The Half Blood Book 5
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Laura B.L.
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Sorana, trapped in a complex and controlling relationship with the enigmatic Riathan, dreams of freedom and mysterious masked strangers. When she is thrust into the dangerous political games of the fae courts, she must navigate treacherous alliances and hidden desires to achieve her goals. As she delves deeper into the world of the Unseelie and Seelie, Sorana discovers that trust is a rare commodity and survival is a game of wits and seduction.
Chapter 1
Book 5 - Shadow Heart
I let out a sigh, my eyes fluttering shut. Under different circumstances, his hand tracing patterns on my back might have stirred something in meâa yearning for affection.
But now, each of Riathanâs tender strokes was just that, strokes. A word stripped of its meaning for me.
His lips found their way to my lower back, his warm breath exploring every inch of my skin. I couldnât help but offer him a smile as his teeth grazed me, drawing out a feigned whimper.
Suddenly, I spun around. Fully exposed, fully aware of the impact I had on him.
All I had to do was watch his stormy eyes darken as they feasted on my body, lingering on my breasts before trailing down past my navel.
This had become our nightly ritual.
After every supper, Riathan would visit my chambers, situated at the far end of the floor from his, and I would welcome him with a smile devoid of love, desire, or sorrow.
A smile that only surfaced when I agreed to spend time with him. Drawn in solely by the physical. No strings attached. Just as the sirens had promised me.
âWhatâs on your mind?â His voice coaxed another smile from me, one of many since his arrival tonight.
âIâll spill if you tell me who she is.â It was my standard response whenever he posed the same question.
Riathan chuckled and moved lower, peppering soft kisses around my navel.
âSheâs gone.â
I knew the woman was gone, and I knew who she was, or at least I was certain it had to be Taraâs mother. They shared the same features. Dark, curly locks and clear green eyes.
Tara had once shared her motherâs story with me and how the man who was now kissing my breasts was responsible for her demise.
I was well aware that looks could be deceiving and that things would inevitably change for better or worse. In my case, they always took a turn for the worse.
I knew that this side of Riathan was reserved for these rare moments we shared. Beyond my room, he was the Lord of the Court of Tears.
His gaze, reminiscent of stormy skies, turned icy outside the quarters he had assigned me upon my arrival at his estate.
Beyond this bed, he was the Lord and I was his captive. A captive of privilege, I would argue, with a room adorned with lavish fabrics and trinkets, walls draped in blue, and a ceiling of gold.
âYou are a tantalizing demoness,â he murmured, pressing his rigid arousal against my core.
My fingers tangled in his curly locks, pulling him into me forcefully, savoring his tongue with mine, feeling him penetrate, filling me, and drawing out a moan with his flawless rhythm.
I knew that Tara would disapprove of whatever was transpiring between Riathan and me. After all, he was her Courtâs adversary. But I had no choice but to stick to my plan.
My efforts to avoid Riathan from the get-go only piqued his interest in me.
After all, I was the novelty, the plaything the Lord wanted to toy with, and why not let him have his way with me when I could do the same without the fear of falling for him?
The desire to break free from this place grew stronger each day. The yearning for liberty had led me to this point. I didnât want to belong to any man, least of all Riathan.
Despite his courteous demeanor and seemingly patient nature, I knew better. I had observed him on numerous occasions since the Hunt.
His Court didnât respect him because he was a competent leader. It was out of fear. Riathan was a volatile man.
He had no tolerance for errors, and anyone who dared to mention the Court of Fears was met with a menacing glare and a taste of his power.
And since I was his captive, I was confined within the gates. I wasnât permitted to leave his mansion, and I wasnât allowed to explore his territory.
Who would dare to, knowing that Tara and I were close?
***
Days turned into weeks, and I received no word from Tara or my brother. I was completely cut off in the Unseelie kingdom, dining on the finest cuisine and sleeping under the coziest blankets.
And then, it dawned on me that the only way to earn Riathanâs trust was in bed.
It wasnât a walk in the park initially, but gradually, the Lord of the Court of Tears began to let his guard down around me, revealing his frustrations with his Court.
As fleeting as they were, they were still a step closer to my objective.
Riathanâs movements grew more desperate now, coaxing my climax. I shut my eyes and surrendered to the sensations he was stirring.
He lazily kissed my lips and pulled away. âDid you enjoy that?â
His gaze met mine. âYou know I did.â Despite his nature, he was surprisingly considerate in the bedroom. I discovered that the first night we were together.
Bare, I rose and moved to the open window. The evening wind brushed my hair casually. Resting my arms on the window sill, I arched my back enticingly for him.
Riathan, now clothed in his broad, navy shirt and leather pants, embraced me from behind, his hands settled on my waist.
âThe night becomes you, demoness.â He took a strand of my silver hair in his hand. The moonlight made my hair gleam even brighter.
âIs it true youâre attending the Kingâs Court in two nights?â I ventured to ask.
âWho told you that?â
His grip on my waist tightened, but I remained composed.
âI overheard it from one of the guards.â Riathan couldnât discern if I was lying or not. In fact, no fae could lie.
Thatâs why they twisted and manipulated words to their advantage. And I used this to my advantage against them.
My response seemed to ease him, as his hands began to stroke me again.
âThe King has summoned all the Lords.â His disclosure took me by surprise. âWhy do you ask?â
âThe truth?â
âAlways.â
âI want to leave this place. I want to learn more about this world. I know Iâm your captive, that Iâm rightfully yours. But I feel trapped in this place with no way out or anyone to talk to.â
âYou have me.â
I let out a dramatic sigh, dropping my shoulders, gazing out at the hills, allowing the silence to fill the space between us.
