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Rolfe had a rugged stature and quality about him that struck fear into most. His hair was longer on the top and he kept it swept back, buzzed on the sides with tattoos behind his ears. His handlebar mustache and neck-length beard were thick cinnamon-brown despite the darkness of the brunette hair on his head. He was always wearing snug black t-shirts, and the fabric strained against Rolfe’s thick tattooed arms. What stuck out the most about Rolfe, though, were his ice-blue eyes. They were round and wide and made him appear as though he could control one’s mind if he stared for too long.
blasting the stuffy air with the beautiful sound of heavy metal music.
Millie’s brow lifted at Rolfe. “Does the little pup want to play fetch?” she mocked. “I believe I have a tennis ball in here somewhere,” she added as she began to rummage through her bag. “Oh, wait, it’s just a pair of balls I took from an idiot last week.” She held up severed testicles in her palm, and Sam and Rolfe both winced.
But Millie just tossed them up and down in the air, delirious grin on her face.
Seeing his townsfolk celebrate at the sight of his darkness swirling in the fire made his chest swell. He loved the home they had made. A realm safe for people who were persecuted in other realms if found out: demons, shifters, and even some human families… over the years, more and more humans had made their way underground through the shadows to find refuge here, spending their last dimes just to find a place where they were welcome. Even witches, no matter how much he didn’t trust them, had found a home in Shadowmyer. A place for the haunted misfits, as Millie had dubbed it.
She was a siren in the moonlight. An enchantress of desirous evils. To fall under her spell would mean to kneel before her. The corner of his lips twitched at the thought. He would kneel… He knew he would. But she’d have to beg him first.
“To be worshipped like the goddess of Death that you are,” he whispered against her skin.
“Or maybe…” He leaned closer to her ear. “Maybe I’d like to know what name to pray to from beneath you.”
“A nice man would take you into this bar and buy you a drink…”
“A bad man would push you against this wall and fuck your dirty little mouth until you couldn’t feel your throat.”
“If you mean to scare me, you’ll find your hand on my throat does quite the opposite,” she purred.
Those fucking lips… that red lipstick… he wanted it smeared over her face and around his cock.
She was licentious poison. Heavy gravity at the edge of a cliff that beckoned a vulnerable body. The weight of water overhead. An enticing darkness for the soul to be reborn in. And she was all his.
He was going to fuck her until she didn’t remember anyone else, until the only memory of a cock inside her was his own.
We all need a Sam 🥵
“I have many more nights ahead with you. More nights that I plan to make you scream loud enough that the dead rise. More nights that I want to watch this beautiful cunt swallow my dick. Maybe…” His eyes darted to the long mirror on the back of her door. “Maybe next time I’ll let you watch. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“I want to watch my cum trickling down your thighs when you walk away from me,” he rasped, his nose brushing her neck. “I want it dripping on the stairs back up.” “How evil,” she said playfully. “Someone might slip and fall.” “Wouldn’t that be a lovely thing to see?” he taunted, his head tilting as he looked at her. “Perhaps they’d get a peek at your swollen pussy while they’re on their backs. Make them jealous they were not the one to make you ache.”
SAMARIUS 🫣🥵
Ana had always had some fun while working, though never really with one singular person. But Sam… She couldn’t deny how attracted she was to him, how she wanted to push him and he to push her. She decided he would do nicely for entertainment while she did her job. She’d worked tirelessly over the years. There was nothing wrong with having this kind of fun and taking her last task easy. Maybe she’d even learn some things from him since he was one of Death’s demons. Perhaps she’d offer him a place in her court once she’d bound the last king to her will. Offer him his life in exchange for his
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HOW ARE THESE TWO JUST SO FUCKING HOT
LIKE IT ISNT FAIR TO HAVE TWO PEOPLE JUST BE SO FUCKING HOT IN ONE RELATIONSHIP WHERE IS THE BALANCE
away. He stared at the edge of her bare ass slipping from beneath her robe and noted the cum sliding down her deliciously powerful thigh. It made every devious pore in his body wake again. His cum. Dripping down the thigh of the woman he would soon need to kill. Though perhaps he’d imprison her as his personal plaything. A tremendous power to hold over those other kingdoms. Every person left in them would want a shot at their revenge. And Death… He could use her presence to his advantage. Everything he’d promised his people… revenge, life, the entire continent. That could be his this time. His
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Sam you are down so bad for this woman and we aren’t even 20% through the book. You just want her blood painted on your skin in the sexiest way possible. We aren’t here to kink shame 😘
“Are you going to slap me every time?” he asked through clenched teeth. Ana fought against his grip. “That depends,” she answered. “Is it going to get your cock this hard if I do?”
D really is the ONLY one who can deal with this man because damn
“Oh, no, you’re not cleaning up,” he said, and Ana’s brows narrowed. “You’re going to walk around the rest of this museum with my cum leaking out of that pretty fucking pussy.” “So possessive,” she teased. Sam’s brow heightened as he paused in buckling his belt. “Baby, you have no idea.” He hovered over her and reached between her thighs, feeling the stick already threatening to spill down, and he smiled as he brought his covered thumb to her mouth, where he dragged the pad over her bottom lip. “Taste us,” he said. “Tell me what you think.” Her tongue ran over her lip, and she smiled up at
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“I see as much beauty in the darkness as I see horrors in light.”
