Évrard D'Aboville has been the lethal left hand of King Sabien Arceneaux for centuries. Using his deadly skills, he's indiscriminately killed and maimed at his master's behest. He had never once been disobedient. That is until he was asked to kill a...
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Izmir Lefeuvre- The Witch
"Évrard, this place is enchanting. Shame you kept it hidden for so long." With a fanciful wave of his hand, I was summarily dismissed and all the heated attention he'd bestowed was now Évrard's.
"You don't need to know everything about me," Évrard grumbled and adjusted his pants to hide the growing thickness. His dark eyes locked with mine and my throat went dry. My body has never been more confused or aroused.
"Silly me, I thought after all this time I knew you as well as I did myself." Realizing I diverted Évrard's attention a sinister smile crossed Sabien's face before his glance cut to me. There must be some unseen magnetic force between each of these men and myself. The moment he demanded my attention I unwittingly gave it.
"I must say, Évrard, I am glad to see you. I have missed you dearly." He said while still staring pointedly at me. His smile deepened before he turned to Évrard, planting a firey open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Évrard stood returning the embrace. His hands cupped Sabien's face. Sabien placed one hand possessively on his waist the other at the nape of his neck.
There was something raw and passionate about it. Part of me didn't know if I should be jealous and tear them apart or interrupt the kiss to join in the action. I swallowed hard, knees clenched, panties soaked. The kiss finally ended and Sabien looked knowingly at me.
He was keenly aware that at that moment I wanted him. My eyes shifted to Évrard, I wanted him more. Fuck this blood bond! It was as if my inhibitions were overridden when it came to Évrard. I was traumatized and disgusted by the fact that he kills people and eats them.
I suppose even murderers have known the love of others. Is it possible to accept that morally? How can I sleep at night knowing I've given myself willingly to creatures like this?
"It is good to see you again too, Sabien," Évrard said smiling.
"We have quarreled but such things happen betwixt friends. You know I am of a generous nature. I will forgive our little misunderstanding." He stepped away from Évrard and I could finally breathe.
