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

by Caroline Peckham

he wasn’t a goddamn junkie. He was a Pegasus for the stars’ sake;

Mom was an exotic dancer and a Pegasus.

If it wasn’t for the Lunar Brotherhood meeting them blow for blow at every turn and keeping them on their toes with gang wars and rivalry,

I want answers, dog, and you’ll give them to me one way or another.

He’d used his water Elemental magic to create a shard of ice to kill himself rather than risk telling me what I wanted to know.

She was already pregnant with Gareth when it happened but she never told him. She just up and left, moved to this apartment, got a job stripping and...doing other things with her beauty and body for money.

“Ca – Fae – teria. Get it?”

“This is The Vega Dormitories; all the students are housed here. You’re up on the top floor, like me.” He winked. “Dunno how you wrangled that, little monster.”

we reached a door marked 666. Ominous.

The other side read a morte e ritorno. Which meant to death and back in my native tongue.

My dick saluted her and I almost did too.

“Oh? What kind of new?” “Spanking.” I grinned. She did not.

I wasn’t just any Dragon. I was a rare ass Storm Dragon.

a sniff of her skin which smelt like my new favourite flavour. Elderflower and cherry gum.

revealing all four foot of her. Alright, five, but she was still a short ass.

I’d promised her one night with me would change her mind, she’d told me that was offensive as shit

Girl was a Sphinx through and through. Reading restored their magic reserves, but that didn’t mean she had to do it non-stop.

She loved a book more than she loved sex.

I spat on the floor to get the taste of that name out of my mouth.

The Sparkling Uranus

And stripping led to private dances which led to whoring

I’d be giving him a tour of my fist.

One fisted hand lay facing me on the desk, the word lust spelled out in individual letters across his knuckles.

the words scrawled across his knuckles taking up all of my attention. Pain. Lust.

Shit on a snowflake.

And if new girl was power hungry, I had a lot of power between my legs she could take the benefit of.

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.”

“Bing bong!” the cheery voice of Principal Greyshine sounded over the tannoy

I hope you’re having a dope morning.

our new homegirl, Elise Callisto,

Faetography Club

He always had a cigarette tucked behind his ear and was known to light up around weaker professors.

We called him Inferno amongst the Brotherhood, mostly because he hated it. He was a Storm Dragon, not fire.

“I have plenty of need for potions,”

“I know a great one for lube, wanna try it out sometime?”

Every girl I’d met was curious about what a night with me was like. The danger drew them in. But the fantasy wasn’t like the reality.

It took a special kind of girl to enjoy what I enjoyed.

Pain was everything. Their pain, my pain.

Fear didn’t exist in me. I lived between two emotions. Pain and lust.

If a doctor cut me open they’d find a knife in place of my heart, stashed there as a last resort.

I was a rare Order form and hell if it gave people the shits around here.

But fulfilling my sexual needs was a challenge in itself.

Half the girls in school were terrified of me, and the other half would fuck me any which way till Sunday. Except the way I needed.

I knew Dante would be readying his nutcracker. So I had to piss on my territory fast if I was going to win her.

didn’t have hard limits. Unless you counted cuddling, spooning and heaven fucking forbid canoodling.

Dante Oscura was the Dragon born of Werewolves

ever since he’d caught one of Mom’s boyfriends stealing his stash of chilli chips one night and he’d gotten pretty damn good at hiding things.

I jabbed my pencil down a little harder than I’d intended, accidentally severing the overly large penis I’d drawn onto a little demon representation of Ryder Draconis.

“Do you mean physically or are you asking in the larger sense of the question? What are any of us really doing? Is it up to us or have the stars already made all of our decisions for us?”