Eve's Spawn

EVE’S SPAWN

Tuesday Morrigan

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Eve’s Spawn Tuesday Morrigan This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One A Beautiful Mistake

Decadent sex had never looked so good. The thought was immediate upon sighting her prey. There was something mesmerizing and alluring about the way he moved. She was smart enough to take notice of the fact and store it away. He exuded the powers that those of his kind were well known for, but he did it so effortlessly, so perfectly, so naturally, like no other fey before him had ever done. Then again he was no other fey. He was the tainted one. He was the one known as The Spawn. That was the name the Guardians had given her, nothing more, nothing less, but it was a gross insult to the man walking through the crowd. He was too beautiful to be a spawn. His looks, his beauty reminded her of a painting she had seen in Greece. It had been a simple painting of a foot soldier, but there had been nothing simple about the subject. Upon sight one knew one was glimpsing a man who had been gifted with the kind of beauty that could rival any woman’s along with the vigor that made other men step out of his way. This man, The Spawn, was crafted in the same way. He was a beautiful mistake. A mistake with a sense of humor.

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She liked humor in a man and judging by the contents in the confidential file she had received on him, she would have liked The Spawn, had it not been her job to control him. A bitter smile curved her sensual mouth as she watched him walk through the crowd. He was garbed all in black. The dark color was perfectly offset by his bronzed skin tone and the white blond hair that surrounded his face, framing its severe beauty. The final touches were the lengthened incisors and extra long shiny black fingernails. He was a rogue fey masquerading as a vampire on Halloween. He definitely had a sense of humor. She pushed aside the shot of whiskey the bartender had placed in front of her without looking at it and immediately signaled for another glass of water. She purposely ignored the man on the other side of the bar, the one who had bought her the whiskey. She had eyes for only one man. The Spawn. She didn’t dare take her eyes off him. He was dangerous. She knew this fact from his file. More than five different sets of Controllers had been sent after him over the last three hundred years. The last four Controllers sent his way had made the mistake of underestimating The Spawn and the Guardians had made sure that those who survived learned their lesson. She didn’t intend to repeat the same mistake. Thankfully she had a little something up her sleeve. She didn’t intend to fail. By the end of the night, the one known as The Spawn would be dead.

***** The truth was she needed an orgasm as much as she needed her next breath. It had been way too long since she had been with a man. Still, she wasn’t exactly sure about the plan to correct that fact.

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“You, Evelyn Barnard, are in over your head,” she said as she stared at the woman before her. The other woman simply stared back at her, in silent defense. Still, she couldn’t deny the fear she saw in the other woman’s gaze. There was something in the air. Tonight was going to be different from any other night. Tonight she was going to live. Tonight she was going to meet her destiny. With a nonchalance she wasn’t feeling, she stepped away from the mirror and picked up her purse. She picked out the bare essentials: cash, her driver’s license, keys, and a tube of lipstick. What she really wanted to do was go back to her room and change. Preferably into sweats. A quick glance at her watch confirmed her fear; she was running late. If she left right now and drove a little too quickly she could make it on time and avoid the taunts of her friends. She grimaced when she heard her thoughts. She was twenty-eight years old and afraid of what her friends would think if they believed she had chickened out. Within minutes she was at the nightclub. Oddly enough there wasn’t traffic on the San Francisco roads. Apparently everybody was already where they wanted to be for Halloween. “It’s only ten-thirty people,” she mumbled to herself as she locked her car doors. She briskly walked the length of the deserted parking lot, and although it took her less than a minute to make the journey, she found herself checking her watch twice. Eve hated being late. She was already five minutes behind schedule and judging by the line outside of the nightclub she wouldn’t make it inside for another ten to twenty minutes. As she made her way to the end of the line, Eve heard someone call out her name. “There she is,” Mica called out as she waved Eve to the front of the line. As Eve walked the long length of the line, she valiantly tried to ignore the catcalls and whistles she heard as she passed by. According to the rules she and her girlfriends had

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stipulated for tonight, she had worn the outfit Kris had picked out for her. She just hoped she didn’t live to regret it. The dress was barely a dress. It was more akin to a flirty, devastatingly sensual piece of lingerie. It was her latest design. There was no denying that the white low-cut satin and lace corset dress with the matching pair of three inch heels was not her typical outfit. Honestly, she typically went out of her way to avoid dresses like the one she was wearing, because of her pleasantly plump size fourteen body. But then again tonight was not supposed to be a typical night. Tonight was the night she proved to her friends that she wasn’t hiding away from life. Both her friends and family had banded together to let her know they were concerned about her. Although Eve had never been a party girl, they still worried over the fact that she rarely went anywhere but home and work. The intervention had been embarrassing and eye-opening. They were truly afraid for her. But she didn’t see her life the way they saw it. She was just too busy working on her craft to spend the night dancing away all her life’s worries. There weren’t enough hours in the day to build up a young, struggling lingerie line. And just because she hadn’t really gone out since her brother Andrew’s death didn’t mean she wasn’t living. She winced as she heard that last thought. She was running away from life and that was what tonight was about, wasn’t it? “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Mica said before leading her into the dark club entrance. “What? Nothing,” she said quickly, a little too quickly. Mica was an accomplished attorney and could therefore sniff out a lie better than most. She stopped dead in her tracks and confronted Eve. “What’s wrong?”

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Eve said the first thing that came to mind. “I’m not sure about this.” She swept her hand down her body to emphasize her point. The dress, the heels… the late night partying, none of it was her. “Well, I am. You look great in the dress. Like I knew you would. You always were a fabulous designer. If only you would wear more of your designs.” Eve laughed at Mica’s compliment. “If only I could afford my own designs.” As the two women made their way to the bar, Mica waved and greeted several people along the way. Eve watched and smiled at the endless number of men and women Mica acknowledged. Eve couldn't help but ask the vivacious redhead if she knew everyone in the bar. "No, but I'd like to get to know him," she said before tilting her head to the left. Eve followed Mica’s gaze and found her eyes riveted by the sight before her. She took a deep breath and then let it out in a swoosh as she took all of him in. The man was too luscious to ignore. For the first time in months Eve acknowledged her libido. This man had her remembering that she was a woman, a woman who had gone way too long without a man. And he wasn't even her type. Eve liked her men tall, dark as midnight, and handsome. He had two out of three. He had to be six foot three if he was an inch and every inch of his body was hard, toned muscle. He couldn't hide that beneath the tight leather coat he wore. It was evident in the breadth of his shoulders, the width of his arms, and the long, lean length of his legs. Her gaze darted back up to his face, a face a woman could spend months staring at. Even from this distance she could tell that he was gorgeous: beautifully crafted with high cheekbones, plump sensual lips, and heavy hooded eyes. She couldn't quite determine the color of his eyes, but they appeared to be light. His skin was lightly bronzed, enough to attest

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to the fact that he enjoyed the sun, but didn't worship it. His pale hair was a riveting shade of the lightest golden blond laced with silvery white streaks, and somehow Eve knew it was natural. There was just something about the man that didn't invite thoughts of visits to the hairdresser. She just couldn't picture the giant sitting, steaming beneath a dryer. No, he was all male. "You and every woman in the nightclub," Eve said before turning to the bar. She immediately ordered a shot. There was no point in spending the night staring at the Adonis on the other side of the club. It was akin to a pauper walking into Bloomingdale's. She didn't have the right set of assets to purchase that goodie. "A cocksucking cowboy," she said to the bartender. It had little alcohol and a great taste, exactly what the doctor ordered for the occasion. Although she wanted to enjoy this night out with her friends, she didn't plan on waking up at two in the afternoon with half the day gone, a hangover, and way too much work to do. "Seems as though you're right," Kris whispered before sliding onto the empty barstool on the other side of Eve. "About what?" Eve threw over her shoulder before throwing back the single shot of mixed alcohol. "Seems lover boy has already found some company." Eve watched as a very tall blonde with the kind of body usually found between the pages of Playboy made her way to the Adonis in question. “We did not get you all dressed up so you could play voyeur. Come, let’s dance,” Kris said before hopping off the bar stool. Eve shook her head no. “I’m going to have a few drinks before I get out there. It’s been a while since I hit a dance floor. Mica smirked at Eve. “Back then you could dance up a storm. That was when you did venture out.”

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“Thanks,” she retorted sarcastically. Eve watched as her girlfriends left her for the sanctuary of the dance floor. She envied them and their confidence. The truth was she really did need a few drinks. It had been a long time since she had gone clubbing. She darted a quick glance around the nightclub. It appeared as though nothing had changed. Girls were still vying for the guys’ attention. The sexes were still separated by anxiety and self-consciousness. And the beautiful people were still with the beautiful people.

***** Kiros watched as the statuesque, curvy, blonde woman made her way to him. He stifled the urge to sigh. He had seen her kind one too many times and he had no desire to deal with the ego that seemed to come as part of a package deal with implants. For reasons he couldn’t fathom fake blondes with equally fake breasts couldn’t take no for an answer. “Hi,” the blonde whispered in what he knew was her sultriest voice. Then she stepped up the game and threw him a coy smile. “I’m Brandy.” “Hi, Brandy,” he replied before attempting to edge his way around her. She took a step to the right blocking off his exit. “Want to dance?” “I’m flattered, truly I am, but --” Kiros stopped speaking when he realized the buxom blonde wasn’t paying him any attention. She had simply ignored his “but” and started grinding against him. Although he wasn’t in the mood and wasn’t in any way interested, there was no denying the effect her gyrating pelvis was having on him. Still, he took a step back from her. He knew her kind and if he danced one dance with her, he would be obligated to spend the rest of the night with her. He grimaced when he thought of what tomorrow would entail. The sex might be good, might even be great, but it

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wouldn’t be worth the headache. Kiros Karis was a one night stand kind of man. His relationships lasted hours at the most. His arms reached out and grasped Brandy’s swiveling hips, holding them still. “Look, lady, I’m waiting for someone and if she sees me here with you she’ll kill me. Thanks, but no thanks,” he said before trying to step around her. He took two steps before realizing that his left arm wasn’t coming along with the rest of his body. He stared down at the tanned hand holding him. “So leave her. I promise I can make it worth your while,” she said, her voice throaty with barely leashed sensuality. Kiros stared at the woman. The cold fire in his amethyst gaze must have burned away any thoughts of a “relationship” between them. The blonde darted a glance around the room and dropped his arm. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to hold him. She was the worst viper he had met and he had met some pretty vile individuals in his lifetime. He forced himself to take a deep breath to stomp out the flickering flames of his anger. His eyes immediately snapped to hers. Something didn’t smell right about her. There was no other way to describe the instinct that told him to turn and walk away from her as quickly as possible. And he was a man who had learned to follow his natural instincts. He was pleased to find one vacant stool at the bar. He immediately sat down and ordered two shots. He was hoping to drink away the memory of her scent. It burned in his nostrils. “Not too many men would pass up a girl like that.” He turned his head to follow the velvety voice. And found velvety brown eyes staring back at him.

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Kiros took in the woman sitting on the stool beside him. Her skin was a deep mahogany brown. She had thick, luxurious, jet black braids that cascaded around her face to settle midway down her back. Her chocolate eyes were rimmed by long, midnight lashes that fluttered when she smiled. Her nose was small, delicate, and flat, lying close to her face. But it was her lips that had him magnetized. Her mouth was wide with enticing full lips that begged for midnight kisses. “Not many men have learned the lessons I’ve learned,” he retorted. One large hand grabbed one of the small glasses in front of him and slid her a shot of tequila. “Class before ass?” she asked with one arched onyx eyebrow. “And sometimes you get both,” he said before putting out his palm. “Hi. I’m Kiros.” The smile she sent him had his cock twitching in the confines of his leather pants. Something about her moved him on an elemental level. A sensual smile lit his lips at the thought of getting to know this woman on that elemental level, in a way that only a man can know a woman.

Eve had been right. His eyes were light, a heavenly mixture that led to the brightest, deepest violet color she had ever witnessed. They were absolutely breathtaking, but that went along with the rest of the package. The man was flawlessly put together with sharp, slashing dark blond eyebrows, an aristocratic nose with just a slight bump attesting to a long healed break, full lips, and a square jaw that spoke of both inner and physical strength. But it was his eyes, bright violet orbs rimmed by pale brown lashes that had her intoxicated. And he was wearing the ideal costume for someone so beautiful. He made the perfect vampire with his fake lengthened incisors, sculpted looks, and fetish for black nail polish. Kiros looked like he had stepped right out of a gothic novel. “Eve,” she replied. She shook his outstretched hand. “I hope you don’t think I’m both.”

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“There are so many ways to answer that question and they would all get me in trouble,” he retorted before bursting into a rich laugh. “You’re right,” she said, laughing along with him. “Want to dance, Eve?” For one moment Eve was sure she hadn’t heard him right. He had turned down Blondie but he wanted to dance with her. Well, to each his own, right? She wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth and the man was too delicious to pass up. “Maybe,” she said, gifting him with a sensual smile as she slid off the stool and made her way to the dance floor.

Kiros gulped down his shot before following her. The club was dark, barely lit, but his preternatural senses allowed him to see it as if it were noon inside, and still he followed using his sense of smell. It was a habit he had no desire to stop. He took one step, two steps and then stopped short. He took one long, deep sniff and realized something was different. She, the woman named Eve, smelled unlike anyone else he had ever scented. Yet, he recognized it. Like a fingerprint, no two beings had the same scent. So why did he recognize the aroma that was distinctly Eve if he didn’t recognize the woman? He followed her onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. “Have we met before?” he asked. “And no, that’s not a line.” “No,” she said with a soft smile. “Something tells me I’d remember if we ever met.” He pulled her close to his body and inhaled her scent. Every instinct, every muscle, every molecule in his body immediately roared to life and screamed out one word.

“Mine.”

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Chapter Two Tragic Lies

“I don’t understand,” Nikos said before sliding from beneath the gold desk that lit the dark room. “The Corridor received a report over a hundred years ago. There’s even a copy of the report in my personal files,” he said bewildered. Things were not adding up, which meant something was missing. “Yes,” Marcus said. “They sent a report attesting to the fact. Unfortunately it seems as if the details of the report were in fact not facts. It seems that he survived the cleansing. Amazing, when you really think about it. Apparently they had sent their best,” he said, without hiding the note of pride in his tone. No one survived a cleansing, especially one of the magnitude The Spawn had survived. It truly was an incredible feat. The young one was stronger than even the Master had believed. “How the hell could they send out such a report?” the other man yelled without warning.

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Marcus instinctively tensed sensing the danger in the air. There was no telling what Nikos Karis was capable of doing, especially when angry. And there was no denying that he was currently livid. Someone had lied. Someone was lying. Someone had dared to lie to The Corridor. Someone had dared to lie to Nikos. And there was nothing that Nikos hated more. Marcus covertly stared at the tic that pulsed at the top of Karis’s tanned forehead, near his snow white hairline. “He lives?” Nikos whispered into the darkness. Marcus’s head jerked up at the tone. “Yes,” Marcus cautiously responded. “According to the Guardians, he lives.” “Make sure that he lives.” “Yes, sir.” Marcus immediately stood from his seat. He had much to do. There were alumni he needed to send out. “And if he does?” Marcus stilled at the sound of the other man’s words. “Yes, sir.” “Report to me immediately.” “Yes, sir.” “Marcus?” Nikos paused for a moment before continuing. Marcus could hear his heart beating to a samba rhythm as he waited for The Master’s words. “Don’t disappoint,” Nikos growled out finally. Marcus tried to swallow the lump lodged in his throat, but found it impossible. Instead he coughed. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll have it all taken care of.” “Yes, you will.”

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Because if he didn’t that would be the last day he would ever see. Nikos Karis, Master of the Corridor, did not take disappointment well.

