by Jacey Ward
The vampire, looking over at Kalen, said, “A beautifully effective solution.”
A moment later, Rowan was in the same position, unable to move or even breath as her body crumpled over itself. For her too, the injury was not lethal, but a body couldn’t heal from such a grievous assault without time.
“That was for Arya and Jasmine,” Circe said, glancing over at Evander and giving him a high-five. She glanced at Kalen.
“How come this never happens in the movies?” she demanded, scowling at the red streaks of blood that were on her hands from when she had fallen during transformation the second time.
The trolls continued to cower in the shadows as Kalen rose, his eyes flashing in ire.
“Explain yourselves,” he demanded of them.
“He forced us, my lord!” one fearful soul sobbed. “He threatened us!”
“It’s true, sire!” another one chanted and the murmur of agreement filled his ears. Kalen didn’t want to hear it but as he turned, ready to administer his wrath upon them, his eyes fell on Circe’s face.
“Hear them out, Kalen,” she murmured softly so as to not be overheard by the gollums. “I was quick to jump to conclusions too and look where that landed me.”
He stared at her intently, trying to determine if that meant she had forgiven him. He nodded slowly and extended his arm toward her, the need to feel her skin on his again superseding the desire to banish all the trolls to purgatory.
Eagerly, she slipped toward him, sliding her hand into his and Kalen suddenly felt as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders.
He had everything he needed right in that spot. For once in his immortal life, he felt that he was right where he was supposed to be.
“Bind them and keep them until Dante arrives,” he told the troll that had been brave enough to speak first. “If you succeed in this, I may consider bringing you back to the Old World with me.”
They did not need a second instruction and jumped to attention, swarming the fallen demon and high priestess like locusts.
He turned his attention back to Circe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evander drift away, leaving them to speak in private.
“What about me?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him with wide, glowing eyes.
“What about you?”
“Are you going to bring me back to the Old World with you?”
A smile toyed on Kalen’s lips.
“You are free to go anywhere you want,” he replied gruffly, feeling her breath on his face as she inched nearer.
“Am I? And will you allow me to stay with you?”
Kalen lifted her chin gently with his finger and stared intently at her, trying to read her very soul.
“Do you want to stay with me, now that you know who I am?” he muttered. “Because you seemed pretty determined to get away from me before.”
“I jumped the gun,” she answered sincerely. “I acted rashly and there wasn’t a minute that I was in Milan that I didn’t wish I was here with you.”
“Oh shit, Milan!” Kalen groaned. “You have to get back.”
“No,” she said softly. “I don’t. I’m exactly where I need to be.”
There was no denying the sincerity in her eyes but it was the deep kiss that sealed the truth for him.
“Come with me,” she murmured, leading him away from the swarm of trolls. “I can’t do what I want to do with this audience.”
Heat flowed through him and he let her guide him around a corner.
A lone subway car sat on a set of abandoned tracks and Circe grabbed him, her palms flat against his buttocks as they moved backward.
“I always wanted to fuck on the subway,” she confessed and her words brought all the heat to his loins at once.
“Huh. I never knew I did too until this moment,” he replied, grabbing her neck and pressing his mouth to hers.
They twirled onto the rusty car, the emotion they had been holding onto ready to bubble over. Kalen’s body fell onto a seat and Circe straddled him, pulling his lips up to meet hers in a passionate, bruising kiss. He gently nipped at her lower lip, and licked into her mouth as it opened, their tongues tangling as they swallowed each other heated moans.
She pushed her firm breasts together in front of his face, daring him to worship them – worship her as her core burned into his throbbing, erect cock.
Kalen’s tongue lashed out, bathing the bare skin of her cleavage, pulling her in closer as a small sigh escaped her lips.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” he breathed, kissing the prickled skin at her nipple. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered, her hands undoing the buttons of his trousers, freeing his cock as her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. “I’m sorry I was such a fool.”
“Shh,” he instructed, biting back a moan as the Valkyrie’s hand expertly worked his cock, precum leaking from his tip. He popped his lips off her breast to stare up into her eyes. “I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I knew you were going to learn the truth eventually.”
He felt the slick heat of her opening and as she lowered herself onto him, they moaned in unison.
“I feel like I haven’t been inside you in eons.”
Circe sexily bit her lip, as she ground harder against his member, signifying her agreement.
In sync, their movements quickened and soon, Circe’s breaths were escaping in short, jagged puffs.
“Fuck!” she cried, her voice echoing through the tunnel. “Fuck me harder Kalen, I’m going to come!”
“Come,” he commanded, driving himself higher inside her tight, flexed walls as his thumb drew circles around her swollen clit. She tightened around him, making him hotter than he could ever remember being, her nipples smacking his face as his movements grew harder. He bent forward to take one of the swollen buds between his teeth, gently biting before lavishing with his tongue. He continued his ministrations on her breasts as his thumb quickened its massage on her clit.
