Cynbel: Ascension, #13

By Hayden West

I am a Principality, created to watch over the mortal world and her inhabitants. Things are as ordered, as ordained. Until one snowy day when I meet the human that changes everything. Changes me. I need to remain vigilant, we are at war, but every free moment I have, I crave to be in his presence, throwing my ordered world into confusion and turmoil. I cannot, will not, give him up.

I am…

Cynbel

 

This is best read in order for the series, but it's not necessary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden West
• Release date: Dec 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393989684

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Chapter One

Are you getting a fourth to replace him since he’s dead?

The question wasn’t actually all that insolent but it smacked him of being such. And he despised insolence. Without moving his gaze from the young Power dangling from one blueberry and wine colored wing as she bled out, the blood, running down into a drain, below which he had a container to capture it for his enjoyment later, he backhanded the one who asked the question. Despite the male’s own size, he still flew back and slammed into the wall.

Gnawing at him now, was the urge to move to the female’s side and sink his fangs into her pale skin and drink it from the source. So much richer and more powerful when that was the case. His hunger grew and he flicked his tongue over his lips, imagining the rich, warm liquid streaming down his throat.

Fangs pushed through his gums and he tore his gaze from the naked woman, who couldn’t have that much more blood to give. With a heavy, fortifying breath, he reined in his need and presented the calm unruffled leader he was of this group. Problem was, it wasn’t just the metallic scent of the blood on the air that was eroding the control he had to fight harder each rotation to control, but now he smelled her arousal. Seconds later, his. The scent of the one he’d just catapulted into the wall. Those two smells twined into a line of temptation he didn’t have much more strength to ignore.

Turning his back on the youngling Power, he glared in the direction of the wall and snarled low as he watched the female, climb on the cock of the other and moan, a delicious taunt, as she bent back, lifting her firm breasts, cupping them, as she rode the one beneath her. Not a fucking care about anything other than her own pleasure.

On one level he could respect that because he was the same way. However, he didn’t like how she gave herself to others. He enjoyed bending her over and fucking her hard as she screamed.

Gaze not showing anything, something he knew because he’d practiced it enough, he swept it over the fornicating couple.

I’m still deciding. The heady scent of lust increased and he strode for the doorway, needing to be away from this. Before he lost his temper and they were down by one more.

Light green eyes, hazy with the licentiousness surrounding her, opened and focused on him as he walked.

Are we able to put in requests? Her hips rolled and flexed as she took the cock in as deep as she could.

Two more threads of his control snapped like brittle sticks.

In what sense? He shouldn’t have asked, he allowed her to get away with far to much. Because he was addicted to her. In an unhealthy way. Completely and totally unhealthy. He knew it and wouldn’t do anything about it.

Yet.

I mean, if there is one out there we are thinking would be, she trembled, hands falling from her breasts to settle on the chest of the one enjoying being used and ridden like a prime stallion, fuck yes, right there. She tossed her head back, her hair brushing along the top of that perfect ass. Good and fit in with us, do we get to tell you?

It took him far to long to pull his eyes off the way she rode that unworthy fuck beneath her, all blood had pooled in his dick and he longed to yank her off him, throw her against the nearest wall and impale her on his cock.

I’m not bringing in another because you want to fuck them.

Her laugh sent skitters of awareness along his skin even though there wasn’t the slightest hint of warmth in it.

I don’t need him here to fuck him. A poignant pause. Again.

She was taunting him. Mocking him. Daring him, to take her. He didn’t have the control right now so he went to the door.

No. It will be my decision. Don’t touch my prize.

Then he was gone, a few beats of his wings and he was moving much faster than he could when he was on foot. Flying up until he knew his roar of rage wouldn’t be heard, he unleased it, allowing all of his hate and fury to pour free. Fangs punched free and long talons began to slip from his fingers, turning his hands more into talons.

Only when he knew he was back in control, did he