by Lia Davis
Coven’s End: Jillian
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Contents
Prologue
1. Jillian
2. Jillian
3. Jillian
4. Kane
5. Kane
6. Jillian
7. Kane
Epilogue
Coven’s End
Academy’s Rise
About Lia Davis
Also by Lia Davis and L.A. Boruff
About L.A. Boruff
Also By L.A. Boruff
Prologue
"It’s done. We’re exposed." Trinity slammed the door to a run-down shack of a cabin and glared at Emerson Jenson.
The Fates had a twisted way of entertaining themselves by giving Trinity a lycan as a true mate. It was impossible to stay away from the wolf, though she wanted to hate him. But that was the power of a fated mate. No matter how much she fought it, the aching need to claim him rode her hard.
Emerson locked gazes with her and pursed his lips. "You fucked up, didn’t you? I knew you would."
It was just like him to push the blame to her. "We had to act." Trinity walked into the room, looking around at the filth distastefully. "This place is a shithole."
"Well, do you have a better place for us to hide?" Emerson stood and walked slowly toward Trinity. His features darkened, but she smelled his desire just as she knew he scented hers.
His lips twitched and he growled. "You too good for a cabin in the woods, princess?"
"Stay away from me, dog," she hissed, backing up. "This is entirely your fault. It was your idea to blow up that bitch’s house. She survived, you know. Your plan was bullshit."
He kept his voice low as he prowled closer. "If it was bullshit, it was because of your insistence that we use humans."
Her heart raced as he moved. She hated him to the core of her being but couldn’t stop the excitement coursing through her veins. That wasn’t entirely true. She hated what he was. A lycan. Same as the beast who’d murdered her parents.
Emerson put his hand on his dick through his jeans, causing Trinity’s breathing to quicken. "You slut. As long as you can have my cock inside you, you don’t care what happens to us, do you?"
She bristled at the slut comment, her brain rejecting the word even as it made her panties dampen. "I should remove your head from your body and save us this ridiculous situation."
He burst out laughing and let go of himself. "Bitch, there’s nowhere in this world either one of us can go now. You need me so you’re not totally alone." Emerson turned and left the room, leaving Trinity standing at the cabin door, turned on and angry.
Again.
"Fuck you, Emerson." Her voice was steel. She’d never been so pissed in her life. Not at Kane, not at any lycan. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed to stay where she stood. "You know damn well why I don’t kill you, and it’s got nothing to do with being afraid of being alone."
She was afraid of the pain. They said the torture of losing a fated mate was unlike no other and usually drove perfectly rational vampires and lycans mad.
"You’re scared," he said softly from the kitchen. Liquid heat flowed through her veins like lava. She wished the kind tone in his voice was real. But Emerson had lost all of his kindness years ago. All that was left was cynicism and greed.
"You’re not?" Trinity arched one eyebrow, challenging him.
He smiled when she sassed him. He’d always been a man to go after a challenge, and she aimed to be the greatest challenge of his life. "I’m not afraid. I just enjoy your pussy and don’t want to give it up just yet."
Trinity was sure he wasn’t kidding. Not much scared him, not since he’d almost died. She’d learned all about his hatred of vampires, more than the average lycan. A vampire had injured him, causing random and involuntary nerve pain and twitching. An attack could hit him at any time, making him unfit to fight.
The injury made him unfit to be alpha. His carefully laid plans of challenging the High Alpha had been ruined. She’d heard about it since they’d met. Her refusal to tell him the name of the vampire that had injured him drove him mad.
He took it out on her in bed, which gave her the most amazing orgasms. So, she still refused to tell him. She wasn’t even certain if she knew for sure.
"You can forget having my pussy," she said, the threat empty. The day she could refuse him would be the day she could walk away from him for good. And it wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon, if ever.
He was in the kitchen area of the one-room cabin, as far away from her as he could get within the four walls. If she hadn’t been a vampire, she wouldn’t have seen him coming. He moved so fast the words were barely out of her mouth before he was on her.
Trinity braced herself and pushed him back, not willing to give him what he wanted without a fight. He snarled and advanced again, slower this time. She crouched, eyes flicking across his body, reading his body language to see the move he’d make first.
He feinted left, and she pretended to fall for it. As much as she wanted to rip his throat out, she also wanted the same thing he did. A fast fuck and hard orgasm. She let him catch her and bristled when he snarled his victory.
Emerson twisted her arm behind her back, his other hand going to her pants as he twirled her.
Trinity pushed her butt into his hard dick to get his attention. "Don’t rip them this time. It’ll be too risky to go for replacements."
She was surprised when he listened. He enjoyed ripping her clothes off at every opportunity. He unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down, taking her underwear with them.
