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“What’s it like?” My mind had been moving a million miles a minute conjuring up every single question that I wanted to ask Chaos whenever I’d get the chance. When Elliot had so casually mentioned that he was a demon, like that wasn’t a big deal or anything, I’d been less shocked than I was excited. Chaos had been walking around my oasis for the last fifteen minutes admiring everything in full detail. The way that he’d lean down and look at the smallest of details reminded me of how I was the first time I was here, “You mean being a demon?” He moved to the edge of the pool, peering over the edge at the deep, black abyss before squatting down and running his fingers through the water. He lifted his thumb to his lips, swiping his tongue along the pad before scrunching his nose in disgust. I felt my cheeks heat from watching him, “Yes.” “It depends on the day. Year. Century. I’ve been with Elliot for two years now, but before that, I’d not had a mission in probably, fifty years or
He fucking left me. Right now. At the absolute worst possible moment. Chaos is in hell, for who knows how long, and I’m stuck next to Lilliana in bed. Gritting my teeth, I tried to move my legs, but to no avail. Panic and anxiety are slowly creeping in as the memories of my past create a dark cloud in my mind. “Do you really have to go?” Gwen pouted, sticking out her lower lip for good measure. “I’ll only be gone a few days. When I get back, I’ll make sure to spend exactly the same amount of time, worshipping you, baby.” Talon whistled, sticking his two fingers up and moving his tongue between them crudely. Gwen rolled her eyes, flipping him off but he winked at her, unbothered. Me and the guys were going out for the weekend to ride dirt bikes before I took the throne alongside Emmet and Hartley. Grabbing Gwen’s face, I pulled her in for a sensual kiss. I wanted to bring her with me, but she refused to learn to ride, and told me it would be more fun for me if she didn’t
“I can’t believe you peed on me.” I was only joking with him, but a wash of sadness crossed his features. I can’t imagine a man like Elliot, so strong and full of pride, having to ask anyone for help with something as simple as using the bathroom. After attempting to haul him into the bathroom, I lost my footing, sending us both tumbling to the ground. In my attempt to push him off of me, I accidentally pushed against his bladder. “I’m sorry. I make an awful nurse,” I shook my head, trying to lessen the shame I could see swimming in his eyes. He couldn’t help that he was paralyzed, and honestly, I could care less that he peed on me. But I could see it in his eyes that he felt less of a man.....and it broke my heart. “You don’t have to sit here with me all day. I shouldn’t have bothered you,” he added, not making eye contact. Biting my bottom lip, I contemplated what to say. He was shutting down, but that was the last thing that I wanted. This whole time, I’ve been try
“Lilliana, what is the meaning of this?” my mother’s nasally voice interrupted my thoughts. I’d been replaying my day with Chaos and Elliot over and over in my head. The thrill of finally harnessing my magic had my heart racing with the purest form of excitement. Chaos told me there was no way that was everything I’ve got and that was equally terrifying as it was exhilarating. Turning my head, I met her icy glare, holding up the contract that I’d revised for Gwen as well as the new one for Moira. I shrugged, “What do you mean, mother?” My patience for her was incredibly thin anymore. I don’t have the time or effort to put into dealing with her constant berating, and I no longer feel I deserve it either. I realized that allowing her to continuously put me down was a form of punishment I was inflicting on myself because I felt as if I deserved it. “You cannot reverse a contract that I officially signed,” she growled, “I made sure that there were absolutely no loopholes. This j
“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?” None of it was. He did everything he could to save his friend, even when it cost him his ability to walk. I could see the guilt in his eyes telling me the story. He felt responsible. That’s a burden that no one should carry on their shoulders. From that moment on, it was like a trickle effect. He was wheelchair bound and stuck, literally left with his thoughts and no outlet. Gwen slowly realized that she couldn’t get through to him, so she stopped trying. She started finding solace in the arms of another man, who just so happened to be Elliot’s best friend and Beta. I want to hate Talon. I do hate him. Just not as much as before. He was depressed and probably not thinking straight. It’s not an excuse, but a form of understanding I suppose. Elliot shrugged, staring up through the thick layer of trees, “Every day since, I wished it was me who fell down that damned canyon.” An emotional sigh escaped my lips, tears stinging the backs of my e
“Are either of you going to tell me what is going on? Why are we here right now?” Elliot basically dragged me to the church after our dinner with my so-called uncle with a cryptic ‘I’ll explain when we get there’. Chaos was pacing back and forth beside the pool while Elliot sat on a step with his elbows on his knees. “Chaos,” he paused his pacing, taking a deep breath as our eyes met, “Please tell me what’s going on.” He walked closer, each step echoing through the expanse of the space and sending my heart into a frenzy, “Kitten,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine gently, “You are in danger.” I felt his hand graze my chest. Glancing down, I saw him rolling my pendant between his fingers, “Who gave you this?” My fingers met his, grasping the small, emerald pendant. Emotions clogged my throat as I thought of my father. I remember the day like it was yesterday. “My father gifted me this pendant on my thirteenth birthday. He told me that it was special and would bring
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