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This book is not intended for anyone under the age of 18, or anyone who doesn't like lip biting, throw your ass on the bed, tear your clothes off and leave you panting dominant alpha male characters.
“This was an interview—he wouldn't have hurt you.” I laughed, but it was cold—more pissed than happy. “An interview?” “They asked for the best, but they wanted to see you in action and to see your skills without you knowing it was an interview.”
Even choking, this asshole was hot—seriously, someone needs to break his nose and make him a little less pretty. My mind cried out in warning. Adam and Alden were both chanting, trying to take down the barrier. The Demon was using his dark powers—did they think I hadn't considered all this before I erected it? It was foolproof. I was that good. Seriously, sometimes I scared myself with just how badass I was.
I pushed past his body and headed toward the bathroom, dismissing him completely from my mind. Okay, so I tried to, anyway. He was the most beautiful, exquisite creature I had ever laid eyes on—also the most deadly, which I was humming inside my head to keep the hormones at bay. Not that it helped me any.
The combination was overwhelming. His slight pressure, combined with his kiss, made the storm intensify until my legs quivered and refused to hold my weight any longer.
Fuck buckets! Why me? There were a thousand other Witches in Washington State… Why the hell did they have to pick me?
I want to fill her, feel her as her warm, sleek muscles clench my hard length lovingly. Feel her from the inside. Abuse her insides until she screams for me. I get what I want, and right now, it's her. She should run, but I'd catch her. I always catch my prey. I take because I can, because no one else can stop me. I am what she fears. I can smell it coming off her in succulent waves and it drives my inner beast insane.
“I took your blood. Now there is nowhere you can hide that I won't be able find you, Pet. You took from me; I took from you. Tit for tat, so to speak. I suggest, next time, you read the fine lines inside a contract before blindly signing it. I own you.”
I say jump, you ask how high. You are bound to me, body and soul, until I say otherwise. You took part of my soul. I just took a piece of yours. Getting it now? Or do I need to show you for you to understand?” I wanted to scream, or rip his eyes out. “I'm not a piece of fucking property! I cannot be owned!” “Quite the opposite…you are mine. As of right now, you belong to me, Pet.”
Funny how growing up can change your opinion of being afraid of the dark and afraid of the bills.
Get over Adrian already; we buried him in the cold ground years ago. You need to go dig up your heart, because I'm pretty fucking sure you buried it in that box with him.”
“It means, did he look in your blue eyes and touch you inside. Love is more than just feeling something, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone—it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive. Eventually, it turns you bitter and cynical.”
“Destiny doesn’t ask you if you want it, Syn; it just forces it into your lap, and you deal with it.
I was sex-starved, and he was sex incarnate. Together it was an explosive combination of tension.
“If you do that to anyone, and I mean anyone else, Syn, I will lock you up inside this fucking room. That wasn't dancing, not by any fucking means.” He paused, turning his full hungry Fae eyes in my direction.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to tell a Fae yes, I wanted him. And only him.
The scent of her need makes me want to pull back the delicate petals of her flower and devour it, consume it, fuck it.
She's a puzzle box, and I want to take her apart and watch as she puts the pieces back, one by one until she is whole again.
“I'll be strong for you, Syn…if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I'll be your glue if you want to crumble. I'll hold you together,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet mine.
Ryder was not the kind of man you walked away from. He was the type you crawled away from, trying to remember your own name after he was done with you.
“I don’t make excuses for what I am, or what I do. I play hard. I love hard, and I fuck even harder, Syn. I am what I am. So if you play games with me, keep in mind, I will be more than happy playing them with you—and I always win,”
“You really think you can fuck me out of your system?” “No, Syn. Nothing with you could be that easy,”
Ryder wasn’t the type of man you walked away from. You crawled on hands and knees, trying to remember who you had been before his touch corrupted you.
“Don’t you fucking die, Syn. Don’t—Goddamn it! Where's the fucking healer?” Ryder was commanding me not to die. He had some serious God complex going on.
“You drive me crazy, and I think you do it on purpose. I had to watch you almost die, Syn. Do you have idea how fucking hard that was for me? I had to watch them cut you open to stop the bleeding, and I watched you bleed out three fucking times before Eliran could stop it. And then I had to watch as your fucking coven came in and took you away from me while citing breach of contract bullshit and I couldn’t fucking kill them because if by some fucking miracle you woke up and I had, you would never forgive me. I saved you, Syn, not them. You'd be dead if I hadn't been Fae. You'd have died in the
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I felt my life draining away. Everything inside of me just wanted it to stop. The pain. The death. I'd given too much. I just needed to sleep.
“I hate that I want you, Syn, and I hate that I can't stay away from you or that no matter how fucking hard I try to get you out of my head, you stay.”
Her eyes colored, glowing enough to show their true beauty. And that she's full Fae; full fucking Fae. Hidden from us, and kept secret. She's royal to her sexy fucking core, her eyes the most beautiful ones I’ve seen in my lifetime.
Her children will be fierce, loyal, and a fucking force to reckon with. My children.
