This isn't a common supernatural book.
It has its own rules, its own twist, and its own magical creatures.
Get ready for this unusual story between the most powerful Tribrid, Xena Raven Mensah, and the killer hellhound Elijah Gatewood.
Xena is known...
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▪︎Xena's pov:
"The deal was to help you shift, which I did." I pointed out nervously.
"I don't remember such deal... However, I remember telling you something along the line of having some 'consequences' if you don't stop." He spoke, his eyes flickering to my lips.
"Funny, I don't remember such a thing," I joked.
"I'll make you remember,"
He pecks my lips.
Holding my wrists in one hand, he moved his other hand to my side on my bare skin. He kissed my jawline, trailing his kisses to my neck while his hand was caressing my skin. He bites and sucks my neck before rolling his tongue on the area.
My skin was on fire.
I closed my eyes letting myself get lost in his touch. His hands moved up and his fingers played with the string of my top. In a swift tug, he successfully opened the knot which was keeping my top together and on my boobs. I wasn't wearing a bra.
Still kissing my neck, his hand moved to cup my right boobs kneading them like dough. Moans escaped my lips when he started to play with my tit.
He pulled away from me and I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were still dark emerald green and they were filled with lust. He climbed off the bed, standing in front of me.
I rose on my elbows and looked at him.
He grabbed my legs and removed my boots before discarding them onto the side. He then removed his shoes and socks, pushing them away.
Leaning over, he reached to grab the hem of my dress and I lift my hips in the air, making it easier for him to take it off. His eyes roamed my body, lingering a few places before he looked up at me with a smile.
"Well damn, this is all mine."
A warm feeling spread across my chest and the zoo in my stomach was wide awake. I smiled back at him.
"Mind if I go first?" I asked him, my eyes shifting to the tent in his jeans.
He chuckled, "Why would I mind?"
I sat down on the edge of the bed and discard my crop top completely. I then kneel in front of him, reaching to pull his jeans down. He stepped out of it, leaving him with his white boxer.
"Do you only own white boxers?" I joked, looking up at him.
He reached to rub the back of his neck, "I think I do,"
I laughed.
I grabbed the side and pulled it down. His friend bounced out, looking really big and hard. I grabbed his dick in a firm grip, slowly going up and down. Not gonna lie, I was doubtful about taking it in my mouth. It won't fit completely.
