“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
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