My fingers trailed over the bedding as I looked as seductively as possible at him over my shoulder. My ponytail brushed my back, and I smiled when I found his eyes on my face instead of my naked body. He would get his chance to explore that later. For now, he looked happy as we made eye contact. As
Joselin's P.O.V. The feeling of a hand trailing over my hip, pushing the blanket down a tiny bit, made me stir. I rolled onto my back with my eyes closed, knowing by how dark it was that it was still either nighttime or very early. Either way, I needed way more sleep to recover from last night. Th
Killian had been talking about testing other alternatives to The Offering. After what happened with his mother, he didn't want to be responsible for any other woman being put in that same position. She had been chosen as a breeder for the previous king and was raped to produce an heir. It was someth
Joselin's P.O.V. The food I had gathered for us was long forgotten in the kitchen. My plans for the evening were gone as well. The air in my tower swirled angrily with the threat of a storm caused by me. It had been a very long time since my emotions ruled my magic. It made me feel inept, and the
"Nice suit." My eyes trailed over him, my voice coming out softer than usual and sounding strange to my ears. Only it wasn't mine. It was hers. Whoever this woman was that I was pretending to be sounded sweet yet seductive. Tobias's eyes narrowed, and I could see the question in his glare, wonderin
Tobias's P.O.V. I smelled her as soon as she walked in. I would know her scent anywhere. But the woman that made her way to me was not mine. She was beautiful, but she belonged to someone else. For a moment, I wanted to kill her. I wanted to string her up by her toes until she told me where my wit
Joselin allowed me to take her right back to her tower. She walked at my side with her head down, like a child about to be scolded. As soon as we were inside and in the safety of her home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same position we had been in at the mating mixer. "
Breeding had been a problem for our kind. My kind had held out for their mates for the longest time, wanting to produce the strongest bloodlines possible. When they finally gave up the search, it was too late for them to have children. Things had gotten out of hand when we opened up to breeding with