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‘The chosen one has found her mates, in a web woven by the fates. One was lost to be replaced by two, now a sixth is bound to you. What once was five will need one more to guide you through your destined door. Each will rise to find new power, as darkness looms and goodness cowers.
Hold fast to earth which brings new life, awaken the Dragon chained by strife. Nature's fury will rain down aide, one who is many will release his rage. Two sides of one coin you'll be entwined, one in blood, one in mind. In royal red your strength renewed, hurry witch or all are doomed.’
“You’re mine, Goldie girl. I’d slay a thousand dragons with demon riders before allowing one burning ember to touch your porcelain skin. Anything you desire will be yours. And if that means I have to share you with four other men who love you as fiercely as I do, then I accept that completely. I’d yank the fucking moon from the sky and personally deliver it to your hands if you wanted it.”
“Tomorrow I’m going to mate you, Goldie. Tonight, I’m going to let you rest and get some energy back because tomorrow, you’re mine. I’m going to make every one of your holes my motherfucking home. Our bodies are going to become one being, our souls will become one entity. The way it should be.
He’s gonna make my holes his home? My inner witch was jumping up and down holding up a vacancies sign. Because, you know, multiple openings.
"You want to play Risk, the game of World Domination, with six highly trained mercenaries?"
"Suck off your demon, Kitten. Show Faris how good your mouth can be when it's not being so damn sassy."
Sloane Sullivan was desire and passion; he was anger and fire. Everything I felt for the mage was larger than life, just like him.