“Can’t you see it, Mills?” he whispered in her ear. “I know you’ve been staring at her since the festival, imagining how perfect her cunt would taste… And it does, doesn’t it? Can’t you taste her? Can’t you feel how tight she is? Look at how beautiful she looks when you’re fucking her,”
I need a threesome with Sam, Ana, and Millie or a foursome if you add Rolfe in there. PLEASE I AM BEGGING
“Beautiful woman like that means maybe they know how to work their cocks. A woman unleashed means they don’t have a handle on their own kingdom.”
“Imagine being so intimidated by a woman’s power that you chose to extinguish it,” Millie added.
He does fucking own the place. How do you not realize your bf is the person you were sent to kill? They are always at her place, never his. He seems to know everyone, he can never stay over all night. What charcoal artist needs to go to work at 3am?
Somehow his presence beckoned the people around him. Whether they realized it or not, every person seemed to bow their heads slightly when he strode past.
MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THIS WHOLE BOOK
Ana standing at the top of the hill at Firemoor’s capitol. The world on fire at her back. Wearing thigh-high boots and a blood-stained short dress that hugged her voluptuous curves. Guns strapped in holsters on her hips, one of her thighs. A sword strapped down her back between her— Wings.
She was his to unleash upon the world and take everything he’d ever wanted—everything he’d ever promised.
“Be a good little demon and open that pretty mouth for me,”
This woman was the deadliest prayer in existence.
A glint of silver caught in the next lightning strike. Sam saw the flash, and he grabbed her wrist as she brought the small knife down toward his neck. And the smile she gave him had him hardening for her again. He tutted his tongue as he took the blade out of her hand and watched as her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. “You wicked, wicked girl…”
Ana resisted the urge to smile. “You’re not worried one of these other men will be as good as you and sweep me off my feet if I give them too much of an invitation?” “There are no men like me,” he swore, his eyes darkening. And she hated the way her body responded to that.
“Sam, this woman walked into your life at that festival, and you haven’t been able to get her out of your head since,” Millie said. “Damn your ‘reasons’, whatever they might still be. You told me today that she was the key to everything. What if she was also the key to your happiness?” Sam resisted a laugh. “Death… happy…” He shook his head. “I’m not sure I’ll ever deserve a happy ending.” “And what about a happy beginning?” Millie asked. “A happy beginning with people you love in the world we fought for. That, Samarius, you deserve. No matter what powers you have and who you are.” She reached
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“When’s the last time you saw the sun?” “When you laughed earlier,” was her breathless response.
“I don’t need to see the sun as long as you’re standing in front of me.”
“Such sad things… Why do you want to know?” “Because it is you,” she replied. “It’s what made you into who you are. I want to know you.”
“My mind. My body. My demented soul… It’s yours.”
“How have I been so stupid?” he whispered as their eyes met. “What do you mean?” “How could I have gone this long without waking up beside you,” he finished. Ana tried not to laugh. “Oh, now you’re never staying over again,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “Not with cheesy words like that—Sam!”
“Love,” she managed, feeling tears in her eyes when she looked to him. “Should my heart feel as though it will stop beating with every passing breath? Should I want to weep from tears caused by smiling too much? Should the sound of your laugh not send me into an abyss of beginnings I do not want to wake from?”
“I am terrified of the things I would do to keep you,” he whispered, then looked directly into her eyes. “And I am terrified that one day you’ll decide I am not enough.”
Maybe she could be free. Maybe she could have this. She could have a life without pleading for death at every waking second. Maybe she could be herself as she’d never been before, fall in love and actually live.
You will be pleading for death, that’s for sure 😏
“I’m yours,” came her breathless whisper. “Whether the sun rises or dies, or if night encompasses us all into eternal darkness, I will be yours. Every minute. Every hour. Every moment until my dying breath, and should Death offer me a reprieve after, a choice to continue living in an eternal cycle of love and pain, I will be yours an eternity more.” She paused, her thumb brushing the bottom lid of his eye where a tear had collected, and she gave him a small smile. “For as long as you’ll keep me.”
“I would keep you until the sun burned out, and we were driven into the chaos of a new existence,” he answered. “And then I would find you in the next on...
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“Forgive me for what I will be,” in a mutter against her skin. The words confused her, to the point she pulled back to find his gaze. “What will you be?” she asked. “Yours,” he breathed. “Forever yours.”
Never his full name. Never Samarius.
This was the woman the stories spoke of. The one who had taken down kings and monarchies for a cause no one knew of. Chaotic. Greedy. Evil. Death’s greatest match. And yet, the most beautiful being he’d ever laid eyes on. Even in her manic state, with the wildness and raw terror exuding from her blood-covered body, she was everything he’d ever wanted. A Queen of the darkness and a creature straight out of his favorite nightmares. She terrified him with all that she was capable of, and he wanted to kneel before her and give her what would make her invincible.
“When people beg for me… it’s not usually a challenge as you called to me the other night,” he said slowly, lashes lifting to her. “It’s usually a prayer. Cathartic and euphoric. As though one tiny push over the edge will release every pain they’ve ever felt. And I wait it out with them. I hold them in my shadows as they teeter on that final second until they remember that life…” he gestured to the vacant air “…all of this… It’s worth it. Because what is greater than that edge is having the strength to go on. It’s fighting and defeating your own monsters, your own haunted dreams. And knowing…
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He thought he’d been in love with her before. He thought he knew all there was to know. But this… Fuck, he nearly got down on one knee right then.
“No one touches the things I love.”