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Chapter Three Dance Floor Foreplay

Gabrielle was not pleased. She was livid. She could not believe his gall. The man had the nerve to turn her down. She wasn’t quite sure if she angry because The Spawn had turned her down or because her plan had not worked. Either way, she was in a mood. She had planned to lure him outside with the promise of a night spent together between the sheets. She was not above using her body, especially if the target was attractive. And the dossier she had received on him had labeled The Spawn the quintessential playboy. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered as she sauntered over to the bar to order a shot of whiskey. After her failure, she needed a drink. She grimaced as the liquid slid down her throat. It one of the few things available that her sensitive system could tolerate. To make matters worse, The Spawn had turned down her offer, only to take the hand of another woman. Apparently he really had been waiting for someone. Now she had to get him away from her, take him outside, and kill him. As if exterminating him was going to be easy without any added complications! She knew the procedure. She had to report to her handler and tell him that she had failed. She feared his reaction. He was not a merciful man.

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***** He felt good. As much as Eve hated to admit it, dancing with Kiros felt so right. There was no other way to describe the feeling. The man knew how to move. His hips followed the rhythm set out by hers. She could feel his hips moving against hers in the same sensual patterns. And it felt heavenly. It had been a long time since she had danced with a man, even longer since she had danced with a man who could not only keep up with her, but flow at her pace. And he knew how to make her feel like that night, that moment was all about her. In his arms Eve forgot about the crowd that circled them. She forgot about her friends. She even forgot about the endless amount of work she left piled at home. The only thing she could seem to remember was how enjoyable it felt to have the sole attention of a handsome man. Kiros’s long arms reached around Eve to pull her closer to him. She gasped at the feeling of intimacy. They were thigh to thigh, chest to breast, groin to groin. It was decadent, sinful, and exhilarating. She could feel heat coursing through her veins, sensations flowing through her lower abdomen. She was getting aroused by his body. Sensing the danger in being so near a man that exuded that much sexuality, Eve took a step back. Kiros’s arms immediately snaked out, his long, nimble fingers grasped her waist and pulled her back to him. She stared up at his sizzling, violet gaze, wide-eyed. “I feel it too,” he said before pulling her even closer to him. That was all Eve needed to hear.

Plus you’re just dancing, her mind chided. She subsided, sliding her body against his, seeking the heat in his arms. And still they danced, moving in the same sensual, sexual rhythm, allowing the music to pump through their veins as they indulged in the burning allure of two bodies, moving, sliding, caressing one another.

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Kiros bent his head to touch his lips to hers. Eve could feel in it in his touch. The kiss was meant to be a slow, slight brush of lips against lips, flesh against flesh, but before she knew it, the kiss became something else, something stronger, something more demanding. He slid his mouth against hers, back and forth, before nipping the plump, firm flesh with a teasing bite. Eve groaned in response before tightening her hold on Kiros. His firm lips pressed against hers demanding access to the moist, inner cavern of her mouth. She complied, opening her mouth to his questing tongue, and he licked the roof of her mouth before sweeping into the hot cave to slide his tongue against hers. “Oh god,” Eve moaned into his mouth as she clenched her fingers in his hair, bringing Kiros closer yet to her heated body. He was setting her on fire. His lips left her mouth to dance along her face, placing kisses against her cheeks, her eyelids, before venturing south, to the column of her neck. “Stop. Please,” she begged as he placed kiss upon kiss against the wildly beating pulse at her neck. Although his touch, his lips felt so good, they were getting it on in public. That was not something she had ever done before. “Yes,” Kiros groaned before wrapping his lips around her sensitive flesh and sucking hard. Eve immediately felt her knees buckle as she threw her head back to enjoy his ruthless caresses. Thankfully he was holding her so tightly against his body that she didn’t fall to her knees. He was devastating to her senses and he was demolishing her carefully crafted guard. Pressed against his body as she was, she could feel that she wasn’t the only one getting aroused by the dance floor foreplay. The proof pressed against her abdomen. He was hard and, by her guess, long, very long.

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Eve shuddered as Kiros licked the long column of her neck. Two can play that game, she thought before bending her knees a little and sliding her way up, pressing herself against his hard body. The move made it so that every inch of her body caressed his as she slid against him. Satin against leather. Woman against man. Need against desire. “Minx,” he growled against her lips before grasping her shoulders and turning her around so that her back was to him. He immediately stepped behind her so that his groin was blanketed by her firm, round ass. Then his hands came around to cage her in his tight embrace, but the most devilish part of the embrace was where Kiros’s large, callused hands ended up: at the top of both of her thighs, bracketing the burning flesh between her legs. “Payback,” he whispered into her ear before thrusting his tongue inside the sensitive flesh. Eve closed her eyes, grinding her ass against his groin as she enjoyed the wet, raspy feel of his tongue gliding against her flesh. Her eyes flew open as she realized just what Kiros was capable of doing. His fingers at the juncture of her thighs were clenching and unclenching around her thighs in a rhythm that had her pussy moistening so quickly, so much, her eyes widened in shock. She felt herself flooding her panties with her arousal. It was as if her body had no control over itself. She hadn’t been this turned on since... ever. When Eve realized to what degrees Kiros had manipulated her body she stilled. Kiros immediately stopped moving. “What’s wrong?” “This is what’s wrong,” she wanted to scream. They were on the dance floor doing things she only thought about doing in her dreams. And she didn’t want to stop. That therein lay the problem.

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She tried to think of an answer that would satisfy his curiosity without telling the truth. Nothing came out but a distressed sigh. He smiled at her. “I understand.” His fingers caressed the soft curve of her cheek before moving to the back of her head. Sparks of fire seemed to leap from his fingers to her skin. She was on fire. Worse, she was a cat in heat. It felt as if her body was lured by him, straining to feel the sizzling heat that coursed between them. He took her small hand in his much larger one and led it to his back so that it sat at the bottom of his spine, before taking a step to her. They were once again touching. Breast to chest. Thigh to thigh. Groin to groin. Need to need. He bent his head and placed a soft kiss against her plump lips. Her eyes immediately slammed shut. He placed his lips against her lips and said the words she didn’t know she was waiting to hear. “Come with me.”

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Chapter Four Devil’s Food

“I can’t,” she mumbled as she stared at his leather covered chest. One long, tanned finger pressed against her chin, lifting her face so that she looked in his amethyst eyes. “Why not?” “I don’t know anything about you.” she said. Her eyes refused to meet his. That wasn’t the real reason she wasn’t going to take him up on his offer. She was afraid. Kiros could smell her fear. “Isn’t that the point of a date? I tell you just how much I love being a furniture designer, working with my hands, creating beauty out of something so hard and jaded, and you tell me how much you love...” he whispered, knowing he had to appeal to the sensitive woman beside him. Because leaving without her simply wasn’t an option. “Being a lingerie designer and making the sexy beautiful,” she finished softly. “Exactly,” he said with a slow, heated smile. “We don’t have to do anything. I just want to get to know about you.” When she looked up at him with stark disbelief in her eyes, he lifted one hand and placed the other on his chest. “I swear. Tonight is all about you. I just

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want to take you on a date and get to know exactly what makes you the incredible woman you are.” Her face was so expressive he could see her every thought. He wondered what she would think if she realized that the look on her face was turning him on almost as much as the press of her large ass against his groin had. She was absolutely delectable. “I want to, I truly do, but I can’t. I shouldn’t.” “Why not?” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Because... I... I came with friends.” As if on cue someone called out Eve’s name. Kiros turned to find a redhead and a brunette making their way through the crowded nightclub to Eve. When the redhead reached Eve she teasingly pushed her. “Where the hell have you been, girl? We’ve been looking for you,” the redhead asked. “Oh, never mind,” the brunette said as she grasped the redhead’s arm. “What do you mean ‘never mind.’ You were the one that said you were going to kill her for ditching us and now... oomph.” Eve turned to Kiros and introduced her girlfriends. “This is my friend Kris,” she said pointing to the redhead. “And this is Mica.” She pointed to the brunette. Kiros tried to hide his smile, but couldn’t. Apparently Mica had already realized what or better yet who had kept Eve occupied. She had tried dragging Kris away, but when that didn’t work, she simply elbowed the other woman. “She’s busy,” Mica said before angling her head in Kiros direction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Kris muttered when she set eyes on Kiros. “I hate you,” she whispered to Eve. He liked the two women more and more every moment.

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“Maybe you ladies could help me out,” Kiros said to the small crowd before him. All three pairs of eyes immediately turned to him. “See, I’m trying to convince Eve here to join me for a late dessert, but she doesn’t want to abandon you ladies, so I’m hoping you’ll give her the go ahead, so I can take her out,” he said with a wry grin. He knew he had her. He had effectively taken away Eve’s excuse. He could see it in her girlfriends’ eyes. Eve was going to be spending the night with him. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Kris said again, but this time to Eve. “One moment,” she said to Kiros before dragging Eve to the side.

Eve had never wanted a man as much as she wanted Kiros. He was the allure her feminine desires could not deny. He was like a gift from Eros, the god of lust, or better yet, the god himself with his six feet three inch muscular frame. He was beautiful, sexy, and sinful with his pale blond hair, violet eyes, and full lips. His touch ignited a fire that burned deep within her womb, a fire that she had begun to believe would never even light. He was every woman’s sexual fantasy come true, but still she hesitated. Men like Kiros did not get with women like her. The two were like oil and water. There was no mixing. As much as she wanted to indulge in him, she knew better.

Yes, why not? her traitorous mind asked. Why couldn’t she for one night do the unthinkable? Why couldn’t she spend the night with a fantasy man who wanted to indulge in her body? Yes, why not? “Have you lost your mind?” Mica roughly whispered to Eve, cutting through her thoughts. The brunette growled at Eve before flashing Kiros a bright smile. Eve was so shocked by her friend’s words she didn’t have time to process her hilarious actions. “Give me your keys,” Kris said as she held out one open palm. “No... Wait, why?”

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“Because I’m driving your car to your place. Kris and I drove together. She can drive behind me so I can drop off your car.” “Why? I’m driving my car.” “No, you are not. You’re going to Mr. Sexy over there and you’re going to let him give you whatever dessert he wants to give you, because that... he is a once in a lifetime chance,” Mica said. “I can’t go home with a stranger. I don’t know him.” “By god, you will by the end of the night. You need dick. Hell, I need dick and I

canremember when I last had sex.” “Kris!” “Look, Eve, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. We’ve all been worried about you for months now. Do this for me. For once in your life let go and do something you want to do. Stop living in the shadows. Andrew is not coming back, sweetheart. He’s dead, but you’re not. You’re still alive, so please, for me, live,” Kris said as her brown eyes watered. “Screw this,” Mica said before turning Eve from Kris. “Look what your ‘stay at home’ routine has done. Kris is crying. I’ve never been the emotional one and unless you want me to go there, you’ll go out with Mr. Sexy” “Oh, Mica. Not you too?” Eve said on a gasp. Mica continued speaking as if she hadn’t heard Eve. “So I suggest you go over and tell him yes and then you will get your fill of white chocolate until your teeth are rotten. Got it?” Mica said. Judging by the fire in her emerald gaze, Eve wasn’t going to talk her way out of this, but... “But --” Kris snatched Eve’s keys out of the little covert pocket she had sewn into the corset dress. “Think of him as payment for all the shitty dates you’ve ever gone on. He’s God’s way of saying ‘sorry.’ He’s your good karma. Enjoy him... for the rest of us.”

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“Fine,” Eve said before hugging both of her girlfriends goodbye. Although she was a little saddened with their behavior, Eve knew that her friends meant well. They had watched her deal with her brother’s death first, then her father’s and finally her break-up with Darren, her fiancé. They had stood by her during the worst year of her life. They just wanted to see her happy, and there was no denying that Kiros looked man enough to make her and every other woman in the nightclub very happy. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?” Kiros whispered into her ear the moment her girlfriends turned to leave. Eve had to swallow the lump in her throat before responding. “No.” “You won’t be able to say that tomorrow.” “You ride a motorcycle?” she asked on a gasp. “A Harley. Is that a problem?” he asked. Eve instinctively knew by his glittering gaze that he was searching for fear in her deep brown eyes. She immediately shook her head no. “I’ve always been fascinated with motorcycles, ever since I was a little girl, but...” She stopped speaking, unwilling to finish the statement. “Yet, you’ve never ridden one.” “No, I’ve always been too afraid. My mother always said they weren’t safe.” And I did

not want to put Mama through that considering all she had already survived. “No, not afraid, sweetheart,” he said before grasping her hands. She immediately groaned. Eve knew why he was holding her hands. She had been fidgeting with her hands. It was what she did when nervous. And she was very nervous. “You just haven’t had the chance,” he said before placing a soft kiss against her lips. Eve felt protected and wanted as he led the way out of the club. Kiros made sure that no one disturbed her. After the first man tried to touch her as they strode through the

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crowd, Kiros clasped her to him and fended off all unwanted advances. One man even reached out to grab her ass. Kiros grabbed the man’s wrist before it touched Eve and tightened his grip. The young man turned a dull white color in seconds. As they walked from his crouched figure Eve heard something that sounded distinctly like an animal growling. “Did you hear that?” “What?” Kiros responded before leading her out the club exit. “Nothing. I must have imagined it.” With long, fluid steps Kiros led them across the parking lot to his bike. Within seconds she was winded. When Eve protested the pace, he offered to carry her. She laughed him off, taking it for a joke and so was shocked to find herself being lifted off her feet. “Put me down,” she said, laughing at his byplay. “No,” Kiros responded as he shook his head at her. “Your feet hurt.” “How did you know?” “You’re wearing high heels. You’ve been wearing them all night. Your feet must hurt.” “You’re carrying me because my feet hurt,” Eve said as she caressed his face. “Yes.” The simple word was said so emphatically that she knew it didn’t even occur to him that it should be any other way. He didn’t put her down until they reached his bike. He carefully placed his passenger helmet on her head. “Do you have a sister?” she asked, noticing how he watched her hair. He had made sure not a single strand was out of place. “No, why do you ask?” “You didn’t mess up my hair. That’s something a brother would do.”

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The smile she gave him had his cock twitching. Kiros gave her a slow, sexy smile in response. “I know women, sweetheart,” he said before bending to place a sweet kiss against her lips. Upon impact Kiros could feel the thick, molten sensations of desire coursing through his veins. One touch and he needed to feel her against him. His arms wrapped around her waist to pull her to him. His tongue thrust past her open lips to slide against her teeth before licking her hot, moist interior. He had seen centuries and no woman’s scent, touch, or body had affected him like this. He felt as though if he didn’t get inside of her now, he would explode or embarrass both of them. Several seconds later he broke off the heated kiss to press butterfly kisses against every inch of her face. He didn’t want to break their connection, but he knew that if he kept kissing Eve’s lips, he would take her right there in the parking lot without a single care about who saw them. She was that intoxicating. Kiros took a deep breath to steady himself. He could feel the raging need inside him taking hold. He had to get his emotions under control before he did something they would both regret. “If we don’t leave soon, we’ll never make it to the dessert shop,” he said as he gazed into her chocolate eyes. Eve nervously licked her lips. His words weren’t simply a statement, but a question. Did they want to make it to the dessert shop, his burning violet eyes silently asked. He knew what he wanted her to say. But she had to want it as much as he did. “Ah... I guess we better get going,” she said before pulling her skirt higher. She slowly inched the skirt up her thighs, inch by tantalizing inch. After a few seconds she stopped and slowly lifted her head. Her eyes connected with his. It was in that moment

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that Kiros realized he hadn’t moved an inch. He was transfixed by the sight of the slow revealing of her thick thighs. It had taken her a few moments to realize something was off. She was like a deer in headlights, unable to move. Kiros had to force himself to stop clenching his hands into fists. He took a deep breath, which was a mistake because he drank in Eve’s scent, and got a whiff of woman, arousal, and fear. It was a devastating combination to a dominant male such as he. Finally, after long, skin tingling moments, his eyes met hers. “If we weren’t in public,” he said before taking a deep breath, drinking in more of her precious scent. Now, there was more arousal than fear in her aroma. Kiros clenched his teeth to keep from cursing. He kept his eyes on her as he bent, picked up his helmet, and put it on in one sweeping move. When he knew a howl wasn’t going to come out of his mouth, he spoke, trying to ease some of Eve’s nervous tension. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t tease me,” he said with a heart stopping devilish smile as he tightened the helmet strap around his neck. “But that’s part of the allure of being a woman,” Eve said with a sensual smile as she hiked up the tight skirt of her dress so she could comfortably sit on the bike. “Witch,” Kiros whispered to her before getting on the bike. Once he was seated on the bike, he turned to her. “Ready to fly?” “You have no idea,” she said before sliding behind him. She immediately threw her arms around his waist. “Make it purr, baby,” she whispered teasingly into his ears. “Oh I will. I definitely will,” he said before gunning the Harley. Kiros enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing past them and Eve’s hands clutching his waist, as they drove through the deserted city streets. Within minutes he stopped the bike in front of a dark restaurant. “It’s closed,” Eve said as she carefully removed her helmet.