Gasping, she jerked her hands forward as Emerson released her pinned arm so he could grab her hair and push her until she braced herself on the front door.
He shoved his cock inside her without preparing her at all. Emerson had been blessed with an almost comically large penis, and he relished giving her as much pain as pleasure with it.
Trinity enjoyed receiving it. The burn made her hotter, and she soon had him covered in her juices.
"Do you like that, mate?" Emerson whispered in her ear. He pulled on her hair so she had to twist her neck awkwardly to keep the angle right for him to continue thrusting into her pussy.
"I hate you." Her words came out choppy as she spoke through the orgasm already hitting her. With flaming cheeks, she berated herself for her inability to stay away from the man and what he did to her body.
Emerson tired of that position, and grabbed her arms again, lift
ing her with one arm around her stomach. Trinity wasn’t a small woman, but Emerson was incredibly strong, even for a lycan. His cock pushed deeper inside her even as he walked to the bed in the corner.
The fact that he could throw her around like a rag doll—most of the time she let him, sometimes he did it anyway—always made her hornier and more desperate, and the motherfucker knew it.
He tossed her onto the bed on her hands and knees and grabbed her hips. Standing gave him the ability to go much deeper. He was too big for any woman to take completely, but with Trinity, she wanted all the pain he could give her. She cried out as he slammed into her cervix. She knew it would heal within seconds, and she craved the punishing orgasms only Emerson could give her.
She came twice more there before he was ready to move again. He shoved her, and she fell onto her side on the bed, then scooted up toward the head as he climbed up.
Not content with simple missionary, Emerson put her legs on his shoulders and drove into her again.
This was Trinity’s favorite position. Emerson flexed his hips and drove in so deep Trinity screamed out her pleasure-pain. He smiled down at her. "Take it, bitch. This is what keeps you with me." Without warning, he pulled out and grabbed Trinity’s head.
She opened her lips, knowing what he wanted and ready to take it. He guided his dick into her open mouth with one hand and pulled her hair into his other fist, knotting his fingers through it so he could make her choke.
He always choked her. She took him as far as she could, then tried to relax her throat muscles so he could slide down, but he was just too big, and gave her no chance to acclimate.
Emerson’s thrusts took him farther and farther down Trinity’s throat, until she had to hold her breath or gag.
With the hand that had been on his cock, he reached down and shoved his fingers inside her, looking for the spot that would take her into another orgasm while he fucked her mouth.
She breathed around him, the pleasure at her core helping her take all of his massive cock. He hit her spot hard with his fingers. "You’ll come again before I do. Come now," he demanded.
She did. Her moan around his cock was what he needed to fill her throat with his salty liquid, which she swallowed as he thrust out his orgasm.
Even still, he made sure she finished hers. As much as they wanted to kill each other, as much as she hated him, he gave her more pleasure than she’d ever had. He was a considerate sociopath in that way.
When they’d cleaned up and dressed, they were able to sit at the small kitchen table and talk without feeling the need to rip each other’s clothes off—or body parts.
"The Red Night didn’t work." Emerson lit a cigarette, blowing smoke into the air. Trinity watched it drift and thought idly about ripping it from his fingers and burning him with it. "It’s time to cull the herd."
"I think you’re right."
"Of course I’m right. I wanted to do this from the get-go." Emerson laughed and blew his smoke in her face.
"Don’t be a dick. We have to work together, don’t we?"
He scowled. "I guess we don't have much of a choice."
"I think we have to take out Kane and Jillian."
Emerson’s grin would’ve scared anyone else. It only spurred Trinity on. "That sounds perfect."
1
Jillian
Quin nearly fell over as I shoved my shoulder into his arm. How dare he say that the pack would expect babies? I scanned the crowd in the pack hall before my gaze landed on Dad. Why did he have to mention grandbabies? Ugh. We were there to announce my ascension and his pending retirement. Dad would still be a huge support unit for me and my mates until Trinity and Emerson were taken out.
I nudged Quin again and kept my voice low so only Quin heard me. "I’m not getting pregnant right now."
He snorted softly. "I know that. But the pack wants what the pack wants."
I rolled my eyes and gave my attention back to Kane and my father. Dad continued his speech. "The council will be governed by Kane and Voss, with the full support of your new High Alpha, my daughter Jillian."
Smiling, I stepped beside him. The crowd was mixed, most of the lycans cheering me. Most of the vampires were complacent or scowling. Maybe it would take more work than I thought.
"Thank you," I said loudly, projecting my voice. "We’ll have growing pains, of course."
