T. Grey - The Fallen King

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Life couldn't have possibly gotten worse for the demon king Alrik. But it did. He lost the love of his life. Days spent clouded in black and gray were brightened only with the lovely Arianna near. Her light kept the darkness at bay if only for a few moments.
And now she's gone leaving him alone. Now he has nobody. But he has purpose.
A purpose--steely determination—for revenge against the one who cursed him. His mother. She's out there in the rift, gathering forces, for what, he's unsure.
A mere human witch by the name Abbigail Krenshaw is the key to saving himself and killing his mother--or so a little old seer tells him under sword point. Small, fragile, and breakable Abbigail almost reminds him of his lost love, yet she's different. Strong, charming, always pushing him in ways that Arianna wouldn’t dare. He can feel her worming her way into his battered, blackened heart and can't decide whether he wants to close her inside forever, or lock her out.
He needs Abbigail. He needs the human witch to sacrifice herself in order to save his tortured soul. He's more than willing to sacrifice her for his purpose, but the more he's around her the more difficult it becomes to uphold the decision. Can he really use her to save himself and let her die? His heart screams no but his mind says yes.

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The water was such a light shade of blue it was nearly clear. The sky above mirrored the color with only a few puffy, cottony clouds in the sky.

“It’s perfect.”

His shoulders sagged. “Thank God.”

She laughed. “You were nervous?”

“As hell. I had to hope you’d like this.”

As if she wouldn’t be happy being mated with him nearly anywhere. She just wanted to be attached to him permanently forever and ever.

Just then, people started porting in.

A pretty brunette accompanied by a tall, imposing man with long black hair pulled back from his face came first. Her belly looked rounded with child. A man with short wavy hair, definitely a demon, stepped back from them. Only demons could port like that, or a witch with enough power, or a good spell and a solid location. It looked as though her sister had her very own demon ‘porter’.

A stunningly beautiful blonde woman carrying a toddler in her arms ported in next with two men. One, she could tell was a demon because he had long silvery hair, a straight aristocratic nose, and playful eyes.

“Thanks, Draven,” she said to him. He nodded, grinning.

“Any time I get to touch you is a good time.”

The woman rolled her eyes and the big man at her side growled. Abby’s eyes popped wide. That was a real animal’s growl. The man was a shapeshifter, she realized, and judging by the size of him, he had to be an alpha.

“I don’t think your mate would like to hear about that,” the woman retorted.

The demon named Draven winced. “Just a bit of teasing. Sorry, love, but no one actually stirs me like she does.”

Another couple ported in this time with no backup demon because the demon was attached to the petite woman with an arm around her waist and his tongue deep in her mouth. Abby sucked in a breath. The resemblance between him and Alrik was unmistakable. Well, except for the fact that he had beautiful cerulean blue hair and she had yet to see his eyes. But, his skin was that glorious golden color. The woman in his arms moaned softly then popped her eyes opened and they darted right at Abby.

A blush colored her cheeks and then she pushed at who had to be Telal until he groaned and let her go. “Later,” he whispered in promise.

According to Alrik, Lily was the youngest of the Bellum sisters and was mated to his brother Telal. Lily had a quick, happy smile on her face and a gorgeous pair of green eyes. Everyone came forward and behind the group, Abby watched her mom port in looking wobbly. She must have done it from a spell. Her mom spotted her and gave an excited wave. Abby couldn’t fight her excited grin and waved back.

Introductions were made all around.

Lily and Telal came up first. Abby held out her hand but Lily pushed it away and pulled her into a hard hug. “Sister,” she said.

Abby hugged her back, hesitantly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Lily curled an arm around her shoulder and turned her to face the others. “It’s our sister,” she said like a judge who just banged the gavel making a judgment.

The two women, Chloe and Willow, eyed her suspiciously. “She does look like us,” ceded the brown-haired one. “I’m Chloe by the way and this is my mate Tyrian. He’s all vampire,” she said like she won some great prize. The tall man started shaking his head. He looked strong like a warrior but held a command to his presence, and a wicked scar ran down the side of his cheek. Abby wouldn’t be surprised if this vampire led an army.

The blonde woman narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know...”

The strong, tanned, very good-looking shapeshifter at her side rested his hand at the back of her neck. A dominant touch. “Play nice, baby.” He looked like he was trying not to smile.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Fine she looks just like us. I’m Willow. I’d shake your hand but as you can see, Mary’s taking them up.”

The little bundle in her arms was named Mary after their mother. Abby didn’t need anyone to explain that to her. She’d already learned all about that from Alrik. Mary had been imprisoned in the demon’s dungeon for some twenty years and had missed out on her daughters being raised. Of course, if that hadn’t happened then Francis wouldn’t have met her mother and Abby wouldn’t be here. Naturally, Mary didn’t exactly want to be here for this, she was still adjusting to normal life again after being rescued by her daughters.

Alrik was ate up over it. Over a lot of stuff really. But that was his past, and Abby firmly believed it wasn’t his fault. It was the curse. They’d get through all the rough patches up the road together.

“Give her to me,” the big man at her side said. Willow passed the baby to him and he held it as if he did that sort of thing all the time. He didn’t look like the baby type, but he totally was. The man saw her gaze and smiled. He had a big smile, the kind that left you smiling back. “We’re trying for another one. I’m Lyonis by the way.”

“Abbigail Krenshaw.”

“Soon to be Demuzi,” Alrik corrected.

“Speaking of, shall we get this mating ritual started?” Telal said. He had a pleasant very deep voice.

“Yes!” Lily jumped in and started dragging her away. The other ladies followed as they broke away from the men and headed down the other side of the beach. “We’ll be back!”

Abby tossed one last, panicked look over her shoulder at Alrik. He was smiling at her. A wicked smile that curled her down to her toes. She was really doing this. She was really going to be mated.

She was taken into the forest and undressed in a circle of red and white candles. They said it was for “purifying and love.”

They were getting married in a demonic ceremony. That meant that her hands and feet were painted with a special tool called a lathu in special symbols and works. The paint was the color of chocolate. One sister held the bowl while Lily used the lathu to paint Abby’s feat.

A breathtaking pattern of leaves and trees were painted from her toes up across her feet. It wasn’t permanent though it was so beautiful she wouldn’t mind it being so.

The intricate design worked up her foot then around her ankles. Small spirals came off the stems of the design. Intermixed with the leaves and open flowers in bloom were demonic words of love, bonding, and mating. After her hands were also done in the flowering design, she was dressed in a black gauzy dress that kept her arms and below her knees bare. She was told this ritual would be done barefoot.

Nerves fluttered around in her belly like butterflies.

Before she knew it, she was lead back to him. He stood all the way on the other side of the beach. She wished he was closer she didn’t like having all these eyes on her. He looked amazing.

He’d changed.

Now he wore only a pair of fitted black trousers that stopped short of the knee and nothing else. All that beautiful golden skin was bared for the world to see. He didn’t smile but wore a strong expression—that of a warrior being given his woman. His hands and feet were painted in the same design of leaves, vines, and words.

Finally, his hand was in hers. She wanted to say something, wanted him to say anything but they both stayed quiet as the ceremony started. Everyone took a seat in the sand behind them, except for Telal who stood before them to perform the ceremony.

Abby squeezed Alrik’s hand and he squeezed it back, even harder. The nerves in her stomach abated at his touch and then she let out a deep breath. When she glanced back up at him, she saw a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and she smiled back.

The ceremony took place in Demonish. Telal spoke of love and trust of faithfulness always. They were tender words. Words meant to be only spoken to one other person once in a lifetime.

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