"The snow is starting to pick, Adrian. Do you think it's such a good idea to head into town like this?" "Don’t ask me that; say that you are worried about my driving skills." He responds cavalierly as again the car swerves slightly on the icy road. "You keep losing control of the wheels!" "There was a stray bunny the first two times!” He defends loudly—is it possible for him to be a bike expert but poor at driving? "We have a perfect driver at home. The man we came with." He doesn't respond to my reply; merely smiles. “What are you smiling at?” “You said ‘at home’.” I almost roll my eyes; did I never use the phrase before? Again, I turn my gaze outside to the snow-covered trees that we drive past. Anything feels safer than staring at the road as he drives the truck poorly—it makes it worse that the snow falling doesn’t seem to lessen in intensity. "Do I have any friends?" I ask as I contemplate turning on the radio. "You do, unfortunately." "Unfortunately?" I question.
"Is there a furnace in the room? If there is one, I can take the couch."I offer to her question on sharing, but Adrian shakes his head adamantly."I'll sleep on the couch; you take the bed."He offers."Sweet of you, shy lovers, to assume that there is a loveseat in the room. We traded them in for single sofas just last week.""Fuck...."Both of them turn to face me and my potty mouth."I...meant that in my head, not... sorry."I mumble the apology when all else fails."We’ll figure ourselves out."Adrian utters as he takes the offered keys and places his hand all too naturally on my waist to guide me."Dinner is at six. Do you prefer room service or dining with the rest of the guests?""We’ll dine with everyone.""Lovely, you can dial the front desk to change at any time. Don’t forget to bring your clothes to the front desk for laundry. You should get them by the door tomorrow."“Right. Do you offer any sweatpants?”I ask, recalling that neither of us had a change of clothes.“Yes.”
"You always did have a way with your tongue."Adrian utters in a cold tone that matches his face poorly."Are… are you crying?"I ask as I near him, my hands raising on their own to cup his beautiful and wet face."You died in my arms... how can you expect me not to cry."He whines before pushing into my unconscious embrace.For some reason, he feels like an innocent child with tears streaming down his face…I don’t...think I have seen a man cry before; and for him, I only felt his tears.So he really did cry.I do not know why that makes me happy; perhaps a sign that I do not only come with the flavours of misery."You realise your cock is still pressing against me as you cry? I mean, pick a-"'Struggle', 'pick a struggle' is what I mean to say, but tears cloud my eyes at the unfamiliarity of the moment and the slight whimper and sniffles coming from his throat.I should ask what happened with Dominic so that I find out if he also has his memories, but instead, I lean into his warmth
Adrian M. Knox.The scent of watermelon and red wine burned itself in his lungs the more he pressed her closer to him—it was dizzying and delicious; even her blood that hung onto his teeth held the taste of refreshing watermelon sangria.His hands that gripped her back slid down to the curve of her ass to lift her so he could swing inside her more easily.She was so warm and tight that he couldn’t envision a more perfect fit for his length, so much so that his pace picked without his conscious attention; the only thing that irked him about her the moment was the hoodie she had on; he needed to get rid of the grey-A dull sting pressed itself onto his shoulder, but he could barely feel the pain until he turned to her and noticed the redness of her teeth, then the tears brimming her eyes as she clung on to him as if he were her last breath.She bit him like a little vampire—adorable, simply, exquisite—everything about her remained exquisite. If only he had known about these sides of her
Ruby Mallory Clive No…Adrian. My racing mind dizzies my vision before a sense of nausea washes over me. The scent of blood is so repugnant that I can feel my mouth water in preparation to hurl, but I can't! I mustn’t! "Adrian..." I utter with trembling lips; even the goddess knows it is not the snow's chill that quivers them. I dare not touch the appendage, lest it be useful for evidence, but instead, I rush up the stained steps to fall still at the sight of Leon and the Alpha outside the blood-stained house whose door has been torn from its hinges. Leon holds the Alpha to keep him from entering the house that looks as if it were decorated for Halloween, especially with the several body bags being loaded into a dark truck with tinted windows. The two of them break into a passionate-looking argument that Leon controls with a forced hug to the much larger framed Adrian, whose back begins to shake as if he is weeping. He has been crying a lot of late, but this time, I cannot help
"You- you sent them to Adrian's mother?"I ask Elaine, finding it wholly impossible to maintain a straight tone that doesn't show my disbelief, but even the rage in my bones at her stupidity causes me to stand.Her gaze escapes mine as she takes a step back."She dead because of you? If you are angry, attack me, fight me! Don’t send my parents to kill the Alpha’s loved ones all because-”A loud scream escapes me.“You clumsy bitch, what did his mother ever do to you?"The shock on Elaine’s face looks genuine.Yet, despite that, I can’t help but want to scratch her face off. She has the nerve to detest me and call me the daughter of a murderer when she is the one collaborating with the man who killed her father.What is this hypocrisy?"She isn't dead. They just took her somewhere safe. To-""Are you three years old? When you tell an evil fuck a weakness, do you expect them to nourish it? Adrian’s mother is dead; her body was torn limb from limb. I saw her hand, I saw the body bags the
Dominic’s nails must have lengthened in the fist he holds my hair in because some strands of my copper hair fall off. "I can walk on my own!" I protest when the edges of the stairs strike my ribs each time he pulls me up a step, giving me no chance to get on my feet. The entryway leads to a familiar bar, the same one I played pool in against Sydney and his gang— I guess it doubles as a safe house. “I said I'm willing to walk!” I yell as my hands fight against his much larger ones. "Shut up!" Dominic curses. "Let me go!" "Shut your mouth, you whore!" He curses before tossing me against the pool table, which crushes instantly under the force and my weight. My entire body hurts at the impact, but at least there is some proximity between us. “How dare you! How fucking dare you let him mark you, you are mine!” He roars as I struggle to pick myself up from the collapsed table. My eyes turn to the open doorway, then the window; it’s closed, unfortunately. The rattling of his be
Where am I?The brightness around me turns to a pastel purple before three people show up before me.All of them have my hair and eyes...actually, they are me at different ages.Soft fur brushes against my left side before Maya settles beside me.“What's going on? Is this 'heaven’, rather is this where the Goddess resides?” ‘Do you think you are going to heaven with the kind of bedroom sex you had with the-?'“Ahh! Stop, oh my God, Maya!”Maya smiles before turning to my eight or is it seven-year-old self.‘This sometimes happens when you have multiple regrets. Typically, you choose how far back you want to go, but…’She drawls.“But?”I prod.‘There are usually gates behind the representations that you choose, but there is none, meaning…’The three versions of me at different ages vanish, leaving Maya and me behind.‘Meaning I do not have the power to make a way back for us.’So…this is it?The room’s light dims slightly before a sigh escapes me.“So, this is our afterlife, then? I