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“Not quite,” Kiros said before he walked to the store window and lifted a small portion of the bay window’s wooden trim. A silver key glistened in the moonlight. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Eve said flabbergasted. “Ready for dessert?” he said as he strode to the darkened door. Within moments he had it unlocked.

She could feel him watching her, waiting to see her reaction. She instinctively knew it would be best to play the part of the bored siren. She knew from experience that men wanted what they could not have, but Eve couldn’t hide the awe in her eyes when she walked through the door and took in the dessert shop. There were elegantly designed platters filled with every kind of dessert possible. There were plates of cakes, cookies, candies, and puddings all over the restaurant. “How... why... I don’t understand.” “I made a call while you and your friends were talking.” “And someone did this that quickly?” she asked shocked and confused. “The owner owes me a favor,” Kiros muttered before unzipping his leather jacket. “This is a lot for a...” “First date,” he responded automatically. Whatever Eve was going to say was quickly forgotten when she caught sight of what Kiros was hiding beneath his jacket. Although she had felt his taut muscles bunching and twisting beneath her fingers on the ride to the sweet shop, she wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted her. No man should look that good at one in the morning, she thought as she stared at his rippling muscular chest and stomach. She could see the ridges and indentations of a well toned body beneath the skin tight black tee he wore. The man didn’t have an inch of fat on him. He was six feet three inches of perfection.

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And he’s yours to do with for tonight, at least. “Where do you want to start?” she asked as she circled the artfully laid out tables of food. “Here,” he said, pointing out a table to his left. “Venetia, the pastry chef, has a trademark special cake. The Devil’s Food cake here is delicious.” “We’ll see,” Eve said with a smile as she made her way to the table in question. She slid into the seat Kiros held out for her, mindful of her satin dress. She watched him walk over to the seat across from her, pick it up and place it right next to hers. “Finished?” he asked before sitting down. “What do you mean?” she muttered with a shy smile. He simply shook his head at her before groaning out the word women. The truth was they both knew what he was talking about. He had caught her staring at his ass. Oddly enough Eve was not embarrassed. The man was, after all, sex on a platter. Every inch of him made her think wanton thoughts, ass included. And what a fine ass it was. Perfectly plump and rounded with just the right amount of muscle. “Try this,” he said before forking off a piece of the decadent cake before them. Eve stared at the fork he held out in front of her lips for a moment before opening her mouth for him. There was an instant burst of flavor on her tongue. Eve could taste layer after layer of heavenly flavor, decadent chocolate. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of indulgence on her tongue. “What was that?” she questioned. “The house recipe for Devil’s Food cake.” “Sin has never tasted so good,” she said on a moan before opening her mouth for another fork full of cake.

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Eve watched him as she chewed the piece of cake. When she was finished, she licked her lips, before giving him a slow, sexy smile. “Absolutely, breathtakingly, delicious,” she said. “Lady, you are dangerous.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t help it. Devil’s Food cake brings out the worst in me.” “Then have another bite,” he said before feeding her another fork full of decadence. “Now, I want to try,” he growled before settling his mouth against her closed lips. The hard line of his mouth softened against hers, seducing her lips to part. His nimble tongue coaxed and coerced her, flicking against the closed contours of her mouth. Then his tongue, warm and moist, slid past her parted lips, entered her mouth and leisurely explored the succulent flesh. Kiros’s dominant possession of her mouth swallowed her soft sigh as his tongue licked the inside of her mouth, spreading the taste of Kiros and rich chocolate. Kiros groaned against her lips. Then, his long fingers tightened in her ebony hair, pulling her closer for his deeper kiss. A kiss that ravished and plundered Eve’s mouth, along with her defenses. Eve found herself wide open to receive his tongue as it dove deeper into the hot, inner recesses of her mouth, tasting every inch of her and leaving her breathless. When Kiros broke off the kiss, they were both breathing hard, fat gulps of air. “Tell me you feel it too,” he said, his voice pitched just above a growl, husky with desire. Eve’s mahogany eyes slowly fluttered open and gazed up at him. She sucked in air and gasped. Eve found whatever air she had taken leave her lungs instantly. She knew that she had been affected by his plundering kiss, but was shocked to find that he was equally moved. The proof was there in his heavy hooded gaze. The swirling whirlpool of leashed hunger was there in his bright violet eyes.

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Kiros attempted to smile at her to temper the harsh look in his eyes. But he couldn’t hide the fact that he wore his burning desire on his face. “Tell me you feel it,” he repeated. “Kiros...” she said softly before lifting the fork to his closed lips. Kiros opened his mouth without breaking their gaze. They both hungered. Although she didn’t say how she felt, she could let him know of the hunger that burned within her, the hunger that no amount of food could appease. She needed him the same way he needed her. She had never felt attraction so intense. It was pure animal magnetism. They were no other way to describe the emotion that swam through her veins. She had never felt the way she felt there with Kiros. Kiros slowly opened his mouth, all the while watching her. The look in his violet eyes seared her to her toes. He took the sweet confection from her fork and tasted it without breaking their connection. “I could lick, suck, taste this all night,” he said before bending his head to share his dessert with her. When Kiros’s mouth landed on hers, her lips were parted, open and ready for his thrusting tongue. His tongue swept through the parted seal to slide into the depth of her mouth, sharing with her the sweet taste of the dessert. “Tiramisu,” she groaned into his mouth.

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Touching her, tasting Eve, heated his blood to a feverish pitch. He was a fiend, addicted to something he could never truly own. One large hand left the sanctity of her hair to curve around Eve’s body. She was bodily lifted from her seat and settled along his thighs so that she straddled him. And Kiros never broke off the kiss, a testament to his strength. “Not good enough,” he growled against her lips before he wrapped all ten fingers around her splayed thighs and pulled her higher along his body, until she was straddling the bulge between his thighs. “Much better,” he said, his voice thick and deep with the need bubbling in his veins. In this position they were level so that there was no hiding from his violet gaze. Definitely

much better, he thought before tilting Eve’s head back to expose the soft, fragile skin of her neck. Kiros placed little nipping, biting kisses against the tender skin, but his hunger wasn’t appeased. He wanted more of Eve. “Needs a little something more,” he whispered against her skin. His quick hands and ever quicker mind grabbed a piece of the tiramisu and spread it along Eve’s soft, sensitive skin. Her eyes instantly flew open at his touch. Her gasp of shock floated through the air when his hot mouth descended on her neck, licking away the evidence of the tiramisu he had spread along her skin. “Oh my,” Eve moaned on an open mouthed gasp. Kiros pressed the wet velvet texture of his tongue against Eve’s skin and licked a path up her neck. He took his time, licking, sipping, nipping and sucking at Eve’s delicious skin until he reached the soft under skin of her jaw line. He rasped his teeth against her skin and elicited a groan of desire from Eve. “Please,” she groaned as she clutched his arms, pressing her body against his. “Feed me,” he growled against her parted plump lips.

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Without breaking his gaze, Eve forked off a large piece of the Devil’s Food cake, but Kiros started shaking his head no before the fork ever reached his mouth. “Tiramisu?” Eve asked. “Nope,” Kiros said before breaking out into a devilish smile. Eve stared at him, confusion in her eyes, before she darted a look around the room at the plates filled with dessert that were artfully scattered around the restaurant. When she looked back at Kiros to ask what he wanted he was shaking his head in denial. He didn’t want anything Decadent Dessert’s famous pastry chef had made. He wanted something only she could give him. His eyes drifted down until they settled on her breasts before lifting to meet her gaze. He simply quirked one dark blond eyebrow at her. Her first thought was he was kidding. He could see it the way her eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted. There was no way he expected her to let him get to second base right here in the middle of a restaurant, a deserted restaurant, but a restaurant nonetheless, “I’ve never had mounds of chocolate quite like that. I feel like a kid in a candy store,” he pressed. Eve glanced down to look at her satin encased bosom. Blessed with a full DD-cup she was what some would call blessed. He would call her heaven. “I don’t think --” Eve started to say when he cut her off. “Then don’t think, feel,” he said before placing a kiss in the middle of her breast, right on top of her heartbeat. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but I need you to know I want you.” Her eyes slammed shut when he pressed his lips against her rapidly beating heart. “You’re the one who’s dangerous,” she whispered against his lips before settling her lips against his. Her full lips muffled the sound of his chuckle.

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He slowly slid down the straps of her corset gown before peeling down the cups that held her bountiful breasts high. “Dear god,” he groaned when she was fully revealed to him. Although Kiros had seen many women’s bodies over three centuries, no sight had caught him like she did. The combination of her partial nudity and the shy insecurity in her eyes had his heart clenching with a combination of desire and need. Kiros needed her to know that she was the most desirable woman he had ever set sights on. “Magnificent,” he said before pulling her head down for a tongue tangling kiss. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. “Feed me,” he growled as he untangled his fingers from her midnight hair. Kiros watched, shocked and fascinated, when Eve slightly turned and grasped a small handful of the Devil’s Food cake and smeared it on her puckered aureoles and distended nipples. “Hell,” Kiros growled before descending on one breast. Her large, swollen, blackberry nipples alone had been delectable morsels. Coated with chocolate as they were now, they were a treat Kiros couldn’t possible resist. For a few moments, Kiros simply held her in the palms of his large hands, delighting in the weight of her full breasts. With slow, tantalizing, torturous licks, the velvet heat of his tongue removed every speck of chocolate from her breast before turning to the other with the same love-play. Her soft gasps and groans of delight drifted above his head. With every swipe of his tongue the sounds grew louder and stronger, spurring him on. She wanted him. And he was more than willing to use every thing in his arsenal to make her need him. As much as he needed her at that moment.

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“Oh my god,” Eve moaned when he wrapped his lips around the distended bud of her nipple and sucked hard. The pulse of pleasure humming through his veins seemed to explode at the throaty sound of her arousal. “Please,” Eve groaned as he lightly rasped his teeth against the sensitive tip. As he suckled her breasts, Kiros’s hands drifted up Eve’s thighs, lifting her dress along the way. Two fingers lightly pressed against her arousal soaked lace thong cut panties. Back and forth, back and forth, they rubbed the cut out fabric along the lips of her quivering mound. Unwilling to torture them both any longer, he moved the small piece of fabric to the side to reveal the moist, heated lips of her sex. “We can’t,” Eve moaned into his hair before placing soft kisses against the soft, blond tresses. “But we will,” Kiros responded as he slid his index finger along her moist slit, parting the swollen lips of her sex. He groaned at the feel of her arousal creaming over his finger. He slowly slid his finger into her pussy, one knuckle deep, two knuckles deep, until he was fully seated. His jaw clenched at the feel of her pussy muscles clenching around his long, callused finger. Kiros couldn’t wait to feel them tighten around his cock. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re burning me alive,” he growled as he pulled his finger out of her soaking sheath. His finger glistened in the fluorescent lights, coated with her desire. He slowly rubbed her cream on the distended head of her swollen clitoris. A sigh of desire came from her lips at the soft, but demanding touch of his hands. “Kiss me,” she whispered before catching his lips in an open mouthed kiss. Kiros swallowed her moan of satisfaction when he slid two long, wide fingers into her hot, tight pussy. “You like that don’t you?” he growled against her neck as he thrust his fingers into her creaming pussy. Eve responded with a moan filled with desire and need. She spread her legs

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wider, providing Kiros with the unhindered access he needed to touch the deepest parts of her body. His digits glided against the moist, sensitive inner walls of her pussy, tantalizing the flesh, coaxing it into a mind-blowing response of desire. “Please,” Eve gasped. Her hips jerked when he withdrew his fingers from her contracting pussy. “Please,” Eve moaned. “Shush. It’s all right, sweetheart. I’m giving you something more,” he said as he thrust three fingers into her soaking core. “Oh... my... goodness,” Eve sighed against the moist flesh of his neck. She was tight, almost too tight Kiros thought as he felt her clenching sheath spasm around his fingers. He wasn’t sure she could comfortably take his cock. The head of his bulbous penis was much wider, thicker, than his three fingers. He might hurt her, but he knew that he could make it worth the pain.

I need more, Kiros thought as he slowly made his way back to her lips, placing soft kisses against the column of her throat. “I want you to come for me,” he growled against her lips before slanting his mouth over hers. The kiss was demanding, teasing, and nipping, coaxing her into a reaction as his fingers forced her to acknowledge her own needs. The three fingers thrust into the inner cavern of her body, sliding along the sensitive flesh, caressing, teasing, and plundering. Within moments he was surging into her body with powerful, dominating strokes that elicited shivers and sighs from her body. “Oh my,” she screamed into his mouth seconds before her body burst and her pussy contracted around his fingers tighter than a vise. Kiros captured her lips in a soft kiss as the last shivers of release shuddered through her body. “Eve, I need to be inside you,” Kiros growled against the tender flesh of her breasts. The rough tone was a mockery of his smooth baritone. He was losing control.

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Kiros was at the breaking point. He had never needed to be inside of a woman like he needed to be inside of Eve. He needed to taste her, touch her, suck her, and fuck her until she screamed his name and only his name. “Eve,” he groaned against her lips. Eve looked into his eyes and gave him a soft, sultry smile. “Then take me home,” she said.

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Chapter Five The Seer’s Payment

The swirling mists of fog clung to the ground, shrouding the headstones in darkness. The Indian summer heat from the day wrapped itself around the shrouded figure, coating it in moisture. The seer absently wiped at the drops of water that coated her long blonde hair. She stilled as she sensed the other’s movement. The other made not one single sound, trained as he was, but she still recognized his presence. His foot had just touched the sacred ground. He was on her turf now. She could feel his heartbeat. It beat a wild staccato rhythm in his chest. He was uneasy.

Foolish man, she thought as she stifled the laughter that threatened to bubble from her throat. He was afraid of a little death. The graveyard did not sit well with him. She could feel the tension crawling up his skin, settling in his chest, terrorizing his mind. His kind was all the same. Their strength lay in their bodies, never their minds. Death was what you made of it. One could fear it or one could embrace it, as she had, several times.

