After Chaos rejoined Elliot’s body, which I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing, Elliot carried me back to our room. The position was compromising, but no one dared question the King carrying his Queen through the castle over his shoulder. They probably assumed that we were in love, acting as mates would. I wiggled within his hold, but if I’m being honest, the last thing I truly wanted was to escape whatever punishment Elliot had planned for me. The thought alone sent heat coursing through my veins and causing an ache in my core. My body flopped backwards onto our bed, my chest rising and falling as I stared at Elliot. He wore an unreadable expression on his face as he stared down at my unmoving form. Our eyes locked in a battle, who was going to make the first move. Elliot had accepted that the two of us were going to make the most of the time we had together, but it never failed that every time we crossed the line, he seemed to be fighting some form of internal battle with
“Come here kitten.” I want to kill him. Elliot’s a fucking dick. This “punishment” was supposed to be a joke. She was intoxicating in the office, playing Elliot like the dumb fuck violin that he is, and he bought into her little show. But once he realized how much he hates the fact that she owns him, he got angry. Lilliana doesn’t deserve that bullshit. She crawled up to me, smelling strongly of orange blossom, sweat, and sex. I fucking love it. Inhaling, I drowned in her. She’s a fucking Goddess. Lilliana isn’t like the women that I’m used to. In Hell, women are vultures. They’re cutthroat and have one thing in mind; themselves. My kitten is kind, she has a massive heart, is way too goddamn forgiving. And fuck me, she looks into my eyes and doesn’t see a demon. She doesn’t see a creature. She just sees a man worthy of a woman like her. I pulled her close to my body. Feeling her warmth against me makes me shudder. It’s strange, such simple things. Things that most would s
I feel so warm and heavy. Like I’m wrapped in one of those expensive heating blankets that we use during the harshest winters. I don’t want to wake up. My eyelids flutter as I force them open. Soft snores coming from beneath me have memories of last night flooding my brain. Elliot’s cold demeanor cut me deep. Every single time I feel as if we make progress, he takes ten steps back. But then there is Chaos, who is nothing but gentle and kind. His words penetrate my pain like the sweetest medicine. I’m still wrapped in his arms with my head laying against his chest. My heart swells knowing that he held me through the entire night. Glancing up, I study him. It’s not often that I get the opportunity to, so I greedily take it now. Chaos has soft features, while still being incredibly masculine. His lips are full and plush, parted slightly to see perfectly straight, white teeth. He has a small scar near his brow that I’m curious about. Maybe I’ll ask him someday. His long, thick dar
“I’m sorry, what?” Elliot’s voice came out laced with venom. I was too stunned by Chaos' confession that the loudness of his voice didn't even startle me. Chaos’ eyes were full of sorrow as they met mine, “Wha... What are you saying?” I whispered, though it came out more as a choked sob. The air in the room felt thick, my chest heaving with every breath. “I’ve been tracking the warlock for almost a hundred years. He’s powerful enough to hop through realms with ease. He uses dark magic which makes it damn near impossible to track him. But even dark magic has its limits,” Chaos frowned, “Someone created a forcefield of light magic here and I unknowingly broke that field. He’d tricked me into thinking that he’d managed to make it through, but I was the one who gave him the in.” My mind was spinning with the information that Chaos had been hiding this whole time. Who would have created a forcefield of magic here? And why? My father had to of had the answers to all of my questions. He
“Lilliana,” Queen Stella outstretches her arms, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she held me as a mother would, before releasing me and turning towards Elliot, “Mr. Lakin, it’s been a long time. I see you’ve added to your party,” she raised a brow, winking at Elliot. “You’re too perceptive, your highness,” Elliot returned with a smile. “Please, call me Stella. Follow me, we have plenty to discuss. Your friend can join us if he’d like,” she threw a warm smile over her shoulder, directed at Elliot. I moved back a little, walking slowly next to Elliot, “Is she talking about Chaos?” I whispered. “Mhmm,” he responded with a light nod. My mind was swirling with questions. How did she know with a single glance at Elliot? Xantha’s main castle was stunning. The exterior was a deep, almost black-blue stone with creeping vines covering a large portion of the walls. Crystal clear blue waters surround the base of the castle, flowing into nearby canals that traveled away from the ca
I’m not the kind of guy who cares to take care of Lilliana, but seeing her face morph painfully the more Stella spoke sent a knife straight through my heart. ‘It’s cause you have feelings for her, asshole,’ Chaos growled in my head, but I ignored him. I don’t need his shit right now. So what if I cared? It doesn’t change anything. Lilliana had been eerily quiet the entire ride to this house. Now she’s studying everything with an unreadable gleam in her eyes. I never knew the full story between my grandfather and Lilliana’s grandmother, but my father always said it wasn’t what it seemed. I’m not sure how to feel about the information myself, but it’s in the past. There is nothing we can do to change it now. ‘I’m almost certain you and I were switched at birth,’ Chaos mumbled. Ignoring his constant jabs, I opened the door, grasping Lilliana’s delicate hand in mine, helping her up the steps, and into the home. It felt unusually warm and inviting here, something I’ve not fel
Yesterday evening felt so real and so unreal at the same time. Elliot was being everything that I’d always hoped he’d be while Chaos had been even more sweet than he’d ever been before. I’m not sure I ever want to go back home. Home. The word feels like an alien concept. As unreal as Xantha feels to me. All my life, I’ve lived in hiding. Lived in fear that I would be found out. It bred a shame within me. Shame that I possessed magic. But here; I am free. It's such a foreign feeling. Going from feeling as if you were in shackles your entire life. As if your lips were sewn shut to keep the truth behind them. The weight that has been lifted from my shoulders alone makes it feel as if I can breathe again. “Would you like to explore?” Elliot questioned without looking up from the diaries. He’s been reading every page, hanging on every word, like he might find the answers that we so desperately need hiding within their leather binds. “That’s like asking me if I’d like to breath
I understand now why Elliot was so eager to sell his soul away. I feel numb, but not numb in a good way. The pain in my chest has grown, festering into a pain that is so incredibly awful, that I feel nothing at all. It’s there, in the background, but my body is giving up. My mind is exhausted. I’m at the point where I just want to shut down. “Kitten, my heart is breaking seeing you like this. What can I do?” Chaos whispered against my head. He’s been holding me since we came home. I’ve not uttered a word of what I’d seen. I couldn’t. It was as if the memory was locked away, the key thrown into the abyss. “Don’t let me go. Please.” I know it sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care. My entire life has been one giant lie and my father was at the core of it all. The man I’d idolized my entire life. The man I would have defended with my life. It was all a lie. “Never, kitten,” Chaos whispered, placing a finger beneath my chin to tilt my face up to his, “I’m yours. However you