Captive Consort by Jade Marshall and Rose Wulf

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Thanatos Coven, 1


I have dreamed of him nearly all my life. Never once did I dream he would lock me in a cage. Yet here I sit, trapped, alone, and furious.

I would rather rage at him than listen to the outrageous things he’s trying to tell me. What the hell is a consort, and who does this man think he is, playing with my hormones the way he does when he walks into the room?

All I want is my freedom.

Or so I think, until Kyson finally convinces me of just how much more I could gain by staying…


I knew my consort would be difficult to persuade even before the Oracle showed me the path I needed to take to find her. Such is the power my fiery Scarlet wields, and she doesn’t even know it.

The yearning I feel every time I catch her scent goes beyond mere lust. I need to consume her. I need to be consumed by her. And I’ll rip apart any man or vampire who tries to get in my way.

If only it were so simple.


I watch him stalk closer to me. He doesn’t move like any man I have ever seen. His steps are confident but there is a predatory confidence to everything he does.

“I know you hate being locked in this room,” he continues. “But the moment I open that door you’re going to run. I know you dream of me and have since before we ever met.”

“Kyson,” I whisper as he leans over me, forcing me against the headboard.

“Don’t worry, Scarlet.” His hand cups my cheek. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”

“What do you want from me?” I ask softly. “I don’t understand why I am here.”

“You’re here because you belong to me, just as I belong to you.” His words crash through my mind and only serve to confuse me even more. “As for what I want? I want you. To hear you moan my name while I touch you, to hold you while you sleep, to share a meal with you.”

“You can’t be serious?” I try to glare but I know there isn’t any heat behind it. With him this close, touching me, putting off that ridiculously wonderful smell. My hormones are doing all the thinking and my previous anger has left me.

“I am.” He smiles. “I can smell your sex, see your nipples through the fabric of your gown. I know you want me. But I want more than just sex, Red. If that’s all I wanted from you I could have simply taken it.”

I balk at his words. Is he serious? I’ve never been afraid that Kyson would hurt me. I don’t know why but I have always felt safe around him even though I know that seems crazy. Maybe I’m wrong about him? Should I be scared?

“I won’t take anything from you that you don’t freely offer,” he replies to my unanswered question.

“And if I never offer?” I ask, trying to see how far I can push him.

“Then I will wait.”

He pushes away from me and heads back toward the door. I watch him stride away and a sense of hopelessness and despair crashes over me. I don’t want him to leave. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I feel like I could cry. Instead, I screw my eyes shut tightly to keep my emotions locked inside.

“Look at me,” Kyson demands, his hand tilting up my chin.

How the hell did he get back to me so fast? I didn’t even hear him. It takes a moment for me to be sure he won’t be able to read what I just felt before I look at him.

“I lied. And I never want to lie to you or keep things hidden. There is one thing I will take without your permission.”

His lips cover mine and I am lost to him.