Luxuria (Shades of Sin, #1)

by Colette Rhodes

Happy hour was ending in fifteen minutes though, and we were all trying to cram in as many drinks as possible before prices doubled like the fiscally responsible degenerates we were.

but the joke was on him because I was into being manhandled.

If you pick the last resort option, you get last resort results, and all of those results sounded like a very fucking good time to me.

And without the oversized hoods covering their faces, I was getting a close up look at a Shade’s face for the first time, and me likey.

The first one tasted like chicken. Not in a ‘tastes like chicken’ way either, in a ‘this is actually chicken but gray.’

I’d been promised monster fucking, and I wasn’t getting any damn monster fucking.

I sighed quietly to myself, surveying my surroundings instead since apparently I wasn’t going to get railed in my wedding dress any time soon.

Pity for him that he didn’t know my brain was wired wrong. Whenever I saw pointed teeth, I imagined them pressing against the delicate skin of my neck, pinning me in place while my monstrous lover fucked me ruthlessly into the mattress. Or the ground. Or the wall. Basically anywhere he could have me.

Maybe he just doesn’t want you.

I knew what I was leaving behind when I handed over the keys to my old apartment and changed into my wedding dress in a communal bathroom at the Council headquarters. Just like I’d always dreamed of when I was a little girl, I thought sarcastically.

I’d been taught about the shadow realm a little before I was booted out for being a horny perversion of a Hunter,

Were they flirting? It seemed kind of flirty. The kind of flirting you did when someone pissed you off most of the time but you still had sex dreams about them and woke up hating yourself a little bit.

I’d basically given him the perfect opening at dinner to assure me that I was more than what I’d assumed I was, and he’d said nothing.

Not today, Satan. I’ll spend this entire dinner thinking about the day I moved into my old apartment and realized no one had unclogged the shower drain in fifteen years if I have to. I’d prepared a mental list of my least sexy thoughts in advance.

“Oh, you’re offended now? You don’t like how the Hunters treated your wife? Where have you been this whole time?” Stalking her like a psychopath.

It wasn’t an era. I was the king, I had to be suspicious. It was absurd that Damen was making out like I was being unreasonable here.

“Oh, and we’ll discuss that smart mouth of yours later,” I told Ophelia mildly. She blinked at me. “Ah, yes. When we do all that talking we spend so much time doing. That sounds just like us.”

Allerick easily keeping pace, his stupidly long legs having no trouble despite the fact that I was attempting to angrily power walk away from him.

Fear. I almost snorted at the thought. Idiot.

sibilant

new word!!

“Are you ready for me?” I scoffed. I was going to wear this Shade out, that was for goddamn sure. I had plans and fantasies I wanted to fulfill.

There was something missing. I clawed the sheets, trying to ground myself before I burst into tears and begged him to put his teeth in my neck. I had no idea why I wanted that, but I was craving it more than anything. Insane, I reminded myself. That is an insane request.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, and it’s a violation of the terms of the treaty.” Ophelia’s frown deepened. “Is it? I only skim read it.” I gave her a disapproving look. “You moved here and married me without reading the document that is the basis for our whole union?”

That happened a lot around Ophelia—strange, inexplicable sensations in my chest that I should probably have examined by a healer. But then they might fix them, and I wasn’t sure I wanted these strange sensations to go away.

Every houseplant I’ve ever owned died a slow and miserable death.”

“He’s grumpy and irritating, and it will never happen again.” I hummed noncommittally at those famous last words

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you,” Levana clipped. “Denial doesn’t suit you,” he muttered. Ooh, shots fired. I gave Levana a pointed look as her lips thinned, arms crossed defensively over her chest.

I didn’t usually have much of a sweet tooth, but the tea and jerky had done me in.

I was completely underqualified for any kind of leadership position, and I’d only gotten here because I was a horny little hornbag

“I left dinner early last night as I was tired,” Raina said, still laughing. “I walked past the throne room and I can assure you personally that the marriage has been consummated.” Kill. Me. Now.

Ugh. Panties. Why was I even wearing them? They were just an obstacle for my husband to get through.

“This is not a coincidence, brother. And if your wife is on board with it, then shouldn’t you consider her point of view? I mean, I don’t know, I’ve never been married. It just seems like the kind of thing a good husband would do.”