She threw her head back, and let out a cry of pleasure as she moaned and stilled, her face contorted with spasms of ecstasy. He was smothered in a wave of her nectar, soaking his already smouldering cock further.
His fingers spread her cheeks, the tips toying with her back entrance and as he bucked into her, he exploded, pushing one soaked finger inside her ass, followed by a second.
Circe cried out again, her saffron eyes filling with aroused pleasure as he penetrated both of her entrances, filling her completely.
“Holy gods!” she groaned, feeling Kalen shudder beneath her as his orgasm consumed his body and spilled into hers.
“How could I have walked away from this?” she sighed, lowering her head to softly kiss his lips as he slowly regained himself, and she came down from the high of the intense orgasm she had just experienced.
“We’ll have a long talk,” Kalen promised. “After Dante deals with Uvall. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. If you decide you still want to stay after that – “
“I have already decided I want to stay,” she interrupted. “But, yes, we will talk.”
They stared at one another silently, still entwined and Kalen didn’t want to move.
Is this a dream or is this happening?
“If this is a dream, I hope it’s not recurring.”
They whipped their heads around to see Dante standing at the entranceway, shaking his head.
“Dante!” Circe gasped. “What are you doing in New York?!”
She leapt off Kalen and he scowled slightly at the sudden loss of euphoria. He forced himself to remain quiet. After all, there were many lifetimes to catch up with Circe, now that they had been reunited and had no more secrets between them.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Dante chuckled. “But I got a lead that you two had tracked Uvall here. I was coming to help, but…it looks like you were already at the celebratory stage of this battle. I’m taking Uvall
and Rowan, unless you have any plans for them?” He looked pointedly at Kalen.
“What are you going to do with them?” Circe interrupted, straightening her clothes. “Purgatory?”
“That was my intention,” Dante agreed. “Any other suggestions?”
Circe and Kalen exchanged a look, slow smiles growing on their faces. They were both thinking the same thing.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Kalen replied. “I have a much better idea.”
Epilogue
Six Months Later…
Circe hurried into the living room and snatched the remote control from the glass table, abruptly changing the channel.
“Hey!” Kalen complained. “I was watching that!”
“My press release is coming up!” Circe told him, tossing him a grin.
“Well, why don’t you come sit right here and we can watch together,” he leered playfully at her as he patted his lap.
She laughed at his antics, and plopped down on the sofa – beside him, curling her legs beneath her buttocks. But at his look of mock outrage, she dropped her head on his shoulder and smoothed her hand over his chiseled stomach, slowly moving it downward, tantalizing his cock and driving him insane with lust. It was always the same with this woman. All she had to do was look sideways at him and he was ready to take her.
Hard.
He wrapped his arms around her, thanking the gods again, as he did several times each day, that he had spied her as she walked out of the theatre that fateful night.
“It’s going to be amazing,” he told her and she smiled at his encouragement.
The past months had been a whirlwind of activity. She had uprooted her Seattle condo and moved to Switzerland to live with Kalen, much to the shock of Arya.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” her best friend had asked. “Maybe you should take it a bit slower and see what happens.”
“Do you wish you had taken so long to be with Dante?” Circe asked softly and Arya begrudgingly admitted that she was right.
There was no doubt in Circe’s mind that Kalen was her fated mate. She had been around long enough to know that an opportunity to find the connection they shared was not about to knock a second time.
It had taken some time to get used to the trolls rolling about the remote estate, but for the most part, they remained underground in their own lair, away from direct sunlight and minding their own business. They were quick to help, and only seemed to want to please her.
Over time, Circe just thought they were cute – like overgrown and mischievous, but eager little puppies. They weren’t overly bright but she found them endearing.
“Here! It’s on!” she choked, as if Kalen could not see her face on the television for himself.
“Turn it up,” he instructed and she did.
“Hello and thank you all for coming,” she said to the cameras as a series of flashes illuminated her face.
“Some of you may know me as Circe Lancaster, runway supermodel, but I’m here today to tell you about a side of me most do not know.
Before I begin my story, I would like to say that, while I was brought to this point through the blackmail of my former agent, Analeigh Bowman, who knew this secret and thought it amusing to hold over me, her actions have encouraged me to do something good with the bad decisions I made when I was very young.”
She paused dramatically, knowing that tension in the room was building. No reporter had ever been able to find out anything about her past, so they were all waiting breathlessly to hear what she would say. Of course, she hadn’t really been much younger in her story, but they wouldn’t know that. They would assume that she had been a troubled teen.
“I used to be a stripper.”
There was a low murmur from the reporters as Circe on screen held up her hand.
