When Only the Best Will Do

“The fact that I can see your pulse poundin’ in your throat, love,” he purred, and leaned down to give me a kiss. At the last moment, he jerked his head back and licked my nose instead before hopping backwards out of arm’s reach.


Home and Hearth, At Last

Leave behind the greens and browns of the Highlands and take your place by the bonfire. Be a satyr’s girl, for once in your life. Dance under the moon with me, for Equinox?” […]


The Hunt

To be read after this post: https://www.allinthepantheon.com/running-with-the-pack-part-ii/ “If you’ll just sign here, here, and here, Lady Night, and we’ll be all set.” My mortal lawyer and the real estate agents sat around me in my […]


Running with the Pack, Part II

The sober-ish one was screaming, trying to reload his gun, dropping bullets in his fear, and the pungent scent of his terror was thick on the air. He managed to get one shot off, which was a mistake. The bullet didn’t even slow Seamus down – but it did piss the rest of them off. […]