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As he neared her, his apprehension grew. He knew she was close, but he could not sense her. He could not smell her. Wolves, she thought. They are all the same, never changing, never learning. Without learning one did not evolve, which was why they were still the animals God had made them in the beginning of time. “After all that you have learned, you still try and sniff me out,” she called when he was less than twenty feet from her. He instinctively stilled at the sound of her voice. She could see him peering into the mist, trying to detect her. “Always relying on your senses, Rubio,” she said before allowing her vision to clear. The fog that had swirled around her, cloaking her from his sight slowly dissipated. After long moments she was visible to his preternatural gaze. She gave him a slow grin when she felt what was left of her human soul perk up at the look on his face. Rubio was staring at the sight before him. She had done well to construct a façade that still appealed to the arrogant wolf. No matter how many times he saw the seer, he was always besotted by her beauty. She thought of the long years it had taken her to create such an image. With her long, bright blonde hair that flowed around her shoulders to fall just beyond her small waist, high breasts, and full hips, she was the feminine ideal. To top it off the seer’s bright blue eyes were beautifully framed by naturally black, long lashes. She watched with a harsh smirk as Rubio took a leisurely look at her figure. She could see his thoughts in his cognac eyes. Same style, different decade. The seer still favored the medieval style clothing that had been in fashion during her youth. The tight corset and full skirt showed off her high breasts, small waist, and full hips to perfection. But like all things perfect, the vision was a pure façade. A façade she had painstakingly created. A façade she loved.

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Damn brute, he’s smart enough to know I’m not who I appear to be. Apparently this one has a brain, she thought before her plump lips spread into a cruel smile. “Still trying to figure me out, Rubio?” she taunted. “You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m more of a dog.” “Actually, wolf, you’re more of a rat,” she retorted before gifting him with a chilling smile. “Come on, Rubio, don’t tell me you’re stalling,” she said when he stared at her stoically in response. “Tell me what I already know.” “The Controller could not reach The Spawn.” “Yes, he was not alone, and both you and the fey do not want to disturb the humans.” “We have rules.” “Yes, I know all about your rules,” she said with an icy smile. “Your rules bind you, but with me you are set free, aren’t you, Rubio?” “I need more time.” “You have until dawn,” she said. “Or I collect my price.” “Capturing him alive will be difficult.” “Then it’s a good thing you don’t need to capture him, isn’t it?” His chestnut head jerked up at her words. “What are you saying? We had an agreement. I would pay you in his blood. You can not change the contract now.” “I can and I will, but don’t worry. It’s not him I want now.” “No?” “No. I want her. It’s her blood I need now. But not until dawn. From her, I will gather the blood I desire.” “You want the human woman?” he asked, clearly shocked. “I can not take a human without either The Corridor or the Guardians noticing. It is unheard of.”

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“I care not how you accomplish it. I only care that you do it. You think I care what the werewolves or fey think? I am not governed by their rules.” “But I am.” “Yes, but you are bound to me in unholy sanctity. You will bring me the human with the long black braids.” “Why her? Why this human?” “Fool, you can not see what I see, but you can smell what I can not smell. How can you not tell?” she said before letting loose a chilling laugh. How she relished these moments, taunting the werewolf like the beast he was. They were all so full of pride. All of his kind had the same flaw. And that flaw would be their destruction. They never once thought her worthy of defeating them. For years they had shunned her, kept her on the outskirts of their realm, calling her only when they needed something from her, and now she had manipulated one of their very own to bring about their fall. No, he did not see what she saw. If Rubio did he would not be here bringing about the end to his very race. “Lay off the riddles, woman. Just answer the question, seer,” he growled at her. “She is his mate. Bring her to me and I will have all three pieces I need.” “She is his mate? But she is human. Are you sure she is his mate?” “How dare you ask me whether what I see is the truth,” she screamed at him. “And then we are through?” Rubio asked through clenched teeth. “Yes, wolf. And then our contract is fulfilled. Bring her to me and you are free,” she said before disappearing into the mist.

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Chapter Six Breaking the Rules Never Felt So Good

The short ride to her apartment felt endless to Eve’s jagged mind. She was still reeling from the effects of Kiros’s lovemaking. If someone had asked Eve this morning if one mind-blowing orgasm was enough to tide her over for the rest of her life, she would have happily replied with yes. But now she knew better. One touch from Kiros and she knew she could spend forever, or at the very least the whole night, in his arms. The single thought was unnerving. Eve flinched when Kiros turned off the motorcycle’s engine. The steady hum of silence etched itself inside her brain. There was no longer the intoxicating purr of the bike’s engine to block out her thoughts. Without it, all the misgivings she had pushed aside reared their heads. She knew nothing about him. And he knew nothing about her, yet she was supposed to trust this man with her body? Eve was not a one-night stand girl. She had survived four years of undergraduate schooling and two years of graduate school without ever checking that off the list. She was a

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girl with a firm three month rule. If she hadn’t known a guy for that long, she did not sleep with him. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. And she was about to break that rule. She slowly made her way off the bike and took a step toward her apartment. She had only taken two steps when she took a deep breath and turned to Kiros. He stood beside the propped motorcycle. He gave her a slow, heated smile that for some reason reassured her. Then he held out his hand. She stared at his large, long fingered, callused hand for long seconds before taking it. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this. Because if she didn’t, she would wake up with the kinds of regrets that haunted one for years. When his palm closed over her smaller hand, Kiros gave her a wolfish smile. She was his. She wasn’t going to run away from the pulsing attraction that radiated between them. She’d run from her own life for too long. Tonight she was going to enjoy being Eve Barnard. Eve looked up at Kiros and gave him a shy smile. “I’m right there,” she said before pointing out a door a few feet away from the parked bike. “I’ll walk you to your door,” he said before pulling her into an embrace. With his arm around her shoulder he guided her the few feet home. When they reached the door, she broke from his arms to slide the key into the lock with shaking hands.

You can do this, Eve chanted to herself as the fear that Kiros had changed his mind crawled down her skin. Eve, you can definitely do this. “Here we are,” she said before her tongue darted out to nervously lick her bottom lip. “May I come in?” Kiros asked as he pulled her to him. No sly attempts and no subtle remarks about wanting a cup of coffee. She stared at him with wide eyes, afraid to say anything. She simply shook her head

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That seemed to be all Kiros needed to let his leashed hunger free. He grabbed one of her fluttering hands in an almost crushing grip and strode into the darkened doorway. His large foot connected with the wooden door, slamming it shut. Eve flinched as the sound echoed throughout the apartment. Kiros darted a glance at her. Her nervousness apparently did not go unnoticed by the man beside her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise to take care of you,” he said before bending his head to capture her lips in a tantalizing kiss. She was on fire. The moment his firm lips touched hers, Eve felt aflame. She gripped his arms, trying to steady herself in the midst of his raging desire. Her fingers clenched, sinking into the fabric of his leather coat. Her small hands drifted down the center of his chest to grasp his zipper. Eve tugged hard and was relieved to hear the rasp of the zipper teeth opening. Within moments, Kiros had shrugged out of the leather coat without once breaking the kiss. Lips fused, tongues tangled, desires raged out of control as they tasted of the hot, wet desire that ran rampant within the other’s body. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, stroking the sweet, tender flesh of her mouth, and elicited a deeply erotic groan of wanton pleasure from Eve. She felt so much. She had never in all her life felt so many intoxicating and sexual emotions. His hands were everywhere. Long fingers tangled in her braids, grasping her head, holding Eve still for his plunging tongue. His hands cupped her heavy aching breasts, rubbing their distended nipples into points of aching desire. His fingers ran up and down her spine, playing a beautiful melody of desire on her skin. Belatedly, Eve realized that Kiros had found the corset dress’s invisible zipper. Within seconds her dress pooled around her ivory heels. With careful movements, he manipulated her body until her back was against her front door.

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“The bedroom,” she muttered against his scorching skin before placing a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss against the long, corded column of his neck. “Next time,” he said before placing a kiss between her breasts. Eve threw her head back at the feel of Kiros’s hard, hot lips against her skin, blazing a trail down her body, between her breasts, on her stomach, above her pelvis, between her widened legs to place soft kisses against the moist lips of her aching pussy. “Good god,” Eve groaned when she felt Kiros spread the lips of her sex to reveal the swollen head of her clitoris. Her head slammed against the door when she felt the hot, wet, velvety rasp of his tongue against her clit. Once, twice, thrice, he licked her clit before venturing south to lick at the weeping core of her shuddering sex. “Oh my...” she moaned when she felt him thrust the hard length of his tongue into her creaming cunt. The molten desire streaming through her veins ignited Eve like a flame to kindle. The wet rasp of Kiros’s tongue glided atop the swollen head of her clitoris before flicking it. She shivered and gasped in response. He growled against the spread lips of her sex and the coarse sound vibrated along every sensitive inch of her skin. Her mouth opened on a breathless scream as heat snaked from her clenching pussy to the rest of her enflamed body. Her full breasts quivered as he thrust his tongue in and out of her weeping cunt. The hard, wet length plowed through her to wreak havoc on her senses and illicit a gut churning orgasm from the depths of her soul. Within seconds her small fingers were clenched in his pale blond hair, holding his mouth to her, as she came around his tongue with a harsh groan. He lifted his head from her for a second, just long enough to growl out the words, “Say my name,” before resuming his sexual assault on her senses. His tongue was relentless, absolutely merciless as he wrought fast, hard, ardent flicks against the full head of her clitoris. “Come for me,” he whispered against her moist, heated flesh before wrapping his full lips around her engorged clitoris and sucking it deep into the recesses of his warm, wet mouth.

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“Oh god... oh god,” Eve panted as he continued to suck at her tender flesh. She guided him closer still, as her satin heels dug into the flesh of his back. “Oh... my... Kiros.” Her words ended on a wail as a million glittering lights exploded behind her eyelids. “Now for the main entrée,” he growled before lifting her limp body from the door. Eve smiled against his shoulder as he carefully placed her on the carpeted floor. When he had her settled, she looked deep into his violet eyes as she caressed the hard line of his clenched jaw. She knew that the same hunger that had driven him to give her three orgasms raged inside of him, yet he still took exquisite care of her. It was amazing how someone with so much hard strength could be so gentle with her. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he groaned against her lips before the velvet warmth of his tongue thrust into the inner cavern of her open mouth, sharing the taste of her satisfaction with her. “No, you’re beautiful,” Eve blurted out the moment his lips moved from hers. “You make me feel beautiful,” she muttered before gifting him with an honest, shy smile. She watched as his tanned, callused fingers grasped the hem of his black tee shirt and pulled it over his blond head. Eve’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the sight before her. She had thrilled at the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips, but nothing had prepared her for the sight. His strong, thickly corded biceps bulged as he threw the shirt across the room. “Amazing,” she whispered as she scraped one finger down the hard ridged line that halved his chest and stomach. Her finger paused at the waist of his leather pants before drifting along the hard muscles of his abdomen. With both hands she touched and explored every inch of flesh exposed to her gaze. “Absolutely beautiful,” she said before resting her hands on the bulge that marked the front of his leather pants. Her fingers tightened tentatively around him. Her eyes fluttered at

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the size of mass in her hands. On the dance floor, Eve had felt the hard, long length of his cock against her ass. Kiros was, apparently, as gifted with girth. He overflowed her palms.

“Christ,” he groaned before pulling her hands from him. In one short move she had shredded what was left of his control. In seconds he had his pants off. His lips curved into a wry grin as he thanked the heavens that he had opted out of underwear this morning. It was just one less obstacle between him and the snug, tight fit of Eve’s heavenly pussy. Kiros lifted his head long enough to look down at the woman beneath him. Her long jet black braids were strewn around her head, creating a midnight halo around her beautiful face. Her deep brown eyes shone up at him with a mixture of apprehension, anticipation, and desire. He grinned down at her. Three orgasms later and she was not satisfied. A woman after his own heart. Her full lips were swollen and bruised from his hungry kisses. She was the picture of a woman comfortable with her sexuality. One short index finger lifted up to scrape at the skin of his chest. “Like what you see?” she asked with a sly smile. His eyes swept her body, starting from her little feet, up her calves, her thick thighs, her swollen, open pussy, the soft bulge of her stomach, the high, full breasts that lifted with her every breath to settle on her deep, chocolate brown eyes. After long moments of staring into her dark gaze, Kiros replied. “I definitely like what I see.” Kiros settled himself between Eve’s splayed thighs and lifted the heavy head of his cock. He stared at her flesh as he placed the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was a creamy confection of strawberries and chocolates. The sight of her naked, tender flesh raised something dark and primal in his soul. Kiros was forced to take a deep breath to steady himself before sliding his cock into her creaming pussy.

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Eve’s eyes flew open at the feel of the wide head of his cock stretching her. He smiled down at her knowing his smile was harsh and brittle, but he was at the end of the very short leash he had placed on his hunger. Eve was small. Long before he had touched her naked skin, long before they had kissed, Kiros had realized that Eve hadn’t had sex in years, and he was a large man. He had always felt comfortable with his nine and a half inches but as he placed his cock at the entrance to Eve’s pussy he felt obscenely large. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he had to be inside of her.

He was going to fit. He had to fit. Anything else would be his demise Kiros thought as he blinked away the fat drops of sweat that glistened on his brow. He found himself besotted with the sight before him. The red ruddy head of his engorged pink cock speared the pink and brown flesh. They were a pretty picture of intertwined, beautiful colors. “God, we look good together,” he groaned as he bent over her. Kiros placed a soft kiss against her rapidly beating pulse as he slid another inch into her tight sheath. They groaned in unison when her pussy responded by clenching around his hard length. “You are beautiful,” Kiros growled through clenched teeth as he thrust another inch of thick, hard cock inside of Eve. Her small nails dug into his biceps warning him as he slid inside of her. “Deeper,” he said, his husky baritone pitched just above an animal’s growl, before lifting her right leg into the air. He immediately sunk in another two inches. Eve moaned and shifted, as he thrust into her tight pussy, spearing the clenching muscles. Her lips were in a tight line of discomfort. Eve moved beneath Kiros, and shifted her hips. He brushed his lips against hers hoping to ease some of the tension within her body. His sweat–slicked skin slid along hers as he moved his hips a little. Kiros immediately felt himself nudge inside of her another two inches. “Almost there, sweetheart,” he said against her lips before taking the plump petals in a drugging open mouthed kiss. With his mouth fastened to hers, he allowed one hand to drift down her body to settle in the nest of onyx curls cloaking her swollen pussy. He sifted

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through and found the wet, engorged nub of her clitoris. The rough pad of his callused thumb rubbed back and forth against the sensitive flesh, eliciting captured moans from her lips. He rubbed, flicked, and pinched the turgid head of her clitoris until his fingers were drenched in her cream and then he surged the last two inches of his cock into her pussy as her orgasm ripped through her body. Kiros clenched his teeth, fighting off the pleasure Eve’s clenching pussy muscles wreaked upon his flesh, even as he felt the need to howl at the moon. Finally, all nine and a half inches of his cock was deep inside of her. He tipped her head back and looked deep into her glazed eyes, allowing her to see the raw hunger smoldering in his amethyst gaze, the hunger that blazed for her. For the first time in his very long, lonely existence Kiros wished for something more. He could feel his soul calling out, demanding something that could never be. He was an abomination, never meant to exist, forever destined to wander alone, but tonight, as he laid in Eve’s arms, he wanted and wished for things that were out of his reach. As he stared into Eve’s eyes, he ruthlessly pushed down the churning emotions inside him. This was just sex. It had to be, for both their sakes. “Now it’s my turn,” he said before his lips twisted into a harsh smile. His teeth lightly scraped against the sensitive skin rimming her left ear as he slid his long length out of her soaking sheath. She immediately groaned. “Don’t worry, love, I’m giving him back,” Kiros said before sinking back into the wet, clasping heat of her body. Her back arched as he glided along the sensitive tissues of her drenched canal. Every inch of his body was focused on the hidden depths his cock scraped and pulsed along. Once more he slid out of her, only to thrust back in seconds later. Kiros kept up the tantalizing rhythm dragging her higher and higher until her breathy moans were a mockery of words. He stroked in and out of her tight, creaming pussy, rubbing against that delicious spot deep inside that he knew would make her scream. With every thrust, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Eve’s G-spot. Then he suddenly stilled, grasped her left leg and lifted

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it so that both her legs were in the air. She was wide open and unable to do anything but accept his every hard thrust. With one hand wrapped around each of her thighs, he held her open as he surged back into her, slicing through her frantically fluttering pussy muscles. Kiros knew there was a difference in his rhythm. He was rougher, coarser, and hungrier as he entered her. Whereas before he teased her, now he ravished her pussy. He moved with deep, powerful strokes that plowed through her pussy, stretched her to the limit, filled her completely, and had them both groaning with pleasure. He belatedly realized that Eve was frantically searching around, fingers clutching, seeking something to steady herself as he plundered her pussy. The sound of flesh sinking into wet flesh echoed through the room, broken only by the melody of their groans and sighs. Suddenly her body arched into a beautiful bow. A keening scream was ripped from the depths of her soul as she convulsed into a body burning orgasm. Kiros surged once, twice into her as her pussy muscles clenched around him, milking the seed from his balls. He poured what was left of himself inside of her with a harsh growl that was her name. With one last, shivering groan, Kiros collapsed on top of Eve and entered her waiting arms. Long moments later, after his heartbeat had returned to normal, Kiros lifted himself from Eve’s warm embrace, strode across the living room, and picked up the plush velvet throw on top of Eve’s leather couch. After he settled himself on the carpeted floor, he pulled her sleeping form from the moist evidence of their arousal and into his arms, before draping the covering around her body. Her eyes fluttered open when he placed the blanket on top of her. She gave him a soft, sensual grin that made his cock stir. Then she turned over and sighed. “If I had known it would feel this good to be bad,” she muttered to herself. “I would have strayed from the path years ago.”

