Bella's grandmother is dying and she will do anything to save her - even make a deal with the King of Hell's most fearsome hell hound. Will she sacrifice the one thing she holds most dear, her innocence, in a bid to cure her beloved grandmother?
Little does she know before the night is out she'll be taken hard, raw and will be begging for more.
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The hair on my arms stood on end with static electricity. The air around me crackled. My heart rate accelerated. Oh Hecate what have I done.
I scrambled off the altar, picking up my discarded clothing. I scooted behind one of the larger standing stones and peered around the side of it.
A bright flash of lightning split the night sky. It looked like a curtain opening as the scene in front of me rippled and distorted. The landscape seemed to part in the middle – a vertical tear – and a dark shape stepped into my world.
“Heavens to be,” I whispered. “It’s the devil himself.”
A voice sounded from somewhere so close it could almost have been coming from inside my head.
“Not the devil little human, but close,” the monster said. “I am Lykos. The King of Hell’s chief hell hound.”
Shrieking, I fled from my hiding place. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to appear in spirit form only, grant me my wish and then disappear. He wasn’t supposed to manifest as flesh, bone and fur.
I wanted to run but every which way I turned he was there. I was trapped within the circle of standing stones. I spun round and round looking for an escape until I was dizzy with fear.
“You can not run from me, little human. You are mine now, and I will have you.”