She lowered down to the floor, turning her legs to sit somewhat ladylike in the extremely short shirt dress she still wore. God she had no bra on she remembered becoming suddenly aware of her appearance. What did her hair look like? She felt battered, that’s for sure. Every muscle screaming from all the near death. “I’m good with Math,” she offered. “I can maybe help with the books?” “I hate Math!” Reginald said thrilled. “You lie,” Bones bit back. “You goddamn love it.” “I do not love it,” Reginald said, aiming a smile at her. “He thinks I do … Continue reading
“I don’t…” Bones’ growl trailed off as he angled his head, seeming to think. “I didn’t have a dad,” Bones muttered impatiently, drawing a knee slowly up. “I had a… fucking step dad.” A moment of silence passed before his brows drew together hard. “Bones? Why do you think I was stolen from you? Who stole me, what happened?” Winter’s heart ached at seeing Reginald confused and worried. “Maybe…” she began quietly, drawing Reginald’s gaze. “Maybe you’re forgetting too?” It hit her then. What if Reginald was the real person here, and not Bones? Their eyes cleared with an innocent … Continue reading
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“She’s one of the… Mistresses of Fertility.” Chaos searched her mind for the odd term. “You don’t know of it,” she whispered, like it was another confession she’d been holding in. “It’s a private sect of the order for…” her words went tight again before she finished on a heated whisper, “…providing disciples for the flock to win more souls.” The agony in her tone made Chaos’s stomach clench as she fought to connect this with Solomon.
She slipped her small body between him and the door, wrapping her arms around him. The softness of her breasts pressed into his chest and the need to run and hide, to bury himself in another time multiplied through his blood at lightening speed. The fire it created burned through his skin and right into hers igniting imminent escape between them. They clawed at one another’s clothes, tearing off the barriers blocking their way to freedom. The only way out was inside. Inside the sweat and cries of passion, inside the searing heat that would devour his cock with a … Continue reading