LOGINChapter 3The world ripped me away from the Crimson Court and spat me out into pure, biting cold. I stumbled forward on a balcony carved from translucent ice, auroras swirling violently overhead. Snow stretched forever under a star-filled sky, and floating palaces gleamed like frozen diamonds in the distance.Vaelith Frostreign was already waiting.His silver-white hair whipped in the wind as those glacier-blue eyes locked onto me. He took one look at my flushed face, swollen lips, and the faint red marks still blooming on my neck from Pyrrathion’s mouth, and his expression darkened with cold fury.“Tell me,” he ordered, voice like cracking ice.The words tumbled out, bitter and raw. The long night of teasing, the feast, Pyrrathion’s thick fingers pumping inside me while he promised me everything… and then seeing him let that other woman drag him into a deep, hungry kiss like I meant nothing.Vaelith’s jaw tightened. Frost spread across the balcony railing beneath his fingers.“Then
Chapter 2The heat hit me like stepping into a forge. Pyrrathion’s court was breathtaking and terrifying, towers of black volcanic glass rising against a sky streaked with perpetual sunset, rivers of lava flowing in controlled channels that lit everything in molten gold and deep crimson. The air smelled of smoke, spice, and something darker. Desire, maybe.He stood before me, bare-chested, flames licking lazily along his shoulders. His crimson eyes burned as he reached for me.“Finally alone,” he murmured, voice rough. His big hands settled on my waist, pulling me flush against him. Gods, he was so warm. My body reacted instantly, melting into the heat, my nipples peaking, a slick ache building between my thighs.Just as his mouth descended toward mine, a thunderous voice cracked through the air like a whip of pure power.“ENOUGH.”Pyrrathion froze. The flames on his skin dimmed. A shimmering figure materialized above us…tall, androgynous, made of shifting light and ancient starfire
Chapter 5The stranger stood frozen at the mouth of the alley, half-hidden in shadow, but I could feel his eyes crawling over every inch of my exposed, filthy body. Circe’s hips never stopped moving. Her thick strap-on kept pistoning deep into my oversensitive pussy with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the damp bricks. Each thrust sent fresh aftershocks rippling through me, my walls fluttering and clenching around the silicone while I tried to catch my breath from the last shattering orgasm.I should have felt mortified. I was mortified, my dress torn open, tits spilling out, knees scraped raw on the grimy pavement, face streaked with dirt and drying tears. But the potions still hummed in my blood, turning shame into liquid heat that pooled low in my belly.Circe noticed him too. Her hand tightened around my throat as she looked over, that wicked, predatory smile spreading across her lips. “Like what you see?” she called out, voice rough with effort. She slammed into me harder
Chapter 1I never meant to ruin my life. I only wanted answers.The ruins crouched in the forest like old bones, half-swallowed by moss and moonlight. I’d come alone with my notebook, my lantern, and a half-translated scrap of parchment that promised secrets about the old fae courts. Stupid, maybe. But I was twenty-four, stubborn, and tired of dusty libraries telling me the stories were just stories.I brushed my fingers across the carved standing stone, tracing runes that seemed to flicker under my touch. A thorned vine had grown right through a crack in the rock.When I reached to pull it away, it bit me. One sharp prick. A single drop of blood welled up, bright as a ruby, and fell onto the stone.The ground under me shook immediately.Golden light exploded outward, cracking the ground beneath my boots. Wind howled. Frost bit the air. Shadows thickened around me like smoke and I stumbled back, heart slamming against my ribs, but something inside me pulled foward, a deep, intimate
Chapter 4The distant sound of footsteps echoes down the alley. They’re sharp, clicks against wet pavement. My body jerks, but Circe's grip on the bottle doesn't waver. Instead, she yanks it out with a wet pop that makes my hole clench around empty air. The sudden void sends a tremor through my limbs."Someone's coming," I manage to gasp, but Circe just laughs…a low, dangerous sound that vibrates through my bones.Without warning, she flips me onto my back. The rough pavement scrapes against my bruised flesh, sending sparks of pain-pleasure up my spine. My ripped dress offers no protection, leaving me completely exposed to the cool night air and whatever lurks in the shadows.Circe's fingers dig into my thighs, nails breaking skin as she spreads me wide. The position is obscene, legs splayed open, pussy glistening and swollen from abuse, chest heaving with ragged breaths. I can feel my own wetness pooling beneath me on the grimy ground."Let them watch," she hisses, aligning the s
Chapter 3I stayed slumped against the brick, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs slick and trembling. My ass and pussy throbbed with that deep, used ache that should have left me satisfied. It didn’t. If anything, the potions’ fading echo made me hungrier. The telepathic link had dulled to a faint hum, but it left behind this raw, exposed feeling, like every filthy craving I’d ever hidden was now laid bare between us.“We should go home,” Circe said, her voice still husky. She was buckling her harness back on, the thick strap-on jutting obscenely from her hips. Even in the dim light, I could see how flushed she was, how her chest rose and fell.“No.” The word slipped out before I could overthink it. I pushed off the wall and turned to face her, my ripped panties long gone, my dress hanging open at the top from earlier tugging. My breasts were exposed, nipples tight from the cool night air. I didn’t cover myself. “Here. I want it here. Don’t take me home yet.”Circe’
Chapter 2I quickly brushed the thought of joining them out of my head.I’d just seen my husband buried deep inside his secretary, in the bed we shared, the sheets I’d chosen, the same ones he’d kissed me on only nights ago. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve thrown something, or collapsed, or done
Chapter 4The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, musky undertone of sweat… all mine, from the way my body had been betraying me all through out the class. I’d done it on purpose, of course. The way I’d tilted my chin right when I argued with him, the way I let my lips part sli
Chapter 2When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that makes you aware you’re completely naked.Moonlight spilled through the window, and my head throbbed, an ache so deep it made my stomach twist. I tried to sit up, but something pul
Chapter 1The sprinkler ticked in steady circles, watering the already perfect lawn. I watched from my bedroom window, with my chin resting on my hand, wondering if grass could get tired of growing in the same place every day. It was a stupid thought, but boredom made me think stupid about things.







