LOVE BITES

Valkhara

when the towel hit the floor so did my last shred of self-control.

I should’ve run. Should’ve slammed the door and locked it behind me. But the look in their eyes? That unhinged, starved heat? It rooted me to the floor like my legs forgot what fleeing meant.

Azric’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted like he was tasting my thoughts. Because he was.

And Sevrin? He didn’t even pretend to be calm. His chest heaved with every breath, muscles tight, jaw locked like he was holding back a war.

“You don’t want this,” I whispered to myself, lying to all three of us.

Azric’s smile was wicked. “That’s funny. Because your mind is screaming otherwise.”

I lunged to slap him.

He caught my wrist mid-air and spun me so fast my back hit his chest. “Still pretending, Valkhara?”

“Fuck you.”

Sevrin was already moving.

He crossed the room in two steps, hand at my throat, fingers gentle but firm—just like before.

“You want this,” he said low. “Say it.”

“I—”

“Say it.”

Azric brushed his lips against my ear. “She wants to say yes. She’s just scared how loud she’ll scream.”

I tried to twist away. Sevrin pushed me back against the wall.

His mouth crashed into mine and I shattered.

Azric dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my thighs with hands that shook with restraint.

“Let us have you,” he said.

“You already do,” I breathed.

Then Sevrin lifted me off the ground, carried me to the bed, and threw me onto the furs like he was claiming territory.

They were done waiting.

And so was I.

Sevrin stripped first, every inch of him carved from rage and hunger. His cock was already hard, already leaking. He climbed over me like a predator, bracing one hand beside my head and the other sliding down my thigh until he yanked my legs apart.

“You think you’re in control?” he growled.

“I was hoping.”

He plunged into me without warning.

I cried out, back arching, nails digging into the furs.

He fucked me with nothing but fury—grinding deep, slamming in harder every time I moaned.

“You ran,” he snarled, biting down against my shoulder—but not hard enough to mark. “You fucking ran.”

“I came back.”

Azric sat in the chair beside the bed, licking his bottom lip. Watching.

She wants your hand around her throat again, he murmured through the bond.

Sevrin growled and did just that—wrapping his hand around my neck, not to choke, just to hold. To claim. My hips bucked and I keened, losing myself in the rhythm of his rage.

He was close. I could feel it.

“Do it,” I gasped. “Come inside me.”

He roared as he thrust one last time and bit.

Not to mark—but to drink.

His fangs sank into the curve of my breast, just above my heart, and the second he pulled blood into his mouth—

I exploded.

The orgasm hit like fire. Like a spell. My whole body seized, screaming as I pulsed around him and he spilled deep inside me.

Azric stood.

“Move,” he said.

Sevrin growled but obeyed.

He slid out of me, still panting, still licking blood from his lips. Azric took his place between my legs and didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

He pressed inside me slowly filling the space Sevrin left, groaning when I clenched.

You like this, he whispered into my head. Being taken. Being used.

I whimpered.

You want me to bite you too.

“No,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

And then he leaned down, lips brushing mine, eyes glowing violet—

And bit my nipple.

I screamed again, the pain shooting straight to my core as his mouth latched on and sucked.

It was different than Sevrin’s bite.

Worse.

Better.

The blood he took dragged me under with him. My body shook, pleasure rolling through me in hot waves that never stopped.

He drank until my legs trembled. Until my vision blurred.

Then he fucked me like he wanted to leave fingerprints on my bones.

My nails dug into his back. My thighs wrapped around him. He whispered every filthy thought I’d ever had about him straight into my brain while his cock slammed into me like punishment.

You think about us both. You want to be used. Filled. Ruined.

“Shut up,” I gasped.

Then stop fantasizing about being bent over while Sevrin holds your wrists and I fuck your throat.

I shattered again.

My scream was hoarse. My body drenched in sweat and blood and semen and magic.

Azric came with a grunt, still buried inside me, still drinking from my nipple as he spilled every last drop.

Then silence.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t think.

Until something snapped through the bond.

Tight.

Jealous.

Enraged.

I gasped as it slammed into my chest hot and wild, like a shadow storm screaming through me.

Someone's watching.

Someone's angry.

Sevrin’s head jerked up.

Azric went still inside me.

I could feel him.

The third one.

The final mate.

And he had felt everything.

"That shouldn't be possible" said Azric "The third mate.. he could feel all that even though the bond hasn't been completed with him!"

"What the fuck." Sevrin said eyes big

"How strong are YOU?" Sevrin asked..

And just then I could feel Azric sift through my mind looking into my memories.. some that belonged to my ancestors not even me.. his eyes blanking out... I tried to resist him but gave in because we needed answers..

"She is way fucking stronger than we could have imagined, and when you add that, with our magic, powers, and strength... FUCCKKK Sevrin.. we can't let the council know how strong this bond is. They will see us as a threat." Azric said.

I just huffed and went and got into bed. This shit is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep if I am going to be able to kick some ass tomorrow.