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“Your son is loyal, whole-hearted, and tenacious. Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret for the rest of your life, because I won’t let him feel the disappointment and pain you threaten to ruin him with.”
I’ve said my piece, like I needed to do, and I don’t regret it. I meant every word. Every. Damn. One.
“I’m always going to accept all of you, Xander. I love you.”
I can hear the Elites chatting around me, Harmonia and the twins giggling about something too, all while I walk in a daze. I think I’ve been fuckmatized. Hypnotized with an unreal level of fucking, and it’s phenomenal.
do. My body calls to him, the familiar zing that runs through me when he subtly touches me feels unmistakeable. Fuck, right back when we practically dry humped in the forest by the lake at my first party, feels like these moments too. It’s always been there. Always.
Adonis places his hand on the base of my spine, leaning in to place a kiss against my temple he murmurs in my ear. “Hot. As. Fuck.”
Adonis spins around, eyes wide with excitement as they find mine. He tosses the trident to the side, charging toward me with purpose, and I brace myself for impact as he crashes into me, sweeping me up off my feet and spinning me in the air. “You fucking Goddess,” he cheers, holding me so tight I can barely breathe as I laugh with him.
“Do you truly believe Khaos is the kind of man to simply fall in line? Without a backbone, without beliefs, and integrity?” I blurt, my jaw tensing as I relax my hold on Khaos’ hand, encouraging him to release me, and after a moment he reluctantly does.
“Nobody knows a man better than the woman with him. That’s me, Mrs. Black. And I do mean nobody,” I snap, eyes drilling into hers. “Not you, not his father, not his siblings or relatives. Me and my unit. What you see is exactly what he wants you to see, a facade. But me? I see the raw, unfiltered version of him. Broken but healing. Loving but sometimes hateful. Unstable but functioning. Crazy but caring. Controlling but protective. Every pained battle he has faced stems from you, every inch of his healing begins with me.”
“What you see is exactly what he wants you to see, a front. But me? I see the raw, unfiltered version of him. Broken but healing. Loving but sometimes hateful. Unstable but functioning. Crazy but caring. Controlling but protective. Every pained battle he has stems from you, every inch of his healing will begin with me.”
“Venom, have you been teasing me with no panties this entire time?” I ask, the words slipping past my lips
Holy fuck. Gods help me. She’s knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s loving every fucking moment of it.
I freeze, my breath lodged in my throat as my chest tightens, the fear of her being entirely wrong running through my mind. The uncertainty halts me longer than I wish it would, because the reality of the situation is that I don’t give a fuck. Sealed souls or not, she is mine and I am hers. “Whatever the outcome, it doesn’t matter. I am yours and you are mine,” I breathe, my shoulders relaxing with my next inhale deep and reviving as she nods eagerly at me.
Carnal venom. Leaning forward, palms flat on the desk on either side of her head as I peer into her red eyes, I let the words from my mind and heart flow from my lips without caution. Slam. “You’re mine.” Slam. “In sickness and in health. Slam. “Rich or poor.” Slam. “Till death do us part.” Slam. “I’m yours, Rhea.” Slam. “My air. My blood. My everything.” Slam. My words almost slur as I keep my gaze fixed on hers, watching them widen with each and every declaration, only for her to nod frantically in agreement. “Always, Khaos. Always,”
“I could have done that,” I say to him, ignoring Xander’s question as I flick my hand. A moment later the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut behind our new guests rings out in my ears, and my grin somehow manages to spread wider.
“Selene’s mother, however, was causing a scene and demanding your head,” Xander says, like a threat from her isn’t worth the air used to speak it. “Until Ana told her to pipe down and enjoy the free food before someone got revenge for threatening her daughter-in-law.”
“And they fucking suit you, Venom. But for a vampire, red eyes are not what you want,” he explains, but my brows only seem to knit further together.
“It means they can’t control their lust for blood. They become consumed with their need and desire for the taste, the scent, the touch.”
“Did you really have to show up looking like Al?” I ask, trying to lower my heart rate a little from the surprise appearance.
“What is it you want?” I need him to get straight to the point because I can already sense Zen getting antsy and the others will be here soon too. “I heard what Zellus did last night, to you and Khaos,” he states, pulling a walking stick out of thin air and using it to lean on as I frown at him. “And?” “And I wanted to make sure you didn’t need me. I gave you a new seeker for a reason, and you haven’t used it—”
“Good, I’m glad for you, but I think it might be a good idea for me to go now since the vampire, the wolf, and the demon charging this way don’t look too happy to see me,” he says with a smirk, downplaying the pain I can sense in his eyes.
sink my teeth into my bottom lip and turn away, hoping the way I was eye fucking Zen goes unnoticed, nodding in agreement with his words.
