Kim The clicking of boots against the damp stone let me know nothing in particular. In the time I’ve been down here there, the clicking boots could mean 1 of 3 things:1) someone is bringing me scraps 2) Derek has come down to talk to meor 3) The Daemonium has sent someone to beat me“Miss Ashyver.” Skits across the walls. So number 2. I don’t bother with a response or moving from my slouched position in the corner of the cell. Scraping of metal replacing the clicking makes me look up. A plate in front of me catches my eye. I look up and into Dereks eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” He says softly. I say nothing. “You brought this on yourself. You should’ve just listened and followed him. You could’ve just…” I cut him off. “Done what you did? Been a coward?” It’s

Kim  I walk in through the big oak doors to his office. His eyes lift from the papers littering his desk and run up and down my body. I pull the tie of my knee length coat and shrug the leather from my shoulders to reveal nothing underneath. His eyes darken but he makes no effort to move. Making my way around the desk, he pulls his chair out so I can half lean half sit on the desk in front of him. He looks up at me with nothing but a predatory gaze. Running his eyes from my heel clad feet up to my dead serious eyes. His hands find my hips and he props me properly on the desk while standing. His gaze drifts down my body once more before locking on my eyes.  "You never cease to amaze me." He leans forward and kisses me. It's slow and deep and claiming. He tastes like whiskey. I arch my back into the kiss. Into his body. We fit so well together. He laces his fingers through my hair and tugs so he has better access to every inch of my mouth. My fingers pop each

Calypso “Fuck, Kiaan.” I moan into his ear. He growls be at at me as he push deeper. Training took a bit of a detour today. We decided to go to the outdoor rings for some early morning training. Things got very intense and somewhat heated. And since we’re alone, we let it get heated. My eyes snap open. “Shit!” “Holy fuck!” Kiaan growls back. “I know where it is!” I shout and push him away from me. I push off of the tree he had me pinned to and pull up my gym pants.“What is happening?” My mates stares at me all flustered with his pants around his ankles. “I have to go. But I’ll see you later.” I shout and I run towards the castle. Roy has been wracking his brain for days on where the angels estate could possibly be. He gave us all Honey’s description of what the actual estate looks lik

3rd person perspective It must be quite a sight to behold. The Crown Prince of the Wolves; The Leader of the Vamps; The Second Born Princess of The Wolves; The Witch Queen and The Gremlin General marching at the head of an army. They emerge from the forest and March down the hill towards an awaiting band of Angels. The army holts and Roy steps forward. “We wish to speak to The Daemonium.” His voice carries across the valley. Black shadows form around the training grounds and from them rises a Fae Male. “What do you think you are doing on my property?” The male speaks loud and authoritatively. “We simply come for Kimberlee Mylean Ashyver. Hand her over and we will leave peacefully. But a fair warning, we are not afraid of a war.” “You should be.” _________________KimClick click click click click click click click Who could it possibly be now? “Miss Ashyver.” Dereks voice sounds off. I sit up slightly. “You have to eat something, Kim. Please. Something. Anything. Tell me wha