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My cock pulses inside her, my body shuddering against hers as I unload into her with a grunt of pure satisfaction. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, never wanted someone so completely, so intensely. But Adelaide is different. She’s mine and she knows it. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, to keep her by my side because I know that my life has changed irrevocably. I’ve found my fate, my equal, my partner indarkness, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to make her happy, to give her the world she deserves.
Because this is who I am. This is my truth, my power, my destiny. We’ll conquer the darkness, embrace the savagery, and reign supreme in this new world of shadows and desires.
“Fuck, Zephyr,” Adelaide pants, still trembling from her orgasm. I smile at the sight of her, sprawled out in nature, with my cock still inside her. She’s a fucking goddess, my dark queen.
I pull out of her, my cock still throbbing from the intensity of our fucking. I zip up my pants and help her to her feet, my hands gentle as I brush the dirt off her skin. She looks up at me with a small, shy smile, her eyes still full of desire.
“This is just the beginning, princess,” I murmur.
She shivers at the sound of my voice, her body responding instinctively to the promise of more.
I lean into whisper in her ear. “I’m going to claim you, Adelaide. Every inch of you. You’re mine, and soon you won’t be able to live without me. You will need me, crave me, die without me.”
She gasps at my words, her eyes widening in surprise and lust. “Yes,” she breathes. “I want that, Zephyr. I want all of that.”
I stroke her hair softly. “Good, Little Dollie. I will break you and put you back together so that no one else can have you except us.”
She nods and leans into me with her eyes closed, and I hold her, knowing that now her secret is out, she is in more danger than she realises. But anyone who wants to get to her will have to go through me first, and I pity the arsehole that tries to get between me and the only creature that has ever made me want them this way.
40
ADELAIDE
My skinstill tingles from our encounter as I step out of the forest with Zephyr. The connection between us feels more substantial, more intense than ever before. His possessive words are wild at the same time as thrilling.My future wife. Is that really how he sees me? What about my say in this?
I glance at him as we walk, remembering the way his hands felt on my skin, the heat of his breath on my neck. The forest around us seems different now, charged with an energy I can’t quite explain. It’s leaning into us, following our path in a protective and approving way. It’s weird, but that is precisely what it is. I can sense it all around me.
But as we approach the campus, a chill runs through my blood that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the fight with Christos. Those words echo in my mind now, cutting through everything else with a laser-like quality.
Vesper.
He called me a Vesper.
The secret I’ve been trying so hard to keep is out now. What does this mean for me? For my future at MistHallow?
I open my mouth to ask Zephyr about it, to seek some reassurance or explanation, but before I can form the words, chaos erupts around us. Students are running towards us, shouting, their faces contorted with fear and urgency. At first, I think it’s some kind of practical class, but then I see the looks on their faces, the raw panic in their eyes. This is real. Terrifyingly real.
“Zephyr,” I murmur, my voice trembling slightly, but he’s already moving, pushing me behind him protectively. His body tenses, ready for a fight, and I can sense his power building, ready to be unleashed.
The students’ faces are twisted with aggression I’ve never seen before. It’s like they’ve been transformed into something else entirely.
“What’s going on?” I shout over the growing chaos. The sounds of screams and running feet fill the air, creating a chaos of screams and panic.
Zephyr doesn’t answer. His body is coiled tight, a panther ready to strike. “Stay close to me,” he says, his voice low and urgent. There’s a fierceness in his eyes that reassures but frightens me. This is a side to him that I’ve merely glimpsed, but now I’m about to see a whole lot more.
But before we can move, before we can even think about finding safety, the sky darkens. At first, I think it’s a storm rolling in - the weather at MistHallow can be unpredictable at best. Then I see them, and my blood runs icy cold.
Strix.
Dozens of them, maybe more. Their massive wings block out the daylight as they descend upon us, turning day into an eerie twilight. Their talons gleam wickedly, their eyes fixed on me with an aggressive intensity that makes my skin crawl. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I hope I never will again.
My breath catches in my throat, fear gripping my chest like a frozen hand. The supernatural assassins, deadly and relentless, are coming for me again, and I know this time they will get to me. They’re terrifying in a way that goes beyond simple fear. It’s primal, instinctive.
Zephyr springs into action, his movements a blur of speed, grace, and power. His face is set in a mask of pure ferociousness as he takes on the first wave of attackers. His power is breathtaking, awe-inspiring even now, when I should be running, instead I’m standing rooted to the spot like an idiot.
Shadows bend to Zephyr’s will, lashing out at the Strix like solid weapons. It’s like watching the beast of nature unleashed and on a rampage. For every Strix he takes down, two more seem to take its place. The air is filled with the sound of beating wings and inhuman screeches, a noise that sets my teeth on edge and makes my hair stand on end.
I want to help, to do something, anything. But what can I do? I have no powers, no way to defend myself or assist Zephyr. I feel useless, helpless, a liability in this fight that’s all about me.