âIf you accompany me, Iâd at least have you at night.â His words made my lips curve into a triumphant smile.
I turned to face him, my eyes hopeful, another one of my tricks that seemed to work on him. âReally?â
âBut you will stay close to me and remain silent at all times.â
Rising on my toes, I pressed myself against his chest and kissed him.
Riathan departed a while later. After bathing, I climbed into bed, closing my eyes and waiting for the same dream to revisit me.
***
The cold was freezing my bones, but my body was numb. I felt nothing. I could remain here, submerged in the water, where my sorrows and pain were swept away by the riverâs current.
But I knew they wouldnât leave me. I felt as exposed as they did. Only I had two legs, and they had large blue fish tails. I couldnât help but be captivated by them.
They were as stunning as they were cruel. I could tell by the gleam in their black eyes and their grins full of jagged teeth. They were dangerous, yet they were beautiful.
I noticed a change in myself. The emptiness. Nothing could touch me anymore. Not when I had given them all I had left. I knew that when I left here, I would be an empty shell.
But there was nothing to make me feel sad or regret my decision. I needed this. I needed to be vulnerable somehow.
There would be no more emotions or feelings that would lead me to destruction. There wouldnât be another man to manipulate me and break my heart.
My hair floated around me, and I saw how its black had turned to a cold silver, just like my heart.
I heard what they said about my true mate. But none of that mattered to me anymore. Even if I looked into his eyes, I wouldnât recognize him.
The thought stirred nothing in me. He might as well find someone else and seek happiness in other arms.
âYou here again?â
His voice drew me out of those waters and into the same frozen lake that had started to appear in my dreams a few weeks ago.
Why did I always end up here? I had no clue. But his company was the only thing that eased my dreams for some odd reason.
I smiled and walked toward him. âMe again, and you, too.â
It was impossible to tell what his face looked like, not when it was concealed by a black wolf mask. His black hair fell to the nape of his neck.
His eyes were barely visible. No matter how hard I tried to discern their color, I couldnât. They were like shadows concealing the truth.
The only thing I could see of him was his strong jawline. Square and always with that muscle that twitched, revealing some emotion. His lips hid perfect teeth.
The stranger in the mask never smiled, but I bet the day he did, it would be something to remember.
âWhy are you here?â His voice was deep and masculine.
âIâm not sure. Why donât you enlighten me?â I stood at the edge of the frozen lake, my eyes drawn to my reflection on the icy surface.
My dress was as white as the distant mountains. âAfter all, Iâm in your dream,â I said, lifting my gaze to meet his.
âWhoâs to say this is my dream?â
âSo, itâs mine then? Iâm the one whoâs dreamed up a masked stranger?â
His silence was my answer. I turned my attention to the center of the lake, where the ice had shattered, leaving chunks floating in the water.
âWhat are you up to?â he asked as I ventured towards the lakeâs center, the ice cracking under my weight.
âIf this is my dream, I can do whatever I please, right?â I called over my shoulder, glancing back to ensure he wasnât following. He remained on the shore.
Once I reached the waterâs edge, I shed my dress. Even though I couldnât see his eyes, I knew he was watching.
I plunged into the icy water. When I resurfaced, he was gone.
Perhaps Iâd frightened him away. Who wouldâve guessed? Heâd always seemed so assertive, with his confident demeanor and commanding voice.
A sudden warmth against my back made me gasp, and I spun around to face the stranger.
My eyes roamed freely over his lips, his shoulders, taking pleasure in learning more about him.
Tattooed runes adorned his broad shoulders. Despite the dark water, I could tell he was as bare as I was. Weâd never been this close before.
A twitch of his lips caught my eye, and seeing his slight smirk, I couldnât help but wet my own.
âTell me, Sorana. What do you desire?â I didnât know how he knew my name, but I never questioned it. After all, we were in a dream.
Reality would be different once I woke up and he ceased to exist.
âI believe you already know what I want,â I responded.
âWonât your mate be jealous?â
âMy mate isnât here.â
âHow can you be sure?â
His eyes seemed to crinkle slightly, as if he was squinting.
âBecause this is a dream. Youâre not real. Itâs just us here. Naked in a frozen lake, surrounded by snow,â I answered.
âPerhaps youâre the one who isnât real.â
âLetâs say Iâm not real. Then my mate wouldnât be real either, right?â
He smirked again. âFair point.â
A comfortable silence fell between us. Unable to resist, I moved closer, wrapping my legs around his waist and claiming his mouth with mine.
His tongue met mine with a fierce hunger, pulling me closer against his chest.
The throbbing urgency of his arousal against my core sent waves of pleasure through me, drawing a moan from my lips.
He didnât stop me. His hands roamed my back, my hair, my buttocks. It was as if he was trying to sear his touch into my skin, to leave a mark on my soul.
But he didnât understand. He didnât realize that his kisses and possessive touches couldnât make my soul quake.
This was the first time our peaceful encounters at the lake, in this dream, had escalated to something more.
Even though my soul wouldnât quake for him, my hands reveled in exploring his shoulders, running through his black hair, and reaching for the ties of his mask.
Curiosity got the better of me. My fingers found one of the ties.
Despite his passionate kisses, I felt his muscles tense. His hand gripped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.
Without hesitation, I pulled the tie.
Just as his mask fell away, he whispered, âSweet dreams, Sorana.â
And then he was gone, leaving me once again in the dark about his true identity.
