If today's chapter has got you a little emotional and wishing we knew more about Cole and Andromeda, then I'm happy to tell you they will be getting a spin-off story when I finish the main series. 'Valor, Virtue and Verve' is now in the pipeline.
I cannot believe I’ve agreed to this. I must be out of my mind, but then again if I can endure one ball then he’ll make his wish and I’ll be free from all of this once and for all. I feel a pang of sadness somewhere deep inside me, but I do my best to lock it up and throw away the key. I’ve let myself get closer to Sebastian more than I ever intended and that was foolhardy of me. It’ll only make things harder for him when I leave. I finish buttoning the white waistcoat of my three-piece tuxedo, grab my jacket and slip it on, smoothing out my lapels and collar. Once again Sebastian’s choices regarding my attire have been right on the money. The three piece-tuxedo he picked includes a white dress shirt and black jacket with white lapels and white satin lining with a black carnation sewn into the lapel along with mini gold chains hanging decoratively from the left breast pocket. A gold tie-clip adorns my black satin tie with another gold chain hanging decoratively from it. The white wai
With a smile of victory now gracing his handsome face, he takes my hand once again, sending jolts of electricity through my flesh as he leads me through the ballroom directly to his parents. Suddenly that sensation of not being able to breathe is making a valiant return. “Mother, Father, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he says, stopping in front of his parents with emboldened determination. His parents cease their conversation and turn to give their son their attention. My eyes lock with his father’s and the tension building from our stares could suffocate the room. He’s made his opinion of me very clear, and I told him in the most delicate way I could, to go screw himself. Based on his face, I’m glad to see he remembers. He can’t kill me, and he can’t have me removed from the kingdom, I’ll just end up right back next to Sebastian. “Is this Lemuel?” His mother asks, she looks at me with curiosity and interest. I’ve heard she’s as bigoted as the King, but perhaps she’s more o
Using the fountain, I teleport myself and Lemuel back to my room. I have had it with his hot and cold, wish-washy bullshit. I’ve been pretty tolerant up until now, but now I’ve reached my fucking limit. Once we manifest in my room I forcefully pin him against the door and stare into his electric eyes – a vibrant storm of blue and purple darting around in confusion. Maybe I should have given him a warning but fuck that shit. “I am so sick of your hot and cold bullshit. You openly claim me in front of my parents and that bitch, Circe, then all of a sudden you can’t be free of me fast enough. Which the fuck is it? You can’t have both, Lemuel. You can’t claim me and then want to be as far away from me as possible, so tell me what the fuck you want?!” I shout in an angry rush. “I DON’T KNOW!” He screams, stunning me. I didn’t know his vocal cords had such range. His brows are dipped in a deep-set frown, and his chest is rising and falling like he’s struggling to get air. I look into his
He places his hand around the back of my head, holding me in place as his lips begin to feast on mine, and I surrender to the power and force of them, wrapping my arms around his neck as I feel his hand glide down my body and cup my dick through my pants. I moan into his kisses pressing myself into his hand, craving his touch. He squeezes my cock through my slacks, and all I want is out of these fucking clothes. I turn us around and start guiding him to the bed as he, with perfect movements, pushes off my jacket while kicking off his pants and shoes. I toss my jacket across the room and rid myself of my shirt and tie while he unbuttons my slacks. I push him down onto the bed and watch as he quickly removes the last vestiges of his clothing, while I slip off my shoes and socks and push my slacks down finally freeing my hard-on from its constraints. I watch his tongue dart out and skim across his bottom lip as his eyes drink me in. I’ve wanted him to look at me like this since the day h
“People like you are a plague on humanity. I see the darkness that consumes your soul. You care only for your own selfish desires and not for the lives you destroy. You revel in your spoils while others suffer for your misdeeds. You granted your heart’s deepest wishes and others paid the price. Now you shall return the favour…” The words that have haunted me for centuries assault my mind as memories of unrelenting pain take over my senses while the image of piercing silver eyes watch on with a cold satisfaction more bone-chilling than any nightmare could hope to be. I wake up with a jolt, my heart pounding beneath my ribcage as the thunderous sound of its fear-filled beats fill my eardrums. I lay my head in my hands as I attempt to catch my breath, and it’s now I feel the sweat that has formed along my brow. I feel the trickle of sweat as it slides down my back. I shiver as the cool air hits my moist flesh, and yet still I feel as though I have been bathing in front of an open flame
A fag. He actually called me a fag. My own parents have never even called me that and they’re walking, talking bigots. Not a single person I have ever come into contact with has ever called me that, and the first person to do it was my soulmate. I walk through the palace on autopilot, my feet moving sluggishly against the marble floors. I feel as though there is a thick dark cloud looming over me, weighing me down. I need to get some air and clear my head, or at least try to. I make my way through the palace, being greeted by staff and officials as I go and for once I can’t bring myself to return their greetings. I can’t force a smile on my face, not when my heart is crushing me from the inside. I make my way to a large, ornate, gold door on the first floor and open it revealing a large stone spiral staircase that leads down to the bowels of the palace. I carefully make my way down the stairs and feel my spirits begin to lift as my path is guided by the shimmering blue along the wall
A stupefied laugh escapes me, “What the fuck are you wearing?” I ask between chortles. “It’s my apology,” he says, holding his arms out wide with a look of pure guilt and mortification on his dreamy face. Now that I think about it, I can feel hints of how uncomfortable he is, but also how nervous he is. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Lemuel, the man who always dresses to perfection, is wearing the sexy butler outfit I got him. I only got that as a joke, I never expected him to ever wear it. The thin printed top is clinging to his muscles and… well, the underwear is far too small and not doing a good job at containing the family jewels. Which I’m not bothered by, having now seen him naked I can honestly say, no kinky outfit compares to his naked body. He's even wearing the cuffs and necktie! “You look hot,” I smirk as I continue to check him out. My eyes dip down to admire his sexy, muscular legs and for a moment I remember the way they were wrapped around me last night. He grima
I hold Sebastian’s hand tight to the point I fear I’ll crush it, but I still don’t relax my hold. I’ve never told a soul any of this, and if he reacts how I think he will, then this will be the last time I ever get to touch him. The moment I said I killed my family, I felt it. I felt the dread and the fear creeping over him. He can say what led to my curse changes nothing, but it changes everything. It did for me. “What do you mean you killed your family?” He slowly asks, managing more composure than I expected. I take in a deep breath and brace myself to relieve a past I’ve long tried to forget, “I was born in 1711 in what you might know to be called the Kingdom of Ankole, which is now part of Uganda.” His eyes widen in surprise “You don’t sound like you’re from Uganda.” “How many people do you know from Uganda?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. “Um… just you. I just mean you don’t have that kind of African accent.” “There’s no such thing as an African accent. Africa is a continent c