The Magic of Eternity (Emerald Lakes #5)

by Britt Andrews

‘Please. If you can hear me, know that I’m alive. The babies are alive. I love you, and I’m going to do whatever I have to do to get you back.’

Oh god

I knew that fate was sometimes—nearly always—worse than death itself.

“I’m here now and I’m never leaving your side again. We’re going to get out of here, I swear it. Stay with me, K. Please, please, stay with me, Alpha.”

“Bravery doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. Bravery means you accept that fear and let it fuel your purpose. It’s okay to be scared. You just can’t let that fear rule you, brother. Let it fucking guide you to achieve your goals.”

Was the hero of this story really a black mouse with the soul of Napoleon Bonaparte? It was looking more and more like yes, yes he was the fucking hero.

Napoleon scurried down the bed toward my feet. “Mon dieu, I was so excited to see you that I nearly forgot. Daddy of Thunder, please lift me to that vent.” “Daddy. Of. Thunder?” Cam choked out. If I had the strength, I would have been crying tears of laughter.

“Cam, shove that in my ass right now!” I barked, excitement and adrenaline mixing with the fever, causing me to feel like I was on a serious drug trip. Something cool and wet brushed over a small area of skin on my right butt cheek. “Definitely not what I thought I’d be doing the first time I heard you say those words to me...”

The kitten and the dragon. The asshole and the sweetheart. The mage and the witch. Man and woman. And I needed him.

“In the darkness, you’re my sunshine. You’re the sun at dawn, chasing the shadows from my wicked soul. I love you, and I’m so sorry, kitten.”

“You’re a stupid idiot,” she declared firmly, before pulling our foreheads together. “I’ve already forgiven you. A long time ago.” Relief sang through me. “Gods, I more than trust you. I love you so damn much.”

she was mine. And I was hers. I was never letting go. We kissed like it was the last thing we’d ever do, like there was an urgency to stake a claim on the other.

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I launched myself at him. I slapped his dick and pulled his boxers back up over it, then shoved a finger in his face. “This is mine. No other female will be seeing it in this lifetime or the next. Understand?” His pupils dilated and glowed orange as we stared at each other. “Did you just slap my dick? That really happened just now?”

Okay. Go on then, sexy boss man.

“The fact that you’re surprised right now just tells me I haven’t tossed you around the bedroom nearly enough. Once these girls are born, I’ll be sure to remedy that.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear, and a squeak came out of me, which had him chuckling silently.

Perhaps you should make yourself useful, mindfucker, and see if you can establish a mental connection with our woman!”

“That’s fucked up,” one of the men mused, this one wearing a gas mask. “I like it.”

Number Fishty

Hahahaha

glanced around me, because seriously, was this really happening right now? Was this male, who was already marked for death, honestly standing here and saying nice things about my fucking woman? Because yeah, she does have a big juicy ass! I didn’t like him talking about it though. I was about to let him know that,

“Red, I think we all sound strange right now. Since we got here, we’ve each been on our own sort of journey, right?” His blue eyes pierced me, forcing my head to nod. “None of us are getting out of this unscathed. Each one of us has gone through a transformation. Mine started the minute you flashed me those big green eyes as I stood outside of The Pig by the moving van. It’s been heaven and hell, baby.”

“Gods, you’re a vision in that dress. A true queen. It’s perfect. Come. Vaeryn is desperate to see you in it, and I want to show you off. I want all of these males here to see what is mine, and what will never be theirs. They can pledge their allegiance to you. They can love you in the way a village loves a queen, but they will never know what it feels like to breathe in your scent with their face between your thighs. They will never know how amazing it is to watch you being taken by your other mates. They will never see your body—this perfectly curvy, soft, gorgeous body. For any male that would try would meet a quick death.”

“I give you my word. If the opposite happens and I’m struck down, promise me you’ll tell them about me? That I loved them with an unrivaled fierceness. All they need to do to feel my love is look to the night sky and search out the brightest star. As for my wild one, tell her I’m so proud of her and that the greatest accomplishment of my life was being her father.”

Oh god im crying again

Seeing her go to these lengths to defend one of her mates was hands down the number one hottest thing I’d ever seen.

By the stars, he just keeps getting scarier and scarier. This was probably going to give me nightmares.

Poor kai hahaha

It would be the girls and Papa Faris, having our little tea parties, and mac and cheese lunch. I would be their favorite.

Faris is the goat

‘A witch, a mix of green and red, save a race before they’re dead. Change, rise, manifest. A soul so pure. You almost pass the test. Many for the price of three. Hurry, witch. What will it be? In royal red, your strength renewed. Hurry, witch, or all are doomed.’

Listen to me, you fancy-dicked, knotted-up, breeder stallion sons of bitches!” Goldie growled as another contraction passed, allowing her to breathe air into her lungs.

“I knew you’d agree with me. I never saw myself being sexually involved with a demon who has a loose butthole, but here we are.”

“My butthole is not loose. Keep laughing, fuckers. One day, we’ll have a tightest butthole competition, and I guarantee you that I will win. It will be a whole event!” They laughed harder, and Kai grinned. “Did you hear that, guys? He wants to have a hole event.” “Oh, I heard. I bet there’ll be some tight competition.” Sloane smirked at me. I leaned down and whispered, “Okay, you shits. Laugh all you want... but mark my words, I will win by a wide margin. There’ll be no stretching the truth then!” I flipped them all off and stormed away to their roaring laughter.

“Yeah. I want you to be the one,” Sloane replied, blinking rapidly, and I caught the look of adoration it earned him from Fischer. “Why?” Faris narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Because, I don’t want you missing out on anything anymore.” The grumpy mage shifted on his feet awkwardly as Faris stared at him, before speeding over and wrapping Sloane in a bear hug, lifting him a few inches off the ground.

“It feels like I’m swimming in a sea of sadness without a life jacket. Like, I’m trying very hard to stay above water… but sometimes it would be easier to stop kicking because I’m just so tired. But I’m scared to sink.”

I know this feeling all to well