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Kiros’s soft laughter floated through the air. Thank god, he came along at the right moment. To think he might have missed out on Eve.

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Chapter Seven The Rules

“If we are this far away, why must we stay in this form?” the old, stoop shouldered woman grumbled to the child beside her. Aged and weathered, her skin barely clung to her brittle bones, but the voice, the tone was one filled with youth and agility. “You’re starting to let your age show, Gabrielle,” the child responded before turning away. “The Controllers sent before you were stronger and wiser and The Spawn dealt with them. Don’t add yourself to the list with your excitement.” “I’m just curious, is all,” she said, sweetening her voice. Gabrielle knew that she had overstepped the line with her whining, but it was difficult not to voice her anger and agitation over the situation. She was a Controller, part of the elite group of fey commissioned to protect and punish those in their realm. She was a fighter, trained since her fifth birthday. The Spawn was less than a mile away yet they stood in the cold waiting. “Waiting for what?” she wanted to scream at the child beside her. “Have you ever asked yourself why the Guardians want him dead?” he whispered on the ghostly air.

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Chills raced down her spine as she contemplated the man cloaked in the child’s façade. She knew nothing about him, except that he was her commander in this mission. But he was not of the Controllers. This man was not part of the Guardians, the fey’s governing board. He was not even a fey. He was a were. He was one of the enemy, but he stood there with her, waiting to kill The Spawn. “No,” she said. It was the truth. She did not care why the Guardians wanted him dead. He had disobeyed their laws and his punishment was death. A death she would bring about. “Do you even know why the Guardians call him The Spawn?” “No.” Another truth revealed. She did not know why the Guardians had taken such a strong stance against the one known only as The Spawn. It wasn’t her job to know what the accused had done wrong. She was the executioner, never the judge. “Do you know he is a mixed breed?” “Yes, he is part fey.” “Do you have any idea what the other part is, little one?” he asked with amusement in his voice. “He is surely part human. What else could the other part be?” she asked incredulously. She knew that humans and fey mated sometimes, creating children that were a mixture of both realms. She had never heard of a fey mating with an Other. “That, sweetheart is the question you should be asking yourself. Why would the Guardians send a fey and a were to annihilate a mixed breed?” “You can not mean to say that he is...?” Her words trailed off, unwilling to say the unthinkable. “Yes, fey. He is the abomination that is not supposed to happen genetically. Both were and fey can mate with humans and produce children, but the fey and the were are not supposed to be able to mate with one another. At least that is the story we are all told.” “So we can mate one another?”

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He simply shrugged one small, bony shoulder. She stared at his back, willing him to speak. “He may the exception or he may be the rule. The truth is the fey don’t want anyone to know that their kind can be tainted by --” “A mere were.” “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, were,” she said with a wry grin. “So our job is to make sure that no one finds out that our kinds can procreate.” “With one another. Yes.” “So that is why the Guardians want him dead.” “Interesting, isn’t it. But now we have a more complicated matter.” “What exactly could get more complicated than this?” she said as she waved a hand in the direction The Spawn lay. “We must bring them the woman.” “The human woman?” she asked, clearly baffled. “Yes, the one with the long black braids.” “Why?” she questioned, intrigued. “Because she, fey, will be his very downfall. With her in our hands, we simply have to wait for him.” “And what makes you think he will follow her?” she asked curiously. The Spawn was a loner in the strictest sense of the word. He did not have friends. He did not have lovers. Why would he care about this particular woman when he had never cared for a single being in his existence? “He is part fey, loyal and proud, and part were, dominant and protective,” he said with a harsh smile.

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“So?” “So, she is his mate. There is nothing he won’t do to get her back. When he comes for her, we will be waiting and ready.”

He was a man ruled by logic and understanding. Centuries of living had taught him the ways of the world, and he still didn’t know how to avoid his predicament. He waited in the cooling fall air for the dawn to come so that he could betray the very man who had schooled him. Because if he did not betray his master, it would be his own demise he would witness. It was a bitter pill that he swallowed as he ate his pride to stand in the shrouded brush awaiting his reckoning. Rubio looked at the true figure of the woman beside him. With her pale pink hair and sea green eyes she was enchanting and ethereal. Too bad really, he thought, as he contemplated her demise. She would not even get to see the dawn. It really was a shame, he thought, before turning back to his night surveillance.

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Chapter Eight Like Never Before

He watched her sigh and roll over, away from him. “How long have you been watching me sleep?” she mumbled into the thick carpet. “Long enough,” he replied with a deceptively nonchalant shrug. He could already feel the desire rising inside of him at the sight of her nude body. He hungered for her. He hungered for her as he had never hungered for a woman before. “Do I snore?” she asked curiously. The indulgent smirk on her face told Kiros that Eve had always wanted to know if she snored, but there was never anyone around to inform her. He now knew that she never brought men home with her. He was special. She turned to him, seeking his eyes in the darkness. He was less than three feet from her but the pitch black room prevented her human eyes from seeing him. He on the other hand, could see her squinting, searching for him, her hair a sexy, beautiful tangled mess, her intoxicating lips parted.

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“Long enough to know I’m ready to try that bed of yours,” he said before picking her from the floor, throw and all. She felt right in his arms. He acknowledged the thought for a second before discarding it. Thoughts like that would lead to something more than a one-night stand, something more than he could handle. “Kiros!” she screamed when Kiros threw her petite frame over his shoulders. “Eve,” he replied with a soft, satisfied chuckle before smacking her upturned ass. “Hey!” Eve protested. “With that kind of behavior...” she muttered against his back. “Yes?” he said before throwing her atop the bed. He stared into her bottomless brown eyes for long moments, before breaking into a devilish smile. “Yes?” he prompted. “Yes,” Eve replied as she trailed her hands down his washboard abs. “You do snore, just a little, but it’s cute.” “It is?” she asked with a sly grin. “Oh yeah,” he said before bending his head to rub his lips against hers. Her plump lips softened beneath the hard line of his mouth. His tongue skirted out, flicking against the seam of her lips, coaxing them to open. She arched against him, pressing her soft curves against the hard lines of his body. Kiros immediately felt fire snake through his body in response to the feel of slick skin rubbing against his.

“Going to make me work for it,” Kiros mumbled against her closed lips before grasping her head in his hands. He held her prisoner as his tongue stormed her tightly guarded treasures. Kiros slanted his lips over hers, teasing, licking, and nipping the sensitive flesh with a series of tender kisses. It was too much for Eve: the feel of his stubble rubbing against her sensitive skin, his hands in her hair, clutching her scalp, the dominant possession of her mouth, the feel of his

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mouth against hers. She gave up the battle, opening her mouth for his tender raid. She writhed at the feel of his hot, seeking tongue stroking in and out of the moist cavern of her mouth. His hands slid down her body to cup the full mounds of her breasts. His long fingered hands teased and tortured the taut nipples, igniting a fire in her veins too delicious to resist. “Oh God,” she groaned into his mouth. “Just Kiros,” he said before bending to surround one hard nipple with his lips. He flicked the engorged bud with his tongue before soothing it with the same tongue. Over and over he repeated the process until Eve was digging her nails into the sheets. “Please,” she begged on a moan. Her voice was shaky and sure. She felt just as swept away by their desires as he did. A flash of a smile of male satisfaction lit across his face before he took the full tip in his mouth. Eve threw her head back at the feel of Kiros’s suckling mouth. He placed hot, wet kisses against her breast bone before turning to the neglected nipple. He laved the other breast with the same attention, igniting Eve’s lust and desire, sending her pleasure streaking through her veins. “I want to please you,” she gasped as he continued to suckle her breasts. Her small, ardent hands tugged on the strands of his hair, begging him to lift his head. His hand drifted down to test the degree of her arousal. One blunt finger flicked against her clit. She shivered in response. When he was satisfied, he lifted his head. Her small feet slid up his thighs, teasing him with a ghost of a touch. Eve watched as the color of his eyes darkened in response. A smirk lit her face. Eve knew what she wanted. She pushed at his broad shoulders. He didn’t move an inch. She groaned, looked into his eyes, and told him, “I want on top.” He simply arched an eyebrow before reversing their positions.

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“Much better,” she mumbled as she viewed him from the new angle. She was immediately awed by his masculine beauty. Hard square jaw, full lips, slashing dark blond eyebrows all culminated to mark the man as dangerous and devastating. And he was hers. At least for the night, she thought with some feminine pride. Eve dipped her head to place petal soft kisses against the length of his corded neck, against his rapidly rising chest, against the hard muscles of his abdomen, until the thick thatch of pale brown hair surrounding his cock tickled her nose. She could hear him waiting with bated breath. He was watching her and waiting for her to make a decision. After what felt like endless moments, she cupped his heavy sacs in the palm of one small hand. With the other hand, she tentatively scraped a nail along the ridged line marking him. Eve smiled into the darkness when she felt his answering shudder. She wrapped both hands around him, marveling at his length and width. “I can’t believe he fit,” she muttered to herself as she palmed him, stroked him, and teased him with her gentle touch. “He didn’t have a choice,” Kiros replied with a harsh groan. She had taken him into her mouth. Eve marveled at the feel of his long fingers clenching in her hair, guiding her, as she opened her mouth wider, took him deeper. She had to remind herself to swallow as she fit his hard length into her mouth. She had never felt the need to please a man like this. Never had she taken a man so long, so thick, so deeply. But then again, she’d never had Kiros before tonight. Belatedly Eve recognized the sound that vibrated above her head. The distinctive sound of teeth clicking shut drifted though the air when Kiros clenched his teeth against the pleasure her hot, slick mouth was reaping upon his cock. The rough, wet texture of her

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tongue slid along the head of his cock, swirling in the eye of the storm before sliding down the long, thick length. With a harsh groan, Kiros pulled her up from his body to settle her on his thighs. “I wasn’t done,” she protested with a soft laugh. “Neither was I.” He rubbed the head of his cock against her distended clit. They groaned in unison. “Guide me home, sweetheart,” he growled. Eve held the thick length of his cock in one tight fist. “You forgot the condom,” Eve said with a soft smile. “Once is dangerous, but twice is playing with fire.” Staring down into Kiros’s beautiful amethyst eyes, Eve couldn’t help but be awed by his masculine beauty. With every touch, he made her breath hitch. Even then, she found her breath coming in gasps. It was no wonder she had gotten caught in the moment when they first made love. Both of them had been blinded by the strength of their desires. Neither of them had remembered the condom the first time. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice gruff and full of emotions he didn’t dare voice. “Yes, but...” “Trust me. I’m clean and infertile.” The words shot through her heart. A man as beautiful as Kiros should have been able to impregnate the whole world. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. Kiros flinched in reaction. It was as if she had just hit him. She could see the pain and anger in his eyes. More than that, she saw the shocked acknowledgement of the emotions. Kiros hadn’t even known he wanted a child. Fatherhood was not his destiny. “I’ve accepted it,” he said, his voice thick and unbending. “Still…” she said unsure of what to do. “I want to feel you like I’ve never felt any other woman.”

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Eve mentally groaned as she felt the last wall surrounding her heart crumble at the tender words he spoke. Her mind told her no, but her heart told her yes. Eve knew which one she was going to heed. Because tomorrow she didn’t want to regret not opening herself to the one man who made her heart skip and jump. Eve gave Kiros a tremulous smile before wrapping her fingers around the length of his cock and slowly lowering herself onto him, inch by tantalizing inch. The slow exquisite journey was sweet torture for both of them. They groaned in unison when he was fully seated to the hilt. She could feel her muscles stretching to accommodate his thick length. He filled her completely, stretched her to the limit, like no man had ever before. Their breathing was fast and labored. The rough rasp of need echoed through the still night. His fingers dug into the full flesh of her wide hips, guiding her movements, telling her without words how fast, how slow, and how deep he needed her to move. His strong fingers lifted her wide hips in a rhythm as old as time. Together they moved to a pace of pleasure. “Kiros,” she said, gulping for air, fighting for sustenance. She threw her head back to suck in a deep breath. Eve tentatively tightened the muscles between her thighs. “Son of a…” Kiros growled. She smiled to herself as she felt her pussy clench around him. He stared wide eyed at her. She grasped his head and pulled him to her for a quick kiss. He flashed a devilish smile as his fingers found the button of pleasure at the apex of her pussy. “Oh my god,” Eve screamed as she climaxed. Kiros growled at the same moment she screamed. His fingers dug into her skin as he pumped furiously, lifting his hips and plunging deep inside her aching pussy. He took one final thrust, spilling all of his seed before expelling a satisfied growl.

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Chapter Nine The Summoning

The dawning sky was split by a brightening light of pink and peach rays. The night was over, morning was coming. Kiros’s night with Eve was over. They had parted with a kiss. With a force of effort, he zippered his leather jacket before putting on his matching gloves. His movements were slow, methodic, and purposeful. He had to concentrate to get the task done because all he wanted to do was turn around and walk back into her apartment. It was as if the beast in him had sensed something right in Eve and wanted him to stay, despite his own objections. He stood outside her apartment wondering if he was making the right decision. Something inside of him questioned his actions, along with his sanity. He had never wanted to spend the night with a woman before. Have sex -- yes. Spend the night -- no. Spending the night meant concern, appreciation and... cuddling. He never, ever spent the night. But he wanted to spend the night... and more with Eve. Therein laid the problem. Kiros was a vagabond by nature, a traveling man who never stayed in any one place long enough to make a friend. He’d survived centuries by spending hours, days, and at the most weeks in a place. But he wanted to spend his eternity with Eve.

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That was definitely a problem. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through the tousled strands of his blond hair.

Never look back, he thought as he walked into the dawning light. A man like him could never afford to look back. Even if it meant leaving his heart behind.

***** He needed to make a call. Things were getting out of hand. The situation was progressing too quickly. He could feel it in his veins. Marcus pulled the slim, silver phone from his pocket and flipped it open in one blinding move. He pressed the speed dial number and waited for the phone to ring. The other man picked up on the first ring. “Have you found him, Marcus?” “No, sir.” “Then why the hell are you calling?” Nikos growled. “I found his scent,” Marcus replied. “So?” Nikos barked out. “I scented it to a woman.” “And?” he asked, clearly irritated. What the hell did a woman have to do with anything he thought, annoyed. “A human woman,” Marcus said with a smile in his voice. “Of course he would never take a chance with a were or fey.” “His scent was not only on the woman, it was part of the woman.” “Are you trying to tell me...”Nikos said incredulously.