Years ago, every vampire was gifted to the world in a frenzy. Red eyes and a desperate need for blood was the norm among the community, making them profusely feared and a danger to society. Created to defend Chaos, Goddess of carnage, known for her short temper, moodiness, and bloodlust, they served their purpose. Until they got out of hand, and uncontrollable, even for her. A solution was required, and one was offered in the form of the furies. Known for their need for vengeance, the three brothers lived in the underworld, torturing sinners. Alecto, Tisiphone, and Megaera. Unceasing. Avenging
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My finger drops to the word he’s pointing at. “The furies lived in the underworld, choosing to stick to the darker pits of hell with Nyx as opposed to the bright blue flames with Hades. Their fear for the blue flame, which if touched by anyone but a demon, will burn them for all of eternity.” My chest heaves as I process the facts. Of course this links back to Al.
“Thank the Gods she’s finished eating, I couldn’t stand another moan falling from her lips, I was seconds away from laying her out on the table and feasting on her,” Adonis says, adjusting his pants as he looks to the ceiling in relief.
Holy fuck. Are we actually going to do this? Finally? The five of us. I might self combust just thinking about it. “Fuckkkk, it’s making me dizzy with how fast you’re feeding me right now, baby,” Adonis groans, head lolling forward slightly as he looks up at me through his lashes. That one look is like
I refuse to ask, surprised by the matchy-matchy for the first time ever, instead appreciating the view for what it is.
We’re a mess for her. A perfect, crazy, jumbled mess. To think how we even functioned before without her is bizarre and surreal, and now everything feels right.
“The phenomenal powers you were all gifted last weekend will need to be used to their full advantage if you expect to survive, and I must warn you, it won’t be pretty, it won’t be kind, and it won’t be without heartache,” he announces, enunciating every statement by slamming his fist into his open palm, driving the words home. “To be completely open and honest with you, we haven’t had a test like this in a very long time. In fact, the last time a test like this was run was when we were preparing to bring Nyx to her knees and right all of the wrongs in the world.” His gaze remains fixed on
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“We enter together and we leave together, always.” I’d follow this fucking woman to the ends of the earth, to every corner of darkness, and everything in between. This ridiculous test before me, is nothing in comparison to what I’d do for her.
She’s been like this all morning, since the very moment she put on her battle gear. It’s like she slipped it on and went into offense mode, alert, aware, and on the balls of her feet with every breath she takes. Her self-preservation instincts have kicked in and we’re now getting to see a glimpse of who Rhea must have been in Phoenix Valley.
“Okay,” she mutters to herself, swelling past the lump in her throat as she clears her lungs with a heavy sigh. “All or nothing right?”
“What would I ever do without you, huh?” she says with a flirty wink, and I grip her side playfully. “I dread to think,” I mumble in response, hearing the footsteps of everyone keeping up with us. I bask in her embrace for a second, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding the entire time.
“Holy fucking shit, Adonis. You’re awesome.” “I know,” I say with a smirk,
I grab her around the waist, pinning her to my chest as I drop us to the ground with a heavy thump and hide behind a boulder to my right. I move as quickly and as quietly as I can, making a total dick choice and covering her mouth with my hand, but I instantly channel into my thoughts, pleading for her to hear me.
“It’s a set up, Rhea. A set up.” “How the fuck do you know that?”
“Because those flames were blue, baby.”
“I have an idea, but you have to trust me.”
A clearing among the trees opens up, the sky above us burning red as the embers of a fire in the ground shine blue. Not just any blue. Hell blue. What the fuck is going on?
“You should have listened to me, Son. If you had given me control over the sealed souls like I wanted, none of this would have to happen.” Anger courses through my veins as she keeps Rhea pinned to her front, arms tucked in at her sides unable to move in my mother’s hold as she struggles.
“I’m done with talking, Khaos. Instead, I’m going to enjoy watching her burn for all of eternity in the flames of hell.” “No!” I yell, my lungs burning as my emotions get the better of me, but my mother takes great delight in the matter, her face a mixture of glee and manic as she releases her hold on Rhea and shoves her toward the blue flames. My heart lurches, my magic ready to dive in after her.
A woman with jet black hair and amethyst colored eyes floats to the ground, a black cape hanging from her shoulders as she grips my mother by her throat at the same time her shoes touch the soil beneath her. I’m stunned by my mother’s inability to fight back, only struggling against the tight grip around her neck for the briefest of moments before the woman raises her in the air and tosses her into the open flame too. The sounds of my mother’s cries echo in my mind as the woman turns her attention to Zellus. “What have you done to my daughter?”
