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very genuine. “Thanks. And who knows if they hired the assassins. Hopefully Maxim will find out if and when he locates the Master. In the meantime, be on your guard.” His arm tightens around me as he pulls me to his chest. “And protect your mates.”
“Yes.” Xelias dips his head, his expression hardening into shards of ice. “That is our main focus. Until the next update, brothers.”
Each of the holograms disappears. As soon as the call ends, I rotate on Castien’s lap.
“Whoa. Talk about information overload, am I right?”
He rubs my stomach, a look of utter contentment on his face. “I shall explain everything later.” His contentment quickly vanishes, however, and is replaced by a deeply etched frown. “I cannot believe I punished you while you have been carrying my child.”
My cheeks flaming, I shake my head. “It’s fine. I kinda liked it.”
It was so hot when Castien draped me over his knee and spanked me. And the way he fucked me afterward? Yeah, that still has me clenching.
“You liked it?” Castien echoes, his lips twitching. I nod, and he taps his lip in thought. “Perhaps I should’ve spanked you harder.”
I swat his chest playfully. “It might’ve turned me on, but I’d rather not be punished all the time, thank you very much.”
“No, you’re too much of a good girl for that. My good girl.” He tucks my hair behind my ear and grins at me. “I shall only spank you when you hurt yourself or threaten to leave me.” Gently pressing my stomach, he says, “But enough of that. It is time to celebrate.”
“How do Darkbloods celebrate?” I ask.
His expression doesn’t falter when he says, “They party for seven days and fuck every night until the sun rises.”
My breath catches in my throat. “A-all righty then. How about we get the party started?”
He chuckles and rises from his chair, snaking an arm around my waist.
“Castien?”
He looks down at me, and I swear there’s so much love in his gaze that it nearly brings me to tears. “Yes, demoria?”
“Thank you for being my dark knight and saving me, in more ways than one.”
After kissing me until I’m breathless, he pulls back and smiles. “You will always be my damsel. However, now you’re just a deadly one.”
I shrug, a grin spreading across my lips. “The mate of a Darkblood is never weak.”
“Unless it’s after sex.”
My laughter carries down the hall as he swings me up into his arms, taking me to the first of many happily-ever-afters.
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Tempest
Chapter 1 - Zoey
I’m naked and afraid.
Not like the TV show, like for real and it’s fucking scary.
I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my erratic breathing and heart rate, but it doesn’t work. If anything, I’m getting closer to hyperventilating.
“Damn it to hell,” I grumble, pressing my palms to the clear dome above me.
My pod, the tiny home I’ve been cryogenically asleep in for who knows how long, is stationed amidst a jungle. Apparently this is my destination, but I kind of pictured the Torag sending me to somewhere that was more...space-like? Not that I wanted to be abducted and sold in the first place by the aliens, but the ordeal didn’t stop it from happening, and now that I’m here—wherever the hell that is—I find myself curious despite my terror.
I shove that feeling aside. Curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction did not bring it back. It brings death and trouble, nothing else.
Much to my surprise, the lid moves once I push it, and there’s a suction noise that follows as the air from inside seeps out. I’m eager to get out of this contraption because it’s confining and the unknown doesn’t sit well with me. I’m no Snow White. Not only am I naked and my hair is auburn instead of black, but I’m not just going to sit in a glass case and wait for Prince Charming to come and rescue me.
Not even if he’s a hot alien.
I sit up once the dome is completely erect and peer around, keeping my ears tuned to any abnormal sound that’s not…well, jungle-like.
When nothing jumps from behind the nearby trees or slithers down the long vines, I ease into a standing position, not quite ready to leave the safety of my pod just yet. Whether it’s seconds or minutes, the time that passes feels like hours as I wait for something to happen or for someone to show up.