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“Yes, sir,” Marcus responded letting his voice fill with his own shock and awe. “Does he know?” “He’s not there with her, sir. She’s alone.” “So he doesn’t know.” “No, sir. I don’t believe he does.” “Marcus?” “Yes, sir. I don’t need to be told.” “Marcus?”

Silence. “Marcus?” Nikos called with more anger in his tone. “Sir, there’s a were in the area, a male, and it’s not Kiros. Hurry, sir. I think they found her. The traitor has found her.” The loud buzzing dial tone informed him that Marcus was no longer on the line. He slowly placed the phone in its cradle before putting on his long, black wool coat. Leashed power radiated from his every pore as he walked from the room. He could only pray for the unknown were’s sake that he meant no harm. It would really be a shame for him if he did. For his presence had summoned the Master of the Corridor.

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Chapter Ten The Weaker Sex

Unease slid down his spine as he gazed at the dawning sun. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his heart. The large organ pounded to a staccato rhythm. He ran shaking fingers through his hair twice before he admitted that what he was feeling was not going to go away. At least not if he kept harping on it. He threw his legs over the bike, gunned it, and relished the vibrations of the reassuring purr. “Eve is fine. Nothing is wrong,” he muttered to himself as he put on his helmet. She had to be fine, he thought as he pushed down the apprehension in his gut. Eve had to be fine because a one-night stand only involved one night.

***** She woke at the feel of a large palm pressed over her mouth. Her first thought was

Kiros is playing a sex game. But the man’s scent told her another story.

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She and Kiros had showered together before his departure. He had left smelling like her perfumed soap. The man holding her down did not smell like her. His scent was thick and musky, reminding Eve of long hours spent under the sun. He was not Kiros. She stared up at the figure above her, trying desperately to make out his face. But the black mask hid him from her view. All she could see were large, cold blue eyes staring back at her. She did not need to be told they were the eyes of a killer. Panic assailed her senses and she instinctively kicked out at the man holding her against her will. Her foot connected with flesh, hitting hard enough to strike the bone. She groaned against his hand, flinching at the shooting pain streaking across the nerve endings in her foot. Eve felt like she had just kicked a titanium pole. The masked man didn’t even flinch. Not once. She closed her eyes as visions of her demise played in her mind. Suddenly, with renewed urgency, she struggled against the man holding her down. The

least I can do is make his life difficult, Eve thought in a moment of insanity. “We don’t need her awake. We just need her alive.” The throaty voice belonged to a woman, not the man holding her down. On a panicked note, Eve wondered just how many people were in her bedroom, her apartment. And what did they want with her that they needed her alive? Not that she was complaining. She’d prefer to be alive, rather than dead. But thoughts of a gang bang wouldn’t leave her mind. “We must be careful with her,” the intruder said before pulling out a piece of black cloth. Within seconds he had it placed over her mouth and tied. Eve attempted to open her mouth to scream, but found it secured in one position. Her jaw didn’t even move. “I’m not going to hurt you,” the masked man whispered.

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As if she was foolish enough to believe him. She tried screaming again. The fear surging through her wouldn’t allow her to accept that no one would hear her. All that came out was a muffled squeak. The intruder’s gaze flickered to her face for a second. Then he dismissed her and quickly tied her hands and feet together. Eve grunted when his shoulder punched her in the stomach as he threw her over his arm. Stars danced before her eyes as he carried her like a ragdoll. Her vision cleared long enough for her to see that he had made it out of her bedroom.

“I suggest you put the human down,” Marcus growled into the pitch black room. He could feel the presence of the two Other Kin, but it was the male he focused on. He could see the large man in the corner of the large loft style apartment. He could make out his silhouette, see what he was wearing, but he couldn’t see his face. It was covered. But Marcus didn’t need to see his face. He had scented him. There was a traitor in their camp. One of their very own pack members was attempting to betray The Corridor. He knew the identity of the traitor. The knowledge burned in his gut. A traitor, a were traitor, a brother. It was sickening. It was up to him to make sure the traitor didn’t succeed in bringing down their house. Marcus saw the other were flinch at the sound of his voice. Rubio had not been expecting him. He had not scented him either. Marcus was too old and too fast for Rubio to scent.

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Rubio immediately threw the bound woman across the room to land on the couch. Before she even landed, he was in battle mode with his legs set apart, arms up and in clenched fists. Marcus lunged at Rubio, opting for speed, knowing it was his best asset. As he moved, he was very conscious of the third person in the room. Rubio was not prepared for his actions. Marcus saw Rubio’s eyes widen as he made his way to him. He knew that he moved quickly, almost too quickly. He was a mind blowing swirl of hypnotizing movement. Before Rubio understood what was happening, Marcus laid a blow to his jaw. His head flew back with the force of the punch. Rubio immediately righted himself and then aimed a punch at Marcus’s middle section. His fist connected, throwing Marcus off center. Marcus squinted his eyes as the pain radiated from his middle. Rubio’s fist had slammed into his abdomen with shocking strength. It was as if Rubio were on steroids. Rubio laughed with a slow smile. “I guess you weren’t expecting that,” he said before throwing a fist aimed at Marcus’s face. Marcus easily ducked the hit and came up with an upper cut to the other man’s jaw. Before Rubio recovered from the blow, Marcus struck out with his leg, kicking Rubio in the ribs. With their preternatural hearing both men heard the ribs crack with the force of the blow. “Son of a bitch,” Rubio growled as he stumbled back, holding his left side. Marcus followed the younger man, charging him, intending to lay the final blow and put an end to the short battle. Rubio took another step back to steady himself, straightened and then crouched low to the ground. His limbs lengthened, his face grew longer, and hair sprouted all over his thick body. He burst through his clothing landing on all fours, a very large black wolf.

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Realizing Rubio’s intent, Marcus kept running toward him, changing as he ran. He reached the large black wolf in his own wolf form. In wolf form, Marcus circled Rubio for a second before lunging at his throat. The single sound of a gunshot echoed through the room. As the metal ripped through his flesh, a single thought occurred to Marcus. He had made a grave mistake. He had underestimated the third person. The second intruder had decided to end the fight a little sooner than he had planned. He, like many men before him, had underestimated the fairer sex.

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Chapter Eleven A Family Reunion

Something was wrong. He scented it the moment he entered the compound. Beneath the various merging scents of the individuals who slept the last hours of Halloween away, two stood out. They were light, barely there, and unusual. Full of strength and age he couldn’t ignore them. But that wasn’t what frightened him. It was the missing scent that alarmed his senses. Eve’s scent lingered in the building, but he knew without being told that she was no longer in the area. Something had gone terribly wrong. Kiros ran the length of her corridor, his long legs eating up the space. When he reached Eve’s door, he found it broken, lying off its hinges. It had been kicked down. Muddy boot prints marred the door’s beautiful wood etchings. His senses prickled when he realized the uneasy sensation came from the traces of male which were on the door. One of his kind had taken Eve. Before he could contemplate the reasons, Kiros strode into the apartment. The two weres he had scented earlier were still inside. He concentrated, calling on the powers he detested.

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For a moment all seemed wrong, his senses dimmed, marking the room in shades of silver and grey, and then the fireball appeared in his open palm. Sound dimmed, time shifted as he glided into the room. Kiros knew that although he saw the world at the same speed, he moved much faster than normal. He was a flash in the ebony room. When he was a few feet from the two intruders he threw the fireball at the kneeling man. He watched, filled with satisfaction, as it headed straight for the man’s skull. The man turned and threw a large, dark palm up in the air. The fireball stopped in its tracks, a few inches from his face, and disintegrated. It took Kiros a moment to realize what had happened. Knowing his opponent’s strength, Kiros threw two simultaneous fireballs his way. As the flaming balls soared through the air, he ran across the room, jumped, and landed a kick against the man’s chest. He immediately moved away leaving the fireballs to do their damage. The intruder had not been expecting the change in tactics. Kiros could see it in his shocked eyes. When his foot landed on the other man’s chest, the intruder grunted and took a step back, before freezing the burning orbs. The two globes shattered into a thousand pieces of ice before Kiros’s face. The other man’s face spread into a smile. Kiros could see amusement and something he didn’t dare name in the other man’s dark blue eyes. “Impressive, Kiros, you are even stronger than I thought,” Nikos said before bowing to him. Kiros stared at the other man dumbfounded. He knew his name. Knew of his strength, but he had never met the intruder.

“Although I appreciate the exercise we don’t have time for games,” Nikos said as he brushed off the footprint on his chest. He winced a little as his fingers brushed against the now tender flesh.

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Kiros was much stronger than he had ever dreamed he could be. The blending of two very distinct genes had made him a god among the Others. Nikos’s smile was rueful. No wonder the Guardians wanted him dead. He upset the balance they coveted. “What have you done with her?” Kiros growled. When Nikos simply shook his head in reaction, Kiros took to the floor, taking a crouching position. “You can change?” Nikos asked, shocked. The blending of the species wasn’t supposed to allow one to change forms. Although both feys and werewolves were magical, preternatural beings, their Other Kin nature was diametrically opposed. At least that was what he had thought. “Where is she?” Kiros asked. Nikos sensed the urgency in Kiros’s voice. The young man was giving him a warning. He listened to it. He was too old and too smart not to take notice. “I’m not the enemy, son,” he said exasperated. The young were always so damn emotional. “I am not your son,” Kiros growled back at the other man, enunciating every word. “No, you’re not,” he retorted. “I am your father’s father, Kiros.” The moment the words left his mouth, the younger man lunged at him with lightning speed. Nikos caught Kiros right before he pounced, wrapped his dark fingers around Kiros’s throat and held him in the air. He had something important to say and the young man was going to hear it. Whether he liked it or not. “I am your father Tila’s father. Look at my face and recognize the features. I met you a few times when you were but a pup.”

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Kiros tried to lash out and strike Nikos but found his limbs would not move. Nikos knew the exact moment Kiros realized how powerful he was. The young man’s amethyst eyes narrowed in hatred when he tried to move and found his limbs frozen. Then the words registered and his face darkened. Kiros stared at him, not comprehending why he would tell such lies. Pain streaked across his face and Nikos knew the young man was remembering his parents’ horrific deaths. His father and mother had both died when he was eighteen years old, almost four hundred years ago. “We met once. You didn’t even know I existed. Your father and I hadn’t talked much since he met your mother. You were living in Paris at the time. It was just weeks before the French Revolution. You told me you were in love with a British actress you had met during your tour of the continent. You planned to wed her that spring, but...” “My father objected,” Kiros whispered, finishing the tale. “You told me that love, not lust would find a way.” Nikos immediately released Kiros. He soothingly patted the young man on the shoulder as he looked into his wide, shocked amethyst gaze. “The lesson still applies. We have much to do to get back your woman, son.”

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Chapter Twelve Three’s Company

They had been driving for hours. They had long ago left the San Francisco region. Gabrielle was not sure where they were headed. Rubio refused to inform her of where they were going. All she knew was that they would be driving many more hours. After what felt like a decade the van stopped. She glanced at the watch the Guardian had given her. It wasn’t time to stop. She looked around them. This wasn’t the stop Rubio had told her about. “Why are we stopping?” Gabrielle asked Rubio as he turned the large vehicle off the road and into the desolate road stop. He simply turned to her and glared. Gabrielle’s teeth clicked together as she closed her mouth on the words that waited on her tongue. Staring into his frigid blue eyes, she immediately felt a chill enter her body. Rubio was the most menacing, frightening man she had ever met and she had served for twenty years as a Controller. Twenty minutes later, he sauntered up to the vehicle with two hot dogs in his hands. “You want anything?” he called out to her.

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“I’m fine,” Gabrielle gritted through her teeth as she watched him through the side mirror. The callous fool had forgotten that she was a Firebender, a very rare breed of fey. Any and everything in the roadside store would poison her. “Since your hands are free you want to come back here and check these tires for me. I think one is flat.” Gabrielle clenched her teeth in anger. She was a warrior, a fighter, not a mechanic. She knew nothing of the human instrument known as cars. She muttered to herself as she stepped from the vehicle. The minute she got back to the realm, she was going to put in a complaint to the Guardians. It was bad enough she was working with a were, but did they have to heap insult upon injury by giving her a badly tempered, sexist idiot were for a partner? “I don’t know what a tire is, Wolf,” she growled at him as she strode to back of the van. He waited until she was less than a foot away from him before speaking. “That’s fine,” he said with a cruel smile. “It turns out I got it under control. I no longer need your help.” The last thing Gabrielle saw was the barrel of the chrome 45 aimed at her chest. It was a cruel twist of fate. He had given her the gun. It was the same gun loaded with the silver bullets she had used on the other werewolf. Her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness was, I never should have

given it back, should have known better than to trust a beast.

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Chapter Thirteen The Courier

Rubio leaned against a pillar waiting for the Seer to make her appearance. When she finally arrived she ignored him. Her eyes immediately sought out the bound woman he had been forced to kidnap to repay his debt. He curiously watched the Seer’s face. Her eyes widened when she looked into the human’s brown gaze. Rubio watched, fascinated, as the Seer’s face broke out into a full smile. “You did well, Rubio,” the Seer whispered as she circled the frightened woman. The human woman didn’t shrink and cower from the Seer. No, The Spawn’s mate looked the Seer in the eyes. Rubio could scent the human’s fear, but the strong lines of her spine did not show her apprehension. He raised an eyebrow at the human’s actions. Watching her, he was reminded of a statement he had heard a human use that had never made sense before tonight.

She was down, but not out. Kiros’s mate was a fighter. She was strong, even in the face of a fear she could not truly understand. Not many men or women would be so brave in front of the Seer.

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Kiros had a formidable mate. But then again, the human did not know she was before the legendary woman. Once the woman was done looking her over like livestock, the Seer stopped in front of Eve. Her smile was meant to be soft and comforting, but it gave off a harsh light of satisfaction as she gazed into the human’s eyes. “I hope they did not hurt you,” the Seer whispered to the bound woman. The human simply stared at her, mute and mutinous. Suddenly the Seer’s eyes widened with ecstatic joy. “Your mother’s blood is stronger in you,” she said, her voice little more than the rasp of paper sliding over paper. Her watery eyes stared down at Eve with dark lust and joy. “You see me for what I am, don’t you, child?” “And what are you, Seer?” Rubio asked with something more than curiosity in his tone. She ignored him. He saw the human woman blink. After years of abiding by the Seer’s rules, he had an itch he just needed to scratch. He needed to know who the Seer really was. What was behind her façade? “What do you see, human?” he growled. The Seer turned and gave him a sinister smile. “Wishing you had her gift, Rubio?” “Curious is all,” he said with a feigned indifferent shrug. “I’m just wondering what you really look like, Seer.” At his words, he saw the human attempt to turn to him. “Tell me what you see, woman.” “She’s evil,” the woman said, her voice thick and scratchy. She coughed twice, before continuing. “She’s pure evil.”