“It was not a high point of my life and while I can justify it a million different ways, the truth was, I was a starving girl from South Park who wanted to do better for myself. And I did. Yes, I kept that part of my life secret but that’s because I felt like I made the best out of a very bad situation, and I used the money I made to get me out of there. I am an Ambassador for the Girl Guides of America because I believe that no little girl should grow up alone and scared like I was. I have given thousands of dollars to charities, and donated countless hours working with runaway youths. I always thought I could do better for our children than what was done for me.”
“Miss Lancaster – “
Circe held up her hand.
“I promise, I will take questions after,” she said.
Circe glanced nervously at Kalen on the sofa and his face was locked down with fury.
“Are you okay?” she asked and Kalen shook his head.
“That woman is a wretched bitch. I still want to kill her for you. It would be so much more satisfying. She deserves so much more,” he growled.
Circe squeezed his arm, loving him more than she ever had. “I know you want to kill her for me, but please, let me do this my way. It will make me so happy.”
She turned her smiling eyes up to his and he couldn’t deny her. He feared he’d never be able to deny her anything. He was so screwed.
“…terror at the hands of our agent. She inflicted a great deal of pain on hundreds of models throughout her thirty years and I knew that she needed to be stopped. That is why I am pleased to announce the beginning of the Circe Lancaster Agency. I will be representing any of Analeigh’s clients, free of charge for one year at which point, we will renegotiate our contract for no more than a five percent fee. I will pay your legal fees to break out of any standing contract you have with Ms. Bowman.”
The din was thunderous as the media understood what she was doing, but Circe was not finished.
“And one quarter of my profits as an agent will go directly back into helping abused women through various shelters. I don’t think I need to explain that I have many contacts in the business and I am happy to share the expansive knowledge I have with the women who have worked hard to get where they are today. You may contact me through my website at circelancaster.com. The emails will go directly to me and I will be in contact with you. Questions?”
“Do you have any idea how much money I would spend to see Analeigh Bowman’s face right now?” Kalen asked, finally cracking a satisfied smile. “She must be shitting bricks.”
“I hope so,” Circe replied but her words were cut off by the ringing of her cell phone.
“Well, that didn’t take long, did it?”
Circe smiled, noting the number of emails climbing as she looked at her phone.
“No, it didn’t.”
Kalen leaned forward and cupped her face between his palms.
“I’m so proud of you, Circe. I know this took a lot of guts to do.”
She touched her lips to his.
“I don’t say it enough but I’m proud of you too, Kalen. You’ve managed to tame the unruliest Deviants and create a wildly successful business empire. Not just anyone could do that. I have so much respect for you.”
His eyes widened in surprise and she could see that the words had shocked him.
The phone rang in her hand and he went to sit back, permitting her to answer it, but she shook her head and refused to let him go.
“Your kingdom awaits,” he told her teasingly, shifting his eyes away but she kissed him again.
“You are my king and this is my kingdom.”
“Fuck, Circe…you’re wrecking me,” he muttered, his lips coming down on hers hard, the love he felt for her pouring out of him as the phone continued to incessantly ring beside them.
“Circe…” She stopped and looked at him innocently, reaching down to palm his cock, which was growing harder with each passing moment.
“What? I’ve never had proud sex before. Wanna give it a whirl?”
“Fuck yes, but you can’t make an announcement like that and not answer the phone,” he breathed heavily. “It’s cruel.”
She tried
to hide her grin at his growl as she slowly removed her hand from his bulge, even though he knew that in this moment, other people needed her even more than he did.
“I guess you’re right,” she sighed, sitting back to grab at her cell. Her face lit up into a thousand-watt smile.
“I hate being fucking right,” he groused under his breath.
She smiled at him and patted his erection as she answered the call.
“Hi, Cassie. I was hoping to hear from you…”
THE END
Book 1: “Deviants” series
Check out this preview of Demon Takes All by Jacey Ward
She’s the best thief around. Getting caught is not an option.
One night of scorching-hot passion.
One empty promise that he would return in a week.
That’s all Arya had left to remind her of the demon lord who walked away from her that morning – and never came back.
Well, that, and her daughter, Jasmine. The beautiful child, born into two Deviant worlds.
The two halves of her little soul were fighting for dominance – she wouldn’t live much longer without a powerful talisman.
But the only person with an artifact powerful enough to help her little girl, is Dante - the child’s cruel and heartless father, who had abandoned Arya after their night of passion, offering false promises and touching endearments that turned out to be lies.
But it doesn’t matter, because Arya is the most talented thief in the sorceress world – and she’s going to steal the Chasm of Guile.
Right. Out. From. Under. Him.
Screw him. And he’ll never know - about the talisman or his daughter.
The rumors about Dante say that he’s vicious and cruel…
So Arya will do anything to protect her daughter - including keeping her little girl’s existence a secret from the child’s cold-hearted demon father.
She just can’t get caught…
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