Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up. He wasn’t in the mood to play nice, to seduce a foul-tempered woman who’d readily gut him the instant he lowered his guard—been there, have a new body to prove it. He’d rather go up against an entire army of demons than coax the female to relinquish her soul. No one in their right head would want to give up their soul willingly? You would… Doesn’t count because he wasn’t of sound mind, was he? But, who did Kalyssandra consider worthy of such a …show more content…
Under the moonlight, the rocky landscape gleams midnight blue touched with silver. The only thing missing from his view was the cenobites. Where were they? Though the stone walls of the building offered privacy, he doubted the timeworn rock was a hundred percent soundproof. He stared at the other end of the corridor where he knew a short flight of stairs led down to the ground floor when the cell phone in his shirt pocket vibrated against his chest. He pulled it out and checked the screen before answering the call. “Yes?” “We’ve got trouble.” He turned his face to the window and spoke to Jonas. “Where?” “Teahouse.” Phenix glanced over at Kalyssandra’s door. “I’m on my way. Can you contain it?” “Horse has already bolted. It’s a little late to shut the door now.” Phenix ended the call and stretched his neck to each side. Damn, would he ever catch a break? A cold breath whispered across the back of his neck, and had nothing to do with the winter air wafting through the latticed window. A few minutes ago, everything had been on track and he’d persuaded her to have dinner with him. But Jonas’ call had shot things to hell. Stalking along the hall to her bedroom, he lifted a hand and was about to knock when the door swung open and Kalyssandra dropped into a fighting stance. “Shàngdì!” He resisted smiling, watched her eyes turn a dark, searing shade of brown. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but no one has ever called me, ‘Supreme
There were long hallways with sconces lined along them. The aged wallpaper peeled at the corners and the wood creaked beneath his feet. The door had knockers, which he pegged odd for interior design, but dismissed it.
Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.
Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and
When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be
“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.
Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.
JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.
A moan rang out through the living room as Mags writhed on the couch. Olivia always did have the the tongue of a goddess and holy shit was she making good use of it now. The plan had been to wait until Shawn got home before starting the fun with Olivia, but one thing had led to the other… He could just join in when he returned. She knew he wouldn’t have appreciated another party so soon, but would definitely appreciate some fun times with Liv to help him wind down from his first day at work. Plus, she was still recuperating from yesterday.
A wave of fury heats my chest, melting the icy fingers. However, I can't determine who I'm more enraged with, him or me.
She'd been in his apartment a matter of minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to drop to her knees to blow him. Brett felt a touch guilty as his erection throbbed in his pants. Not accustomed to paying for sex, even though there was a purpose behind it on this occasion, it didn't sit well. Nor did the knowledge that the girls dates usually accompanied them to a gala event that under other circumstances they'd never access to, or at least wined and dined them first. Sex was, of course, expected, but only as dessert rather than the entree itself. Brett was also a man who liked to take his time and ensure the women enjoyed the experience as much as he did.
Duncan nodded curtly to Lily, and then added "Indeed we will, my apologies my mind is engaged for the moment" He managed to give her smile before he found himself deep in concentration once more.
The jeep screeched to a halt. They jumped out and charged up the steps to the front door then pounded on the knocker. 'Open up!'
“Hawke. You're awake?” Isabela asked. Reposing at her side she passed the right index around the nipple-areola of her and, smiling on hearing a small giggle.
“Can I get you another one of those?” he asked, pointing to her empty wine glass.
No one in town would argue that Ceres (the best farmer) in Olympia was not the “Goddess” of Agriculture. Her fruits were the gems of the Earth and her grains were fit for kings. However, her daughter knew her mother as the Goddess of being too overprotective. Yet, Stephanie loved her mom and her mom loved her. That didn’t stop Stephaine however from being annoyed at her mother.