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Rubio kept his eyes on the Seer as the human spoke. “Is she now?” he asked, cocking his head, as he looked the Seer over from head to toe. “And what exactly does she look like?” “She is impure,” the human said. With every word her voice grew stronger. “She is old, has lived for over a hundred years. Her hair is so white, it’s blinding. Her skin is black, dyed with the inked tattoos of the black arts.” Rubio shook his head at the Seer. “You’re no longer pure? Something tells me purity is in the Seer’s Handbook?” He gave the Seer a harsh grin. She stared at him for long moments. “Are you done? Are you satisfied?” “Never did have any sense of humor,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Yes. And yes.” “She is unharmed?” “Yes.” “Good. We need the child she carries.” The human’s head snapped up at that statement. “I’m not pregnant,” she cried out. “Poor child. All that power and no knowledge,” the Seer said as she shook her head at the small woman. There was cruel amusement on her face. “You know not what he is, yet you carry his babe. He impregnated you, child,” she said before turning fully back to Rubio. “And the fey?” she questioned. “Taken care of.” “Good, good, very good. Can’t have her purity around,” she said as she rubbed her hands together. “I have to admit I’m quite excited,” she muttered to herself as she walked to the long black wooden table that stood against the right wall. The Seer turned and darted a glance at Eve. “It’s amazing really, and you, child, should feel proud. See you are his destined mate. With any and every other woman in the world, he is infertile, but with you…” She trailed off with a shrugged shoulder. “Can I ask you a question, Seer?”

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The Seer spoke as she searched the table. “You can ask, but the answer may not be received.” “Why this woman? Why do you believe that Kiros will come for her?” “Simple beast. She is his mate.” “So you say, but she is human. A blood mate outside of the were family is rare. Mates are destined. Do you really believe this woman can carry the combined genes of The Spawn?” “Yes. She carries them now. She is a very special human, a very rare human. Isn’t that right Eve?” she asked the young woman. “You come from a very long line of priestesses, voodoo priestesses.” “So she’s a legacy,” Rubio said with a nonchalant shrug. “She’s also his mate and was in heat, at least the human version of heat. She was ovulating.” Rubio darted a glance at Eve before turning to the Seer. “He’s a mixed breed who got a human pregnant. Their children would be...” he said truly flabbergasted. There was shock in his rough voice and there was naked excitement surrounding the Seer. The combination sent chills down Rubio’s preternatural spine. Neither he nor the Seer was the reactionary type, which meant this was realm changing news. “The ultimate weapon. Part fey, part were, part seer.” “Seer?” Rubio asked, confused. “Yes, Eve’s mother was a seer. Wasn’t she, child? That’s how she died. She had a vision while driving and lost control of the car. You have the same gift. But in you it’s stronger, more controlled. You see without getting lost.” Rubio watched the small human woman’s reactions as the Seer spoke. The Seer told the truth. The young woman’s wide eyes and shaky hands told him what he needed to know.

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“And what will you use this weapon to do?” Rubio causally asked. His voice was calm, almost monotone, but the leashed energy circulating through his veins was evident in his alert stance. Rubio was carefully listening to what the Seer had to say. The Seer bent until she gazed right into Eve’s eyes. When the crone had Eve’s eyes transfixed, the Seer stretched out one bony hand and caressed Eve’s face. “You, sweetheart, are nothing more than a courier. I’m going to let you live just long enough to birth your daughter and then... and then I’m going to rip her from your arms and use her to destroy all that her father represents.” The words echoed in Rubio’s head as the Seer’s harsh, shrill laughter bounced off the walls of the dark cavernous room.

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Chapter Fourteen A Fairy’s Tale

The searing pain shot through her, dragging her mind from the dark pit of unconsciousness. She woke gasping for air, trying to fight off the intense pain streaking through her chest. She was on fire. She was dying and for one moment she fought off the creeping feeling of failure before she closed her eyes and allowed her battered body to slip deep into the abyss of death. As she swam out to the sea of unconsciousness, fragments of the world she was leaving behind drifted out to her. People surrounded her, poking and prodding at her body, demanding that she stay with them on that side. Someone was calling her name. Another voice was chanting in a tongue older than time. And just like that she was back, screaming and crying, trying to claw her way out of the body that was on fire with blinding pain. She ripped at the shredded blouse she wore, desperately trying to ease the agonizing pain exploding through her chest. For one second her hand paused at the gauze taped over her wound, before ripping it off in one swift move.

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With wide, shocked eyes she stared at the gaping hole in her chest that was quickly shrinking. “Dear Goddess,” she whispered through parched lips. “You’re healing pretty nicely, Gabrielle.” Her head jerked up at the sound of the voice. She stared at the people surrounding her, three men, one of whom she recognized. And her knowledge only brought fear. Two weres and the one known as The Spawn surrounded her. Gabrielle darted a quick glance at the most dangerous of the three males and wished she could have just slipped into the alluring abyss of death. The Spawn’s amethyst eyes burned with a feverish fire. He was livid. And suddenly, she felt fear for the first time in her life. “I’m Nikos Karis.” Her eyes widened immediately. She turned to the source of the voice. This beautiful man was the legendary werewolf. The Spawn and the Master of the Corridor. It was too much to ask of her. “I’m Kiros’s grandfather. Together, we were able to close that little hole in your chest,” Karis said softly. Her eyes connected with his and she saw that he meant her no harm.

Damn it. For the first time in Gabrielle’s life she felt guilt. Today was a day for many firsts. She opened her mouth to speak, but Kiros beat her to it. “Where is she?” he growled, his voice like gravel over glass. “I stayed away from you animals for a reason. Because of you bastards I learned to hate and run away from anything that reminded me of you, including myself. And now, you’re taken my Eve. Where is she?”

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There was so much anger and pain in his voice. He felt for the human. She was more than just a pawn in their game. She closed her eyes and turned away from him. She could no longer look at him. His eyes spoke volumes. If they were alone, she would be dead. She had kidnapped his mate in order to lure him to his death. And he was the same man who had fought for her life. “I don’t think she’s ready for that, Kiros,” Nikos said, smoothly, dissipating some of the sizzling tension that flowed through the room. “I don’t care. She will tell us what she knows.” Gabrielle glanced at Kiros before clearing her parched throat. It took her two attempts, but the words finally came out. “Yes. Yes, I will. I will tell you all I know.” “Start from the beginning,” Nikos said, “Tell us who gave you your assignment.”

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Chapter Fifteen The Path to Redemption

The aged coin danced along her fingers, moving from the thumb to the pinkie and back again. Two pairs of eyes watched its movements; one unseeing, the other missing nothing. With hooded eyes, Eve watched the Seer, waiting for the perfect moment to make her move. The moment the Seer’s cold grey eyes slipped closed, Eve took to her feet. Hours ago Rubio had removed the bindings around her arms and feet. Without the bindings Eve was quick enough to make her way across the dark room. The second her hands touched the cool metal doorknob, she felt a chill fall down her spine. “Nice try, love.” The cool, calm words slithered down her skin, chilling Eve to the bones. “You will receive the freedom you crave in nine months. As a matter of fact,” the Seer said, eyeing the young woman. “All I need is the body. The soul...” The Seer swiftly turned from Eve, lifted her hand and called for Rubio. Within moments Eve’s eyes become heavy with drowsiness. Rubio barely managed to catch her falling body.

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Rubio carefully placed Eve’s sleeping form on the long slab of stone the Seer pointed out. His movements were painstakingly slow. The Seer stood to his right, watching as he settled Eve’s limp body. She tapped her foot to a staccato rhythm against the earthen floor. She was restless. And nervous. She gave herself away when she pushed Rubio away from the grey stone table. “What the hell is taking you so long?” she bit off. “I may have waited centuries for this moment, but that doesn’t mean I want to wait another one hundred years to see it come to pass.” Rubio’s glower was just harsh enough to give the Seer pause. “What is wrong?” she asked curiously, seeking the source of his anger. She could feel it rolling off his body, coming in deep, sharp waves, but the reasoning, the source itself was unknown. “He’s waiting for me.” The Seer jumped at the menacing voice that seemed to echo through her hollow bones. Her eyes connected with Nikos’s menacing gaze for a second. The Seer stood frozen with fright for a moment before hastily throwing up a hand. Rubio’s body instantly flew across the room to land against the hard stone wall. “I should have seen that coming,” she muttered to herself before turning to Eve’s sleeping form. She had known she was taking a chance recruiting one of the werewolves to go after The Spawn. So she’d looked for one with little or no connection to the legendary Master of the Corridor. Rubio was supposed to hate The Corridor and all who associated with it, including The Master. She’d obviously been wrong. He was working for The Corridor the whole time. The realization slammed through her as she watched The Spawn, Nikos “Master of the Corridor, and Rubio make their way to her. She closed her eyes and focused. She could not afford any distractions. She needed to speak the ancient tongue to obtain the full power of the spell. She shut off all thoughts of the

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trio that ran across the long, empty room to reach her as she recited the words she had waited several lifetimes to say. She had betrayed the Guardians, used them and their positions to send assassins to capture The Spawn and the power that was his. When that didn’t work, she sent Controllers to cleanse the world of his abominable presence. Now that fate had given her a being that was going to be more powerful than The Spawn she had no intention of losing it. The Spawn’s child was going to be hers at all costs. “Son of a bitch,” Nikos growled, before shifting and leaping the last few yards to reach her. But the Seer knew even before he jumped, he would be too late. His large canine body slammed against the swirling vortex of ancient, deadly powers, dark powers. He could not penetrate the churning sphere. He was not strong enough.

Kiros stared, horrified, as the large white wolf fell to the ground, yelping in pain. Anger and fear surged through his body as his brain processed the sight. Nikos was the oldest, most powerful were that lived and he hadn’t been able to get through the dark barrier. Kiros’s haunted gaze lingered over Eve’s limp, supine body with aching tenderness. He and his touch had brought her to this place and now he was unable to save her. He took one measured step toward her, then another before stopping short. He was just a stone’s throw away from Nikos’s wolf form. The aged wolf got back on his feet and turned his head to Kiros.

“You must go to her. It is up to you now.” Kiros stared at the wolf in shock. From birth he had been able to read the minds of others, but he had never known of a were who could speak telepathically. He shook his head once before opening his mouth to speak. “If you can’t --”

“You can. She is your destiny. Even now she is carrying your child.”

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His head snapped back with the force of his shock. He was a mixed breed. Like a mule, he wasn’t supposed to be able to impregnate anyone. He was infertile, at least that was what he had been led to believe. Hell, for almost four hundred years he had been infertile.

“Remember the words I gave you centuries ago.” Kiros stared at the wolf for endless moments before thought registered. “Love, not lust, will always find a way,” he mumbled automatically. The words echoed through his mind as he passed the white wolf to stand before the spinning whirlpool of darkness. “Love, not lust, will always find a way,” Kiros murmured as he stepped through the swirling mass of dark, angry power. Kiros clenched his teeth as he felt the dark spirits that guarded the Seer attack his flesh. But he endured the pain, keeping his eyes on Eve’s levitating body. He could feel it in his soul: the Seer was close to accomplishing her goal; in a few more moments she would finish chanting her spell and Eve would be gone forever. Unless he stopped her. Kiros knew the moment the Seer felt his presence. She turned and stared at the white and grey wolves on the perimeter of the dark vortex before looking at him with wide, shocked grey eyes. She immediately doubled the speed of her speech. Building urgency rushed through Kiros’s veins. With a few more words the Seer would have finish the spell and there would be nothing he could do to save his mate. The moment he passed through the dark barrier he lunged at her. The Seer instinctively took a step back before throwing out one bony arm. Kiros stopped in his tracks a few feet from her, frozen to the ground. He gnashed his teeth as he strained against the hold. Kiros closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing the powers he had grown to hate surge through every one of his limbs. He tentatively took a step forward and felt her hold break. Within seconds he shifted form, bursting through the clothing he wore, a full grown snow white timber wolf.

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The Seer muttered an ancient curse before turning away from the laid out body to face the charging wolf. “You good for nothing worthless bastard. Why won’t you die?” she screamed. Her gnarled fingers clutched at the empty air, making a tight fist. Her grey watery eyes slanted to small, dull points of light as a cruel smile broke over her thin lips. Kiros barely managed to duck the fireball she threw at him as he charged her. She threw one after another, slowing him down, forcing him to anticipate her every move. “I sent the best of the Controllers after you,” she said as she threw a long bolt of lightning at him, “and still you live.” “I threw the best rogue were bounty hunters at you and still you live,” she said before lifting her hands and calling forth the powers of Mother Nature to rain down large, blinding blocks of hail. Kiros barely managed to keep his footing as he ran down the long path to the stone slab. “I had begun to despair, but then I received a vision. You see, you, Kiros, son of Tila, apparently weren’t meant to die. No, you were meant to live and breed with a human, of all beings, and produce the golden opportunity for me,” she screamed as she surrounded herself with a ring of fire. “And I will not be satisfied until I have that child.”

Too bad, Kiros sent telepathically before he jumped over the scorching ring of fire to land before the Seer. Her shrill scream of frustration was piercing to his sensitive ears. She took a cautious step back before growling out the words, “I hate you. I’ve always hated you. You’re a beast, a pure beast, and yet the Goddesses gifted you with the greatest gifts known.” The white wolf took a menacing step forward before growling. “I wish I had killed you when I killed those bastard parents of yours, but I never once thought you’d actually survive.”

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The wolf gave a keen howl of denial. Kiros could not believe his ears. All these years he had thought that the Guardians and the leaders of The Corridor had sent assassins after his parents for disobeying their unwritten rule. After over three hundred years of searching for the culprit, he found out the truth. Full of anger and pain, Kiros lunged at the Seer, taking her to the cold stone floor with the force of his large frame. He clamped his jaws around the tender flesh of her neck and felt his canine teeth pierce her skin, sink into her jugular, and snap the fragile bones. Within seconds she was dead. The swirling vortex froze without her energies to keep it up. Nikos, Gabrielle, and Rubio stood at the mouth of the long length of corridor and watched as Kiros padded over to Eve. He was tired from his battle with the Seer. And he was unwilling to wake his mate and hear what she had to say about being mated to a man that was no man at all, but half were and half fey. The ultimate Other.

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Chapter Sixteen A Thwarted Exodus

Nikos felt the tension in the room thicken. "I don't understand how it is that we are married?" Eve asked, confusion marking her face with fine lines of tension. “You two are not married, you are mated,” Nikos responded softly. Eve turned and looked at the man behind her with wide watery eyes. Nikos felt discomfort mark every inch of his body at the sight of her unshed tears. He did not want to be here witnessing this. “We’re mated,” Eve whispered. Kiros simply shrugged one large muscular shoulder, never once looking at her. Her body flinched in reaction. Eve immediately turned to him. “What is the difference?” she asked. “Humans marry,” he said, his anger, tension and disappointment laced his voice. Nikos gave Kiros a stern look but the young man avoided his eyes. “And?” she said, drawing out the word, emphasizing it with a lifted black eyebrow.

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Nikos looked at the young male behind Eve for some guidance, but Kiros avoided his eyes… again. His sigh of acceptance was audible. Kiros did not want to deal with his mate. Nikos could smell his fear. He waited for her rejection. “Animals mate,” Nikos finally said. “But... but we’re not animals. We’re humans. Aren’t we?” She turned and asked Kiros the question. “Answer me, damn it. Aren’t we?” “No and yes,” Kiros said after long tense moments. “You are human.” “And you are?” “A mixed breed.” “Mixed of what?” she said exasperated. Nikos could understand her lack of patience. Getting Kiros to talk was worse than pulling teeth. He got up and walked out of the room. During his lifetime, he’d seen too many hearts break, mostly his own. He had no desire to witness another’s heartache.

Eve knew Kiros wanted nothing to do with her, but the least he could do was pretend to care. “I’m half werewolf and half fey... fairy.” “What?” “I’m half --” “I heard you,” she muttered as she stared at her belly. “And...” she said, her eyes wide as she looked at Kiros. But when their eyes collided, Eve knew Kiros did not know the answer to her question. “And the child you carry will be a combination of both our genes,” Kiros responded after long moments. “It will be another Spawn,” he said softly.

