This book was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥! Holy crap! Who knew witches and demons could get down like that? I am a big fan of the show Supernatural so sometimes I like to dive into the paranormal books that lead down that similar road of rugged men and the sexy Succubi they just cannot resist. Poor Lenore is given as the witch sacrifice by her coven to the demons and it sets off an attraction unlike anything else. Lycus simply cannot control himself around her and the lust between them is so insanely hot. There is this very carnal, raw, sexy energy surrounding the two of them that I just could not get enough of. I really hope this is just the beginning of these characters. I am dying to know more about the coven, past sacrifices and how it all began!
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This woman was fresh. Dripping with the fruity aroma of youth and the acidic scent of fear. With the Change on me, I could make out each individual scent. The herb-like smell still clinging to her hair. The salt of sweat. The must of her clothing from being in a cold, enclosed space. And, finally, the fucking intoxicatingly sweet scent of her pussy. Even through the layers of clothes. Even though she wasn't turned on. Fuck, I couldn't imagine what she would smell like if she was.
"Tell me you want my finger to fuck you, witch," he demanded, voice in my ear.
He used the word like he always did, like an insult, like a slur. It shouldn't have, but somehow, in that moment, it only made the fire burn hotter through my system.
"Yes," I hissed, my hips starting to rock against his hand, needing more.
"No. You need to say it," he demanded, teasing the tip of his finger inside of me before retreating. "Tell me you want me to finger fuck your pussy," he told me as his thumb pressed a little harder against my clit.
His words were base and filthy.
But there was no denying their truth.
Reaching down, I pulled her back onto her feet, turning her so that her back pressed to my chest, hands going around her, slipping up under her shirt. I cupped her breasts, teasing over the nipples until she was grinding her ass back against me, needy once again, the sweet smell of her practically intoxicating as my hand slid down her stomach, slipped between her legs, slid inside her. But softer. Slower.
"Next time, I want my cock here...
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There was one in each generation.
Destined to leave their loved ones, their home, their coven, their way of life.
To fulfill the age-old treaty with the demons.
We all spoke about their fates in hushed whispers around open fires like ghost stories, conjuring up tales, each more horrifying than the last.
I never thought I would become her.
Ripped from everything I had ever known, thrown into a world of darkness and uncertainty, my life in the hands of creatures of pure evil.
Nothing could have prepared me for the truth.
Or the growing infatuation I felt toward one of my captors.
But the questions remained:
What did they want from me?
What would happen to me once they got it?
What price was I willing to pay?
And what sacrifice was I willing to make to hold onto a love I never could have seen coming?