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Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale

 

The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.

 


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He stepped forward. A sheaf of papers was crumpled in hand, the top page a little damp. He closed the distance between them, lifting her braid to wrap around his hand. He tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, but moisture clung to the sooty fringe of her lashes.

Temper flared at the thought of anyone hurting her. “What has caused such pain, my dove?”

She shook her head.

He tightened his hand in her hair, her full lips parted on a gasp. “Do not lie to me.”

She opened her eyes then, her mist gray eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Trying to let go of the pain,” she murmured. “Some days are better than others.”

He traced the fullness of her bottom lip. “You are better off without him.”

Selma met and held his gaze. “I know. I’ve always known that.”

Xochiti nodded. “Good.” He released her hair, stooped and retrieved the papers. Her grip tightened on the pages, he merely held on until she let go. He scanned the pages, her divorce decree. The odor of charred paper filled the air and he realized he allowed his emotions to get the best of him. He slid a hand along the edge, extinguishing the flames, then flung the stack to the far side of the room. They landed with a flutter against a nightstand. “This is your time. Just you and me, Selma dove. Stand.”

He stepped away. She wobbled as she stood and he grasped her waist to steady her. The top of her head came to the middle of his chest. He buried his nose in her hair as he drew her closer, her back resting against his front. She went still against him, waiting.

So willing. How could any man mortal or immortal not find her beauty intoxicating. It wasn’t just her outward appearance, voluptuous woman’s body, full breasts and sexy legs, but her spirit. So sweet with a hint of innocence. And if that wasn’t enough, she was intelligent.

The first time he met her was in her classroom for Ancient History. He was only passing through the halls of the college, but the soft lilt of her voice drew him in, captured his attention and held his soul hostage. He still remembered her lecture. Nahuti or Aztec religion. Her simple conviction that while the race had been a bit of a bloodthirsty one, they were more advanced than any other civilization.

In that moment he decided to share with her who he was.

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Collect what is mine. #MFRWhooks

Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale

 

The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.

 


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Selma’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She pushed to sitting, and for a moment Xochiti tightened his arms before he released her. He studied her, from the slight way she pursed her full lush lips to the way her eyelids fluttered. He skimmed her spine with his fingers, mildly surprised when she scooted closer.

“How was I supposed to get in touch with you?” She lifted her shoulders to her ears, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. “By then it was too late, anyway.” She turned away, resting her chin on her knees. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until a week after the wedding.”

“Not knowing how to get in touch with me was just an excuse. Did you not think I had a right to know you were having my child or children in this matter?”

She whipped around to face him, shoving to her knees. “What was I supposed to do? Tell my husband I was pregnant by a god? Seriously? You made it clear you wanted things to just be casual. That you weren’t interested in me running away with you. How do you think that made me feel?” She shook her head. “You had your life. I had mine.”

He cringed at her words. He remembered that day seventeen years ago so clearly. Having a mate hadn’t been a priority for him. Then it had been all about keeping Moctezuma from taking over the world. Now that the former Emperor God was on the run and seven deadly sins unleashed on the world, it was time to truly stop running from his destiny.

Selma scooted to the edge of the bed, bent forward and shrugged on a short silk robe as she stood. Several welts marred her skin before they slid from view. She faced him then. Weariness and hurt shone in her eyes. “Now you’re back. So what do you really want, Xochiti?”

He moved so fast, she stumbled backward, the wall bringing her up short. He dropped a hand on either side of her head, caging her between his body and the wall. She lifted her chin in defiance, as if to dare him to do something.

“Make no mistake I’m here to collect what is mine.”

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Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale

 

The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.

 


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Xochiti shimmered into view as the last of the students left.

Selma stared at him, crossing her arms over her breasts. “What are you doing here?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Listening to your lecture.”

With a huff, she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “You’ll have to wait until next semester. My roster is full and I’m not signing any overload forms.”

As she spoke, a subtle glow of light enveloped her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she demanded.

“You are glowing?”

“Right,” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for your games, Xochiti. I have papers to grade.” She brushed past him.

“We need to talk, Selma.”

“Make an appointment.”

“Dove,” the endearment was spoken with quiet command. She stiffened, slowly turned to face him. “Be ready for me tonight.”

Desire flared in her irises, and she bowed her head. Still the shimmering white light around her intensified.

Curious—was she angry because he’d aroused her or angry because he was here?

“You can have my body and my submission, Xochiti, but you will not have my heart.” With that she spun on her heel and slammed from the room.

He lowered his head. He wanted all of her. 

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