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“Love?”
Her magic was so strong that maybe she could Bedazzle Fae even with those cuffs in place. She was a temptress like none I’d ever known.
But nothing would steal her away from my mind. No matter what I did, or what I endured to rid her from my fucking soul, nothing worked. I finally had to accept that Rosalie Oscura was here to stay.
Before he'd been this unreachable fantasy and now he was more like the keeper of my tortured heart.
A silvery mark adorned his skin on the inside of his wrist in the shape of a single rose on a thin vine.
There was a knotty, twisty lump in my stomach and an even sharper one in my throat whenever I thought of Rosalie. And I always thought of Rosalie. Not just her perky tits either, which was saying something. Those tits are extra perky though…
The Oscura Clan had been having one every time they went to the yard as they consoled themselves over the loss of their Alpha. And I swear I’d cry wanked along with them too a couple of times.
And all because of one girl.
I hadn’t felt anywhere near close to laughter in all the time I’d been trapped down here and yet within a few minutes, Sin had me grinning like an idiot. "Holy shit, sweet thing, make that noise again. You have such a dirty laugh I just came a bit, give me a second to get my cock in hand and we might really have a party ready to get started."
"And I can't control how much I like making you laugh, beautiful girl,"
spotted this beast of mine, my equal, my mate. This want in me was a feral, desperate thing and it was as undeniable as it was irresistible. He was mine and I was his and there was absolutely no denying it in that moment.
She kept moving toward me and my fingers flexed with the desperate need to drag her into my arms.
“Let me take care of you,” I commanded.
I wanted her like I’d never wanted any girl.
But I’d give anything to make sure she got the life she deserved one day.
Since I'd gotten to this stars forsaken place, four alpha male assholes had caught my eye and silly old me had thought I'd be able to run rings around them just like I had with every other guy I'd ever met. But it wasn't like that with them at all.
There was a reason I’d gotten four of them when I didn’t even like cinnamon. Not a reason I was going to admit to however.
It wasn’t like I was good company. I didn’t even like hanging out with myself, so why would someone else?
“I’m an Incubus with blue balls and you’re hot, give me a break sweetums,”
Rosalie Oscura was no one's little bitch.
"I have plenty of practice at being unwanted,"
"Any man lucky enough to be blessed by the stars to have you as their mate should be praising their fortune and holding onto you as tightly as they can. You're one in a million, Rosa, you shine brighter than any star and you burn with more heat too. If I was blessed with a mate even half as beautiful and fierce and strong as you then I would wrap my arms around her and never let go. I'd give anything to have a girl like you, little pup."
was scarred and flawed and endlessly aching for him and I was clearly never going to be who he wanted.
Same
Because I'm a fucking idiot. Because I care for you far more than I'll ever dare admit. Because no matter how much I keep telling myself you used me, a part of me still hopes it was more than that.
But even as my mind worked over the idea, it moved onto what I really wanted even more than her blood. I wanted her mouth, her body, her fucking heart and soul. I wanted to make her mine.
Who didn't like a guy who was so fucking terrifying that they just did whatever the fuck they wanted and no one dared complain?
"Forget it, wild girl, I'm not built for dating. I don't know how to do it and I've never attempted to before. Just let me know when you're ready to fuck me and let’s forget all of this bullshit until then." "Don't go," I begged as he yanked his arm out of my grip and stalked away. "I don't know how to date either!"
"And who isn't afraid of the devil in me." "I think you said something along these lines the first time we met," I reminded him. "And you also mentioned that my tits weren't big enough."
"My own, personal obsession. My drug of choice, the answer to all of my desires rolled up into one little, Faetalian ball of danger. I think you might be my downfall, wild girl. But I think I like the idea of that too."
"Well I've never been hand-picked for anything before," Pudding said. "And I would like to accept your invite to take me to the surface and escape from this prison. Yes, I would like that, hound."
What was with all of these stronzos thinking they could manhandle me all of the damn time? And what was with me liking it so fucking much?
"I want you," he said fiercely. "You're all I fucking want."
"You hear that, kitten?" Sin asked Roary in that sultry tone of his. "The girl thinks she could handle the two of us at once. That sounds like the best proposition I've had in a while if you're up for it."
But the idea of being pinned between Sin and Roary was definitely going on my bucket list.
Same
"I have zero interest in your body or how wet you might get for me, Twelve," he said in a deadly tone that was almost believable. "Just strip off and wash that fucking paint off of your face and out of your hair and I'll go get you a clean uniform."
I’d tasted the lust on him a thousand times around my wild girl.
“The two of us could make a beautiful mess of Rosalie,” I rasped as he fought to block off my air supply. “Think how good she’d look between us, gasping our names.”
"Oh, I think I do. My magic reserves are currently being fed up nicely by the way the two of you are panting for our girl. Why don't you just stop wasting time on fighting and let's have a competition to find out which one of us can turn her on the most - which I will be able to judge accurately by the way."
I did kinda like the idea of the three of them fighting over me.
Especially as these three were my exact form of temptation. Was I down for an Alpha four way with all of that warring testosterone and rough treatment, the competition and rivalry and fighting for dominance? Well, duh, who wouldn't be?
She was a goddess, a fucking queen. I didn’t know when I’d realised that, but I knew it in the depths of my soul and I wouldn’t let this piece of shit get away with disrespecting her.
He relished the pain of those injuries because the memory of gaining them was too fucking good and he didn't want to let it go yet.
I swear at this rate I was gonna get wrinkles before I was thirty. And that would just be a travesty for my perfect face.
“I miss you every day. I think the pain of being away from you is going to kill me.”
“I ache for you in the dark and pine for you in the light. There’s no moment day or night that I don’t want you. It’s more than desire, I think it’s even more than love. Fuck, Rosalie, if you weren’t an Oscura, if there was some other way-”
Good on her, those tits were too fabulous for the likes of him.
my heart twisted in this almost guilty, definitely painful way as I glanced between these two men I'd sworn not to ache for and felt as though I was bleeding all over the floor for them even more than I had been upstairs.
"When I see you, I don't see a little pup, Rosa," Roary said in a low voice, returning to the argument we'd been having before that call. "I see a Fae worth respecting, fearing, following. I see one of the only good things in here and a piece of home I never dared to believe I’d have again. I don't think you're some stupid pup. I think you're the one thing I needed more than anything in this place. Hope."
No one hurts you and gets away with it while I still draw breath,”
I took this all in within three seconds and in that time, I became nothing but a vicious, bloodthirsty animal with no boundaries, no rules holding me back, nothing but the primal need to protect the girl they wanted to hurt.
