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January 24 - January 26, 2023
“This isn’t a game you want to play,” I warned. “I’m not the man you fell for, I’m the monster he became.
“But it’s your soul I’d kill the most for. I’d destroy the world so long as your soul was kept untarnished. I’d die by my own hand for that too.”
My Lioness. She needed to bow to me and it wasn’t just a desire anymore it was a fucking need. A burning, raging instinct. I could feel the power of some higher force latching onto my soul, urging me on and begging me to claim her this way. In the way my Order needed to claim a mate.
“I claim you, Rosalie Oscura,” I growled in her ear,
“You’re mine and fuck what the world thinks because of it. I’m done holding back.”
My world remained unsteady as I looked back down at her and found her body glowing with the light of the moon. I pulled out of her, untying the binds on her hands and rolling her over beneath me as her back arched and she reached for me as the halo of light around her seemed to glow.
The power of the moon seemed to reach into the depths of my flesh, shifting something inside me and aligning it entirely with Rosalie Oscura.
“The moon mated us,” she gasped, her eyes wide and silvery as the power of the celestial being still hummed within her body. “You’re mine?” I asked,
“Yes,” she laughed. “And you’re mine.”
There was something different in the way I felt about him, something in this new bond that bound me to him too. Any animosity I’d felt towards him seemed to fall away. It was like he was…family. Linked to me deeply, profoundly. Though not in the way Rosa was. It was a headfuck and I didn’t know how to deal with all the new raging emotions settling within me, but what I did know was that this girl was all mine, moon chosen just for me. And if that wasn’t a reason to praise every star in the sky for creating such a fortune for me, then I didn’t know what was.
“I love you, mate of mine,” I said against her lips, stealing a slow kiss from her and knowing that I’d belong to this girl for the rest of time. “And I think fate is turning in our favour.”
Where. Is. The. Potato???
"I can feel it too," Ethan said in a low voice, his gaze moving from my mark to Roary who was looking right back at him. "This connection between us. You're the centre of it, love, but it's more than just us and you. There's something between me and Roary now too."
“It means I can see that there is some good in you. That I can understand why you manipulated me…even if I still don’t forgive you for it.”
"Don't go," he demanded. "Why not?" I snarled. Cain stared at me for an eternity, the turmoil twisting in his gaze enough to make my skin prickle as he stood caught in indecision. With a growl of frustration, he gripped my face between his hands and slammed his mouth down against mine.
"I want you all the fucking time," he replied angrily
"I think about you every moment of every day. I get lost in the memory of your flesh against mine and I lose my mind trying to figure out the truth behind the lies you spin. I watch you whenever you're near and I obsess over you when you're not. The whole time you were in the isolation unit, I was burning up inside from the pain of your betrayal and the knowledge that no matter how much I punished you, it wouldn't come close to erasing the ache in me for you. You're a thorn which has worked its way beneath my skin, Twelve, and I've found that I enjoy the feel of you there too much to even try
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"Maybe I need to teach you something while I've got you at my mercy, Rosalie," he said and I swear the way he growled my name sent a shiver darting through me all the way to my core.
"That all of your damage is what makes you so beautiful to me. It's not the face you show the world, it’s the hurt you've overcome to claim your crown. I can see the pain of my own past in you and so much more besides. You're a warrior, a survivor and you're more beautiful for every mark upon your flesh."
“You ready?” he asked and I nodded, sure I’d be strong enough not to do a single thing he wanted. I had a will of iron, a backbone of sun steel. He’d never…oh wow, he’s pretty though. And he looks like he could use a massage for those big shoulders of his. It must be hard carrying around those muscles all day long.
“By the stars, my feet are killing me,” Roary groaned. Oh no, poor baby.
My heart beat harder and I definitely would have been wagging my tail if I was in my Order form as my instincts urged me on and I started licking his face and panting. He tasted good. Like sandalwood and new friends.
standing my ground beside my new brother.
"It's the jumpsuits," Cain explained, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and holding it out as Sin moved forward to take it. "They're lacing them with rotweed - that stuff sends you batshit crazy in small doses. By the looks of this they're dosing the clothes with enough of it to break a Fae's mind completely within a matter of weeks."
"Drav Enterprises."
there would be no morals when it came to killing for Rosalie. There were no depths I wouldn’t stoop to if her life was under threat. No, if I’d been a monster before then love would make me natural disaster, sweeping through the world without warning or care for who it destroyed.
“If I’m doomed to love the sun from all the way down here on Earth, then at least give me wings so I can fly close enough to burn,” I murmured.
“No, I think you’re incredibile. You’re different and wild and you don’t think like anyone else. I fucking love that about you, Sin. Do you know how many people in this world are clones of each other? You’re smart in a way so many other Fae are dumb. Because most people see grey when they look at the world, but you see a rainbow, and you make me see it too.”
she yawned and I could see she was dead on her feet. “But you are a sleepasaurus rex. So get on the bed and let me spoon you. Or you can spoon me if you’re feeling your big spoon energy today.”
Cain looked up from where he was perched on the bed and I fell down beside him, wrapping my arms around him. “Hold me,” I said against his neck,
“Spoon me. Or fork me if you prefer. I just need to be cutleried.”
“I call it the Devil’s touch,” I said with a smirk. “I told you I was a man-sized vibrator.”
I knotted my hand in Ethan’s perfect hair as I acted on that jealousy, wanting to steal myself a piece of their bond as I stepped closer and pressed the tip of my cock to his lips. Even that was feeding him pleasure and he couldn’t resist more of it as he gave in to what I wanted and took my length into his mouth, his hot tongue flicking over the tip and drawing a low groan from my lips.
I felt like I belonged here among them, like they were something more, something special. But I couldn’t quite put a name to it.
I realised there was nothing more satisfying to me than pleasing this group of Fae who I’d somehow been lucky enough to find.
Yup, I could definitely see it now. This broken man was healing because of her, it was what he needed.
“I was dreaming about the moment I had my teeth in Benjamin Acrux’s neck,” he admitted. “His blood washing down my throat, his lifeforce in my hands.”
“My Vampire was freshly Emerged and though I drank him to the brink of death, unfortunately I didn’t finish the job,” he said bitterly.
“But the darkness in you drew you here,” I said mysteriously. “Something like that, I guess,” he grunted. “I like the darkness in you, Mason,” I whispered. “I’m glad you didn’t cast it all out.”
but deep, deep, deep down, I had a feeling Mason Cain liked me. And I had a feeling I might just be starting to like him back.