I stepped closer to Kane as my father slid out of the limelight and returned to his seat beside Sissy. "Not everyone will be on board. But one thing you need to realize is that we are not asking everyone to do what Kane and I are doing. Lycans, nobody’s asking you to mate with a vampire." I smiled and kept my tone teasing, and many in the crowd chuckled. "We just ask that in an age where humans are entering the picture, we work together instead of warring against each other." Many heads nodded, many shook. Ugh. "The lycans will still be lycans. We won’t be giving up our heritage, our traditions."
Kane took my hand, and twined our fingers together. "And the same for the vampires. Nobody will be asking you to change. Just work together to keep our species secret and safe. Progress is necessary. We must say goodbye to the time of the Coven and the time of the Pack."
We’d planned this part. Quin joined me on my other side, taking my hand, and Voss, the taller of the two, stood behind us with his arm on my shoulder as I delivered the last line. "We welcome the time of the Collective."
The room erupted again, and we left them to their cheers and grumbles. They needed time to vent their emotions. We’d counted on it, which was why the we had guards from both races positioned around the room.
We turned, and Dad and Sissy stood. Dad shook my mates’ hands and Sissy hugged me. "I’ve always thought of you as my own. Now it’ll be official."
If there was anyone alive I could get behind being with my dad, it was Sissy. I hugged her tight. "Love you, Sis."
"Love you back." I had to fight tears. She was as close to a mom as I had. She was exactly what my father needed.
The crowd calmed, so we stepped forward again. Kane delivered our next piece of news. "There was a home attacked by the Red Night. The family of the coven members killed in the home want nothing to do with the location and offered it to us. We’ve had a shaman come in to cleanse the site, and he assures us all spirits have moved on and are at peace and all emotional imprints are cleared out so Jillian can’t pick up on the events that happened in the home. Although, none of us will never forget. Anyway, the house is large, secure, and perfect to be our home base. There are other buildings on the property where we can host traveling Collective members, have room for training facilities, and there’s plenty of room to expand and build on."
Many nods answered him. I stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kane. "We will use security from the current enforcers from both the coven and pack, creating a Collective Police Force."
The fighters of both sides would have the hardest time accepting that they would have work side by side with their enemies. That was something they would need to suck up and deal with, or they could leave. I wasn’t going to put up with any of the enforcers disrespecting one another.
There were a few grumbles, but it went over fairly well. And by fairly well, I meant no one looked like they wanted to kill someone.
"I know you have questions. I ask that you give us time to deal with Trinity and Emerson before everything becomes official." Kane smiled at the crowd. He was enigmatic, even some of the unhappy-looking lycans seemed to soften toward him as he spoke. "Hold your questions. Write them down. We will reconvene in a week. Everyone have a nice evening."
We’d held the meeting an hour after nightfall to give both groups the opportunity to attend, and we’d been pleased with the turnout.
"Well, now our work begins." I scrubbed my hands across my face. Finding Trinity and Emerson, moving to a new house, including all our trainees, was a huge undertaking. Lifting my gaze, I met my dad’s stare. "Dad, you’re not going anywhere yet, or stepping down."
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He gave a short nod. "I hadn’t planned on going anywhere until after the traitors are dealt with. The transition of power is important to start now while there is a threat on both races. It gives our people hope and it shows them we’re handling it."
Dad and Sissy moved to the entrance of the Pack Hall and my guys and me followed. I had a hunch about the reasons Dad suddenly decided to step down. "Yeah, it’s not only a transition of High Alpha but a change from the old ways to new traditions."
Dad nodded. "I thought we’d do the official ceremony once you’ve moved. For all decisions, you’re in charge, but I would still be the High Alpha in hierarchy until then. It’s a sensitive time, and you’ll want a few days to just absorb your new powers and abilities."
"Is it really going to be that drastic?" Kane asked, glancing at me with his brow drawn.
"Son, it’s unlike anything you could imagine. You’ve been at your full power all your life. Jillian grew and trained into what she has now. But what she’ll get is stronger than any one vampire, especially for the first couple of decades. It wanes slightly as we age, but not much. I’ve let myself grow fat and complacent!" He patted his washboard stomach and laughed. Sure, he might’ve slacked off the daily training regimen, but I’d still put my bets on him in any fight.
"Is it painful?" Pain didn’t scare me. If it was painful, I’d embrace it and work through it.
"Not physically. The emotional and mental drain is almost too much, though." He laughed. "I hope to be around when you go through it, actually. It’s pretty funny to watch."
"Dad!" I slapped his arm. "You’ll be laughing at my turmoil."
He laughed harder and rubbed his arm. "I sure will. My parents laughed at mine, knowing it was temporary, and worth it once I discovered how much I’d love the feeling of being the High Alpha. And I’ll do the same to you, as you will to your child one day."
