War and His Queen (Carpe Noctem #1) Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carpe Noctem Series by Amo Jones
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
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She shakes her head, her hands resting on both sides of my throat. “I knew you’d be back. I was just sad that deep down, the best thing I could do for you at that time was to let you go. You’ll always be back. I’ll always be here.” She leans up until her lips touch my chin. “If only you did fuck me that first time I asked, huh, we could have started this earlier. Maybe then Ba—” My hand flies to her throat. The corner of her mouth lifts in a wicked smirk as her legs find their home around my waist.

I mirror her grin, but my eyes dance with warning. “Halo? You ever think of saying his name again and I’m not responsible for what happens to you, baby, you hear me?”

I catch her lower lip between my teeth, and her nails drag down my arms as goosebumps rise over my skin.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Her kisses trail down until her tongue touches the edge of my jaw. She nibbles at my earlobe as her smirk curves against my cheek. “Hard enough to break me.”

I shove her up against the mirror and her head flies back as spiderwebs split through the glass.

“Yeah?”

Her hands fumble with my sweats as she forces them down, before sliding off the counter and falling to her knees.

The pillow of her lips wrap around the crown of my cock, as I bury my hands in her hair and direct her over my length. “Promise I won’t almost kill you with my cock like the last—”

Her teeth lock around me, setting off a ripple of sharp bites of pain.

My grip in her hair tightens, the deep groan in my chest turning into a chuckle. “Fuck, okay. Shit. I’m sorry. Damn.”

Halen

War wraps his arms around my shoulders, and I duck my mouth behind them. The buildings burn like a blaze of inferno, as he uses the strength of his arms to pull me farther up the hood of his car.

“You okay?” I ask from behind the sweet taste of his skin.

All of our cars are curved in a crescent moon as we watch the tongue of flames flare through the night. All of us rode out to watch this hellhole burn tonight. Soon, it will be nothing but a pile of ash.

I bend my head back when he doesn’t answer, and he stares down at me from above. “Yeah. Fuck, I am.”

Evie bumps us at the side, swirling her water bottle at us both. “Just so you know, I get her on Saturdays.” We both laugh as my eyes drift off to the side, where Priest is watching the carnage burn to the ground.

She’s being dramatic. Evie is not only my best friend, but everyone else’s too. I think I’ve realized that more this month than I ever have. She’s the rock of the family. The foothold we have to the outside world. She keeps us all grounded. I wonder, now that I’m older, if that’s why Dad and Mr. Paige had become so close. He was Dad’s foothold.

River and Stella both lean against their RX7 and NSX, and Stella’s head jerks back to laugh at something River said, just as Deacon saunters toward them, flashing two bottles of tequila.

Stella shoves him away playfully with another laugh. Deacon is obviously new to them, but he isn’t to me.

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes come to mine. A weak smile falls on his lips as he bows at me, lifting the bottle in the air.

Everything is right in the world in this moment.

War drowns kisses on the top of my head again, and my hand finds his neck, where his new tattoo is inked into his skin. An angel with a skull as her face, and her wings rippling into bone. Creepy.

But perfect. So fucking perfect. My heart explodes inside my chest as his hand slips between my thighs—

The sound of all our phones alerting us interrupts our night and I groan, reaching into my pocket with an eye roll. It’s never a good thing when the parents hit us with a text at the same time. Maybe I should start a damn group chat with them too.

The light of all our phones beam around us, as I read over the same text I’m sure they are.

I’ve completed enough of the translation of the booklet to be able to shed some light. It seems we had it wrong. The initial translations were correct, in the way of the steps you take during the ritual. But the herbs that you took does in fact trigger the curse, just not in the way that we assumed.

We were right in the fact that it takes one soul, but we were wrong in assuming that you would know when you woke from the daze.


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