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Demon: Chapter Forty Two by Nephy Hart
I think to tell him he is wrong, that our bonding is complete save for the ritual to be performed by my father, then I realize I am the one who is wrong. We no longer need the ritual.
Breathing deeply, drawing in his scent that I can smell even here. I hold him to me, his back against my front. His head is fallen back on my shoulder and his beautiful eyes, filled with love and fire gaze at me with an expression that is so open it makes me want to cry. I know that he is wholly mine; that I might do anything to him now, to the point of killing him, and he would let me. I know this for sure, because I am his, and even should he drive a dagger through my heart I would bless him with my dying breath.
Buy One, Get Two and Three: Chapter 43 by Carol Pedroso
Toby ran ahead of the others and ignored Carlos’ call that they should all stick together. He cleared room after room until he heard faint voices.
He found the door and wasted no time in kicking it open. He took bare moments to take in the situation.
Daniel was tied to what looked like some sort of metal medical bed. His hands and feet were chained and he look pissed.
He took aim at the jerk that held a whip ready over his brother.
“Drop it and maybe you’ll live,” he snarled at the stranger.
I squared my shoulders and crossed my arms. Ritch stood beside the door with his door open. Christian slammed his door as he got out. We were at the edge of the clan property, sort of a neutral zone. It still grated on me to have so many outsiders in our territory. The sooner we got going the better.
We had representatives of six different clans. A wolf, bear, horse, panther, a buffalo, and a gator. The buffalo and horse clans weren’t predators, but they were both strong and capable in defense. Not prey. Still…
Moving Forward #69 (17.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The reception at Milly’s had been all kinds of fun. The food was delicious, the beer was cold, as was the champagne with which everyone toasted the new couple. Marshall couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate the best day of his life. And he couldn’t thank Roy enough for making it happen.
Afternoon had passed into evening before they knew it. They thanked everyone who’d come, received their heartfelt congratulations, and everyone returned home. Walking into the house, Marshall noticed their suitcases still sat in the bedroom, right where they’d left them. There’d been no time to unpack when they arrived; Roy had whisked them off too quickly. Marshall reached for his, intending to deal with it before it got too late, but Lee stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“You know what? Those can wait until tomorrow,” Lee said. “We have more important business to take care of.”
The Waterlord Prequel: Part 8 by Ravon Silvius
When Tom woke up once more, he had no sense of what time it was. His mouth tasted terrible because of what the doctor had given him, and he quickly remembered that he was supposed to leave once he awoke.
He crawled out of bed quickly, not feeling the same weakness from before. The shelves and glass were all cleaned, all traces of the tank removed. Tom felt a pang of sympathy for the doctor for destroying it, but it was not as if he had meant to. It had just kind of…happened.