The shock of Lucas' proximity and his hands on mine sent my body into overdrive. Every nerve ending was buzzing with electricity under his touch. The smell of wood smoke and citrus took over my senses, invading my mind, clouding my vision. My ears honed into the crackling of the fireplace, lulled by the soothing sound the room blurred out of focus and my mind was being transported to somewhere else. When my vision come back into focus, I was no longer in the stone room with Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. But rather I was in a large grassy clearing with the Lucas the boy. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of crickets in the long grass around us. Small flies danced in the muggy air and a large bonfire stood in the centre of a ring of logs. Lilith was sat on the other side of the flames next to another woman with long black hair billowing out behind her in the gentle summer breeze. They chatted and laughed with each other, the sound

  I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster. One thing we had not been taught at the academy was that demons could morph into another form like a werewolf. This was a little know fact, meaning that demons must have taken great pains to ensure that this fact didn’t get out. What did that mean for me? Was I now in danger having witnessed Lucas' transformation? Of course not, I pushed the uneasiness in my stomach down, I am after all half demon. His horns protruded from either side of his forehead, a dark angry open wound encircled both of them from where they broke through the skin, sticky blood dripping down his forehead. His face was unchanged except for his once ice blue eyes were now two black pits, the flicker of f

“Power?” I asked in disbelief. How would his daughter having the fire magic help him get Power. “Because Nova will inherit the St Leger title, and with it she would become the matriarch of the family. She will be power. In turn Lucien will be the highest ranking male member of the family. He can control Nova, use her for his own means. All with very little cost to himself.” “I cannot believe that any man, no father, would risk condemning their own child purely for his own gain. It seems so cold hearted.” “Like I said, Lucien is a ruthless demon. He has no heart Avalon. Like most demons in the underworld. He does not care that you are his niece, he did not care that Oona was his sister. He would most certainly not care that Nova is his daughter.” “What is Nova like? Do you think she would allow him to use her?” I ask, curious about my cousin who, until today, I had no idea existed. “Why the sudden interest Lonnie?” Lucas asked with a glint in h

  Still reeling from my orgasm, I barely register the soft mattress dipping underneath me as Lucas pulls himself up from between my legs. He straddles my hips leaning forward with his arms flanking my head either side. His face was inches from me. My juices still glistening from his lips. His eyes watched me, a smouldering smirk plastered to his mouth like the cat that got the cream, and his hair falling wild framing his face. As my heart rate began to drop I realised that the insatiable need within me was still roaring with life. Warmth still pooled in my stomach, and my core ached with longing to be filled. I could feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment at my one track mind. My eyes focused in on Lucas’ lips. My teeth gnawing at my bottom lip. Lucas noticed my apparent discomfort, and leaned forward placing a tender kiss to my lips. It was soft a sensual, so unlike the heated needy kisses we shared before. This kiss had a deeper meaning, it was full of p

I cried for what felt for hours. I cried until there wasn’t anything left in me to cry. Year of pent up emotion and rage for my uncle came out in one fell swoop. By the time I had finished, my body was physically and mentally exhausted. I cuddled up against Lucas, he body and warmth comforting. He sat with me on the floor not once complaining or growing frustrated. He simply allowed me to be, and get everything out. When I finally stopped crying, he wiped my tear, giving me a gentle kiss before leading me to a comfy chair near the fire. I had no idea how cold I was until we sat in front of the warm glow. The bed sheet the only thing still covering my nakedness beneath. “They will come for me now, won’t they?” I asked sadly. Already coming to term with the fate that has befallen me. “You will most likely be summoned, yes.” Lucas replied plainly. He body was tense next to me. He liked the idea even less than I did. He would happily keep me hidden in his