Dark Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

“That’s the cafaeteria where you’ll eat all your meals.” “Okay.” “Ca – Fae – teria. Get it?” he pressed with a grin. “I get it,” I replied. “It’s just not funny.” Leon’s smile widened

“Funny how you only hear the things that interest you, isn’t Gabriel?” “Why would I take an interest in things that don't interest me? That’s fucking moronic.”

I love Gabriel already lol

I carefully swept a finger across my bottom lip, gathering a final bead of his blood onto it. I sucked it from my fingertip and Dante watched me with enough desire in his gaze to make my heart beat faster all over again.

Maybe a Vampire was just what I needed right now. Biting was one of my favourite forms of pain after all.

“I’m asking for a friend. He’s a tall guy, gets even taller when he’s happy and he has a piercing you can’t miss.” “Please tell me you’re not describing your dick right now.”

He sure as hell is!

pain often rode the boundary of pleasure. You only had to push hard enough to get there, expand your mind, overcome your instincts.

I didn’t have hard limits. Unless you counted cuddling, spooning and heaven fucking forbid canoodling. Frankly, anything that ended with an ing that didn’t start with fuck was a solid no from me. I didn’t kiss, I tongue-fucked. I didn’t caress, I clawed. I didn’t go down on girls, I feasted on them.

This man needs therapy

I frowned, sauntering over and slinging an arm around her shoulders. “You know I hate to shout, Mindy.” “It’s Lillia-” “Shhhh Mindy.” I called them all Mindy. Made it miles easier to remember.

These boys are more of an assholes than the Heirs

His blood rolled over my tongue and I moaned in satisfaction as the raw brutality of his power flowed into me, riding on the coppery taste.

I straddled him on the cold ground, pinning him down with my strength forcefully even though he wasn’t making any effort to fight me off. He moved his hands to grip my waist, pushing up my shirt until he was grasping my flesh and a groan of pleasure escaped him. He pulled me down so he could grind against me,

I shifted, catching his wrists and tugging his hands off of me before slamming them down onto the concrete by his head to stop him from pawing at me. “Fuck,” he breathed on what sounded like a laugh.

I finally pulled back and glared at him as I slowly released my hold on his wrists and made a move to stand. “Wait,” he said, snatching my hand into his grasp. “Do it again.” “What?” I cocked a brow at him.

A bead of blood slipped down my chin and he reached out to touch it, brushing his thumb across my jaw and smearing it over my skin. “I wanna see your pretty skin painted red with my blood.” “You’re so dark,” I breathed, wondering why I was lingering here. I’d taken what I wanted from him and made my point clearly enough. “You have no idea.”

“You’re so beautiful, Elise Callisto,” he said seriously, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I didn’t know you’d ever even looked at me before now,” I teased, unsure how to react to his intensity. “I haven’t stopped looking at you from the moment you walked into our dorm. I’ve seen your pain, your sorrow, your light and your fire. And it isn’t enough. You captivate me.”

“I’ll gladly stay out of your way.” She stalked off down the corridor and I stood there, letting the pain of that encounter crash through me. Had to be done. She didn’t seem tempted to look back and that didn’t piss me off at all. But I did wonder why the hell I was still watching her go.

Please tell me he has a better reason to push her away than "I don't get attached to anyone"

I weaved through the chairs while Mindy followed me to my desk and I dropped down beside my lab partner – Mindy – while the other Mindy placed my bag down in front of me.

This man... lol

Ryder grinned darkly, leaning in to Elise’s ear. “Well my option doesn’t expire. If you get bored of Mufasa’s kid and fancy a taste of Scar, you can come to my room. And all over my room too. I’ll wait to hear about the safe word.”

I looked up at him in surprise and he reached into his bag, holding out a can of orange soda for me. “What’s that for?” I asked. No one ever just gave you something for nothing. Especially not someone who spent most of his time perfecting the art of being a dick. “Because you shouldn’t want for anything.”

“To everyone else you’re like this perfect little doll, but I can see how fractured and torn apart you are inside,” he breathed. “I can see the cracks in the perfection. I can see the poison that’s tainting your essence. And every break, every scar and burn and fissure in your soul only makes it more beautiful. Only makes you more perfect to me. This pain is strength. This agony is beauty.”

When it came to sex, I couldn’t experience pleasure without pain. On some level, I knew that was fucked up. And on another, it maybe bothered me. It wasn’t like I’d chosen to be this way.

It was bad enough growing up knowing that your parent couldn’t actually parent you properly without having to wonder whether she loved you at all. What kind of mom would consider pimping out her own daughter’s flesh to pay her debts?

“You told me to stay away from you,” I breathed against his lips. “I was wrong,” he replied. “I wanted to keep you safe from me. Away from me…” “And now?” I demanded.

“Now I want you closer,” he admitted. “Even though I know I’m being selfish.”

“Do you have a dress yet?” I asked and something cracked in her gaze. “Oh um…no.” She chewed her lip. “Tick tock.” I grinned. “If you don’t hurry you’ll have to go naked.” “Or in my sweats,” she teased. “Mmm tell me more,” I played along. “They’re gonna be so baggy.” “Fuuuck,” I groaned, pretending to get off on it. “More.” “They’ll be grey…stained with ketchup and so, so-” She dipped her head, her mouth mere centimetres from mine. “

they didn’t talk to anyone else either. I wanted to know if it was something to do with the cult rules or more to do with whatever the hell that magic was he’d been exposed to.

Could it be the minions of Lionel? The really low rank ones…? Maybe they have something to do with Dark Magic

Why people wanted to dress up like morons and socialise was beyond me.

Oh, Ryder... Lol

I could tell she was wearing heels due to the extra four inches she’d grown – either that or she was standing on Inferno’s tiny dick.

“You don’t look pretty,” I growled and her expression slammed into bitch gear, but I didn’t give a shit. “You look like the most lethal poison I’ve ever seen. It’s fucking divine.” “That’s a weird ass compliment, Ryder.”

That it is

“There’s only one way I’ll let you bite me.” “And how’s that?” I asked,

“When I’ve got you pinned beneath me and you’re screaming my name,” he growled, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You can bite me when I make your body tremble with pleasure and you can’t take it anymore.” “Well that’s something to look forward to later,” I teased,

I had no desire to ditch Leon for Dante. Though if they were willing to share then I wouldn’t have objected to that idea at all.

“Maybe I want to do something for you, Leo.” She kissed me harder so I couldn’t answer and I realised I’d been about to refuse that offer in favour of pleasuring her. What the fuck is happening to me?

He was annoying me now. Why did he have to talk? I liked looking at his face when there wasn’t any noise coming out of it.