than wrath. He is a fierce protecter, an
older brother, a shadow that cannot exist without a little light. To know Rook Van Doren is not internal damnation. It's a blessing to witness his burning, his inferno that consumes and releases the embers of the ones he loves. And Thatcher Pierson is not an apple fallen from a sinister tree. He's the reminder that our family's history does not determine our future. That love is action and never words.
I am more than words no one believes. I'm a voice to som...
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We are not unlovable creatures of the night with appetites for violence. There are people, our people, willing to convert to the shadows to s...
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Beyond the flames of our destructive rage, there would forever lay a single thread of obsidian weaving our souls together. It will linger in us as a reminder. That we were once just four boys, little kids who, in the ...
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We weren't blood, but that means shit in the grand scheme of it all. It's easy to love someone who shares your DNA. A true test of unconditional love is who you choose to never give up on, regardless o...
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