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Nikolai’s grip on Sadie tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough that she would feel the tension rising in his arms, the restraint it took not to lash out as Cinna continued. His shadows crackled at the edges of the room like a storm barely held at bay, flickering in sharp pulses as Cinna...

Nikolai held his ground while Cinna raged, but the shrill pitch still knifed straight through the shadow that pooled in his ears. Every spite‑laced word drove his temper a degree hotter. The living darkness at his shoulders thickened, pooling at his feet like ink about to boil. He drew a slow...

Nikolai’s head snapped back as Cinna’s tirade knifed through the room, every syllable striking his over‑sensitised ears like a hammer blow. Gods, the woman could make thunder seem polite. A low growl rumbled from his chest and shadows sluiced over his skin in a restless tide, knitting themselves...

Nikolai’s smile curved slow and crooked, something wicked and unbearably smug flashing in his violet eyes when Sadie whispered her confession. No male ever has. Until you. He stepped closer, not just with his body but with that predatory air he wore like a second skin. “Oh. I know,” he...

Nikolai watched her rise from the bed with the heavy, possessive stillness of a predator watching prey slip just out of reach. Only she wasn’t prey. She never had been. She was the storm after the silence. The fire under his skin. And she was walking away from him wrapped in his godsdamned...

Nikolai’s hands twitched against her skin, as if torn between dragging her closer and throwing her off. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache as she kissed him, hard, with the weight of doom wrapped in longing, and every inch of him screamed resist. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Gods, why couldn’t...

Nikolai’s breath caught in his throat. Mates. The word echoed through him like a curse, a prayer, a death knell wrapped in silk. He hadn't thought it possible. Because a mate required a soul to bind with, and he had never believed himself capable of being bound to anything but shadows. Until...

Nikolai stilled as she climbed atop him, his breath catching the moment one hand settled on his chest and the other locked his gaze in place. He hadn’t expected her boldness. Nor had he expected her softness. He had expected to see disgust, fear, regret, but instead found steel wrapped in silk...

Nikolai awoke with a hunger that had teeth. It gnawed at him the moment his senses stirred. The scent of her skin, the whisper of her breath against his chest, the faint taste of her still lingering on his tongue like a sin he hadn’t finished committing. His shadows curled instinctively...

Nikolai didn’t move. Wouldn’t move not even if the room caved in around them. The heat of her body curled into his, her breath brushing against the curve of his throat in a soft, exhausted sigh. And when she nuzzled there, settling deeper into the crook of his neck, something in him cracked wide...

Nikolai stilled — just for a breath, just long enough for her whispered please to shatter whatever thin thread of restraint he had left. Gods, he had been starving his whole life and hadn’t even realised it. Starving for her. Sadie tilted her head back, bared her throat, offered herself to him...

Gods. He shattered. There was no other word for it. No softer, cleaner way to explain the way every fragile wall he had thrown up against her crumbled to dust under the force of her mouth on his. A sound ripped from him, low, guttural, and wretched as he caught her up against him, his hands...

He was lost. Mindless. Consuming. Drowning in her, in everything she gave him. Blood and magic and heat and lust. His mind spiraled deeper and deeper into a blissful, obliterating oblivion where only she existed, only the taste of her on his tongue, only the pulse of her heart pounding through...

Gods, fuck. Her words were the spark to a pyre already crackling in his chest. Nikolai had known temptation before. He’d danced with it, flirted with the edge more times than he could count. But this? Her? She wasn’t temptation. She was damnation dressed as surrender. And she was offering...

His restraint was slipping. That ever-present wall he'd built over decades, forged from guilt, self-loathing, and the very fact that he was a monster. All of it crumbled away with every breath she drew, every touch she offered. Her scent flooded his senses far quicker than fae wine. Too sweet...