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She had a good indication of what he meant by Spawn. Their child would be like him. Different. How different was too much to focus on right then, so she said the only thing that she had processed so far. “I’m pregnant and we’re mated.” “Animals mate. You’re not an animal.” Kiros’s words cut through Eve, slicing deeper than any blade. She heard what Kiros said and she heard the words he did not speak. He might consider himself an animal mated, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be mated to her. That didn’t mean he wanted her to be mated to him. He was seeking an out. And he had found it. Even though Eve was breaking down inside, she maintained an outward calm that she would later admire. She pulled herself together, buried the churning emotions inside her, and stood from the plush leather chair she sat upon. She was halfway across the living room when he spoke. “Where are you going?” he called after her. Eve never even turned around, although her heart begged her to turn and look at his beautiful face one last time. The face of the man she had fallen in love with during one long night. Eve didn’t let the first tear fall until the door slammed behind her. She grabbed the large suitcase she kept underneath her bed and unzipped it. She needed to get the hell out of her apartment as soon as possible. She couldn’t stay there. She glanced at the suitcase and saw the rumpled sheets it sat upon. The sheets she had shared with a man that wanted nothing to do with her. She could not spend the night there. “What are you doing?”

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Eve jumped at the sound of his voice. “What the hell do you care?” she said as she shoved clothes into the small suitcase sitting on the bed. “Where are you going?” Silence. Do not speak, do not speak, do not speak, she silently chanted to herself. “We’re mated. You are bound to me,” he growled out, his rich baritone a mixture of gravel and molasses. “I’m human remember. I’m not mated and I refuse to be anyone’s obligation,” she said flippantly before giving him a harsh smile. She then turned back to her packing with renewed urgency. Tension rode on the bottom of her spine. Eve could feel Kiros watching her packing. She felt her heart breaking as she shoved each piece of clothing into the black leather suitcase, but the truth was she needed to distance herself emotionally and physically from him. It had been little more than twenty four hours since she had met him and she already felt herself bound to him. “Will you be happy where you are going?” he asked softly. The simple statement thundered through the room. Her hand stopped above the suitcase, still clutching several shirts. Belatedly, she wondered if he could hear her heart beating frantically in her chest. “Will you?” he prodded. Eve had to swallow twice before the truth escaped her parched mouth. “No.”

At the sound of her voice, the beast in his soul growled with satisfaction. She didn’t want to leave. His large hands clenched at the sides of his body. He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t dare reach out. Not right now. Not with the way he felt.

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The beast in his soul wanted to throw her suitcase across the room and demand she look at him. The man in him needed to hear her say she wanted him. He needed to hear her say that it wasn’t hormones dictating their emotions. Kiros took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, drinking in the scent of his destined mate before speaking. “I’m not even going to ask you if you’re going to be happy if you stay.” “Why not? Don’t you care?” she asked as she opened her top drawer and removed several bras and panties. “No, I don’t,” he said. “I only care that you and I are mated.” She turned to him, mouth open in shock, arms limp, falling at her sides. The luxurious bras and panties were forgotten on the floor by her naked feet. The confusion was there in her deep brown eyes. Her gaze followed him as he crossed the room to reach her. He gave Eve a harsh smile when he noticed she watched as his long legged stride took up the space that separated them until he stood before her, six feet three inches of angry, bestial male. And he was a male who had no desire to lose his mate. He placed his finger under her chin so that she looked him in the eyes. Hard amethyst collided with soft brown. “Where did you think you were going?” Her brown eyes widened. He could see her brain working. Apparently her mind focused on a single word. Did. Eve wasn’t going anywhere. “You’re my mate. You go where I go. You do what I tell you to do. No more running,” he said, speaking to himself as well as Eve. There would be no more running from the emotions, the need that coursed between them. They were mated, joined together by destiny and something deeper: love. “You don’t want me,” Eve whispered against his lips before Kiros swooped down and claimed her lips in a hard kiss. His tongue slipped between her open lips to sweep and slide

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against the tantalizing flesh of her mouth, stimulating the sensitive tissues. Eve stood on her toes, and pressed her body against his. He immediately felt the desire spike as it ran through his veins. Her simple touch drove him wild with arousal. Kiros suddenly broke off the kiss, staring deep into Eve’s heavy lidded gaze. “No, I need you,” he said before capturing her lips in another hot, open mouthed, bruising kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her unique, tantalizing taste. She was honey, sweet, sticky and full of beguiling allure. She was his ambrosia. When Kiros was with her, he felt like a god. Eve clung to him, digging her nails into the hard muscles of his broad shoulders, as Kiros wrapped his long fingers around her wide hips and lifted her. She groaned against his lips before automatically wrapping her legs around his lean hips. “Hormones,” she mumbled against his nose before kissing the sharp tip. “Just hormones.” “No,” he said, “Hormones are just the physical response of how well we fit together. Do you remember how well we fit together, Eve?” He heard her breath hitch and catch in her throat. She was remembering just how well her tight pussy had gloved him hours ago. He could scent her arousal. It was building, thickening in her veins. “You’re made for me, love,” he said as he placed her on top of her laid out clothing. “But you don’t want a mate,” she muttered dejectedly. His long, callused fingers caressed the soft skin along her jaw. He could see the uncertainty in her large brown eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was the right man. She wasn’t sure if she was the right woman. “No, I don’t want a mate, but I know I want you.” “But only because of your hormones.” “Want to know a secret?” Kiros said. “Ever since I discovered prophylactics over two hundred years ago, I’ve used them with every woman, every woman except one.”

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“Me.” “Yes, you, Eve. Doesn’t that mean something?” “Should it?” she muttered unsure of what he wanted to hear. “Let me make this simple, sweetheart,” he said before pressing his lips against hers. His tongue plundered the deep recesses of her mouth, caressing, stroking, and teasing her into a response. She groaned into his mouth as she clutched at him. “You can run,” he growled against the tender flesh of her neck before nipping it, as he grasped two handfuls of the simple white blouse she wore. “But you can’t hide,” he said as he pulled, ripping the buttons off the fabric. He was a different man. Gone was the soft, sensual lover Eve had met in the dark room of Decadent Desserts Café. Kiros Karis was a primordial beast intent on conquering her. He wasn’t the same man he had been in the dessert shop. He had more to lose. Kiros felt the beast in his soul perk up and take notice of her small struggle. The animal inside of him liked the fight. It brought out his need for domination. She futilely tried to resist him. His sniffed and took a deep breath and scented Eve. His eyes narrowed as he felt her scent go through him like a drug. Eve’s feminine instinct was warring with the desire inside of her. Kiros’s cock grew harder, thicker, longer against the inside of his thigh. Despite Eve’s struggles, Kiros’s quick, strong hands had her undressed in moments. Naked and at his mercy, she stared up at him. “You won’t hurt me,” she said. He smiled down at her. Kiros wasn’t going to hurt her, but he was going to make her pay for walking away from him. Kiros settled himself between her splayed thighs and stroked the soft mound of her belly. “I hope she looks like you,” he whispered, his voice gruff with emotion as he lowered his head to capture her soft, full lips in a domineering kiss.

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Hunger instantly twisted through his body. He was on fire with the depth of desire the simple touch of lips against lips ignited within him. His large palms caressed the soft, naked mounds of her breast as Kiros deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into the sweet cavern of her mouth. Kiros lifted himself off Eve’s body just enough to capture the small fluttering hands that drifted up and down his chiseled chest. He held both hands above her head, pulling her body tight so that Eve was unable to do anything but accept his every teasing touch. Without warning, Kiros tilted her so that her neck was open to his hard, suckling kisses. Eve’s eyes drifted shut at the first touch of Kiros’s soft lips against the sensitive flesh of her neck. Suddenly Kiros nipped her softly before pulling the irritated flesh into his mouth and sucking hard. He pulled back to glance at her flesh. He had achieved his goal. He had marked her. She had a small red circle on her neck, testament that she belonged to someone. “I thought you were going to make me work for it,” he said. She was no longer fighting him. Still, his bestial nature felt the need to conquer her. “You won.” “And what did I win?” he asked, his voice taunting and deep. “Did I win this pussy?” he asked as his fingers dipped into the wet heat of her sex. Kiros was so close his moist breath drifted across her lips as he spoke. He felt the beat of her heart pick up pace at his words. He saw the sparks in her eyes brighten at his touch. One blunt finger flicked her engorged clitoris. “Say it, Eve,” he growled down at her before holding his finger against her clit. “Please,” she groaned. “Please what?” “Please me,” she whispered in a voice so soft and husky, he felt compelled to follow.

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“Your wish,” he said before lowering his head. He placed wet, hot, butterfly kisses against the soft mound of her belly before brushing his lips against the mound of her sex. With his thumbs he spread the slick lips of her pussy, opening her wide to his naked gaze. Before his very eyes her clitoris thickened, swelling further until it looked like it was about to burst. And he knew just what it needed. Kiros hardened his tongue and flicked the engorged head of her clitoris until she groaned his name. He then licked the wet length of her slit until the taste of her arousal was thick on his tongue. Kiros growled into her spread pussy, allowing the craving need to get as deep as possible into her creaming sex run free. “She tastes like heaven,” he thought before lifting her thighs, placing them on his shoulders, and spreading her wider for his questing tongue. He sucked at her sensitive skin with all the pent up hunger that had been raging in his body since their first kiss on the dance floor. Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Eve’s screams for mercy echoed through the pungent air. He smiled against her quivering flesh as satisfaction surged through his body. She was close, so close to coming, but he wanted to be there with her. He lifted his head until his gaze collided with hers. Her frustration was palpable, but he planned to make up for it. Kiros settled himself between her splayed thighs and with one hand he unbuttoned the pants he wore and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Eve’s pussy before sliding it up and against the moist, sensitive tissues of her labia, drenching himself in her arousal. Above his head, Kiros heard Eve’s breathing deepen and accelerate. Or maybe it was his own breathing that was rasping in and out of his lungs with mind numbing speed. After several endless tantalizing moments of torturing them both, he slid the long, hard length of his cock into her creaming pussy.

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She purred as he thrust into her, stretching her, sliding along the sensitive walls of her aching pussy. When he was fully seated, Eve drew in a soft gasp of air, before letting it out in a rush. “Good god,” she groaned. He sucked in a breath as he slid out of her soaking sheath. With a slight twist to his hips, he thrust back into her depths, hitting the upturned nubbin on the inside of her clenching cunt. Kiros stroked in and out of her, striking her clit every time, until the sounds of Eve’s moans spurred him on, begged him to move with deep, surging strokes. He ground his teeth against the pleasure found inside her tight cunt until he felt her climax around the burgeoning length of his cock. Kiros waited just long enough to stave off the orgasm riding the bottom of his spine before lifting and turning Eve so that she lay on her stomach. “What the hell?” she yelled, her voice full of confusion and irritation. “I want to mount my mate,” Kiros said, his voice a thick molasses of arousal. He took in the sight before him. Eve was on her knees, her thick thighs parted, the moist lips of her pussy exposed, and the upturned cheeks of her ass glistened with the slight sheen of both their efforts. “Mine,” he growled right before his wide palm connected with one milk chocolate ass cheek. Eve flinched and groaned in response. His smile of satisfaction was instant. Kiros spanked her once more just to see the other round ass cheek jiggle. He entered her with a long, shuddering sigh. He was home. The beast inside of him was content. Pulsing pleasure hummed through his veins as Kiros thrust himself into her exposed wet cleft. “Mine,” he thundered as he maneuvered past her clenching muscles of resistance. His pace was slow, delicious and torturous; he fully intended to enjoy the exquisite journey into Eve’s body.

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She felt so good. Her slick muscles, clutched at the long, hard length of his cock as he thrust into her, stroking the soft, sensitive tissues of her pussy. He could feel her frantically tightening around him, but he wasn’t ready to let her go over the edge. He slowed down his rhythm just enough to have her riding the waves of arousal without crashing onto the beach. “Oh god… you feel… good,” she moaned. Beneath him, Eve’s body quivered. As he stroked inside her, his body thrummed for release from the tantalizing sexual tension and desire twisting through him. The slow slide of slick skin against moist flesh heightened the fury of lust and the dark hunger coursing through his veins. Kiros bit his bottom lip, staved off the orgasm that rode his spine and savored the feelings swimming through his veins. “Please,” she groaned into the damp sheets. “Say it,” he growled into her ear as thrust into her, pressing against her button of pleasure. Eve turned to look at him. Her eyes connected with his and he knew that she understood what he was asking her to say. Her mind recognized his demand for the threat it was. Kiros wanted her bare and exposed with all her emotions and desires on display. “Say it,” he thundered as he thrust deeper into her clenching pussy. She turned away from him. “No,” she moaned, thrusting her hips back, matching his rhythm to gain her orgasm. “Say it,” Kiros whispered against her ear while his long fingers sought out the cherished nubbin at the apex of her cunt. His hands stilled between her thighs waiting for an answer. She shook her head no slowly. “You’re going to say it, admit it,” he growled as his fingers found the swollen head of her clit. He scraped his callused thumb over the fat nubbin and her body shuddered beneath his in reaction.

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“Don’t,” she bit out even as her body disobeyed her and tightened around his cock. She was so close to coming. She was so close to receiving the orgasm he was forcing upon her. He could make her come if he wanted to… He lightened the pleasure he placed on her clit before he said the words. “Say it, Eve. Just say it.” “I can’t,” she choked out before her body contracted around him. She groaned an indecipherable word when she climaxed. He watched her shudder and groan through the tightest orgasm he had ever felt. Before she had a chance to come down from her high, he was there again, fingering her engorging clitoris as his cock surged in and out of her creaming pussy. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but process and accept the pleasure streaking through every inch of her enflamed body. Kiros made sure that the only thing she thought about was him. He made sure that with every breath, she breathed him in. He wanted to make sure that her every waking moment was consumed by him. “Oh god,” she wailed. “Say it.” “I love you. I love you, Kiros,” she screamed as her body exploded. Her pussy muscles clenched around him before opening up and taking every thing he had to give. He thrust his head back and let forth a guttural howl as mind blowing pleasure hummed through every inch of his body. Kiros jerked above her as he ground the pad of his thumb against her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm so that her tight pussy milked every last drop of cum he had to give. “I love you too, Eve,” he whispered, winded and exhausted as he cradled her to his body, his heart and his soul.

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He had found the impossible: a woman who loved him despite what he was, a woman he could spend the rest of his life with, a woman he loved with all his heart. He had found the other half of his soul. He had found Eve.

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Epilogue The Coming Storm

The storm is coming. As I strode from Eve’s compound into the morning horizon, my battle scarred heart was filled with a combination of joy and heaviness. The grandson I had buried in my heart and mind lived and had found the woman who would complete him, his mate. And very soon I will be welcoming an addition to my family, a great-granddaughter. But the joy is tainted with the knowledge that Kiros and his family will continue to be a target, especially when the truth comes out that the child Eve carries is a destined female. In her womb she carries a child that will bring about the revolution. There are many that would kill to prevent such an occurrence. But I do not worry for Eve and her child. They have Kiros to protect them and I have never seen a were more in love with his mate. He would give his life before he let harm come their way. But they would not be together if not for their faith in love. I once again have to thank Mara for giving me the words that inspired him. I will always be in her debt.

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Much has changed tonight. Many questions have been answered, but many more have risen. Now I know the answer to the riddle Mara spoke centuries ago about the first woman who would mate with my descendant. I now know who plotted the death of my only son and his lover, Kiros’s mother. And thanks to the Firebender Gabrielle, I know the name of the Guardian who commissioned Kiros’s execution. The war is not over. The battle rages on, but now the lone Guardian has, with his actions, removed all the rules that once bound the Others to our sense of honor and humanity. Soon the streets will run with blood.

Sincerely Yours, Nikos The Master of the Corridor,

Tuesday Morrigan Tuesday began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche. You can learn more about Tuesday, including what's her latest project, at www.mochancreme.com, or by sending an email to her at [email protected].