LOGIN"Mine.""You're the one it's written about." His thumb traced a slow circle on the back of her hand. "I don't want Kieran and Caspian reading it over your shoulder and making it into a war before you've had the chance to understand what it is. And I don't want them carrying the weight of it before you do."She wanted to argue. It rose in her throat, the old reflex of a woman who had spent most of her life being told what she was and what she was for. But she could hear the difference in his voice. He wasn't deciding for her. He was offering her the choice first, the way he'd promised her in the hospital wing, when she'd still been half-drowned in medicine and fear."Aldric," she said slowly. "He told me to bring him anything about the prophecy before I told anyone else.""Then that's where it starts.""And Lysandra?" She looked down at the parchment again. "She's still in the archives. She's alone with it.""She's been alone with things for three hundred years," Alaric said dryly. "I
Elara woke to grey light and the scent of woodsmoke.For a moment she didn't move. She lay still beneath the heavy blanket, listening to the house settle around her. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. Somewhere below, a door closed softly. The bond hummed in her chest, warm and full, and beneath it she could feel the three of them like points of heat scattered through the Shadowmere walls.Kieran was still asleep. She could feel him through the bond, his breathing slow and even, one arm still heavy across her hip. He had not let go once all night. Even in sleep, his body was curled around hers like a wall.She turned her head carefully, so she wouldn't wake him.The space beside her was empty.Not cold, though. Someone had been there and left recently.She sat up slowly, pushing the hair out of her face, and her gaze found the window seat.Alaric sat there with his back against the stone frame and one knee drawn up, a cup of coffee cooling in his hand. He was still dres
Up. Down. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room. Her breasts bounced against his chest, her hair swinging, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders for something to hold. He was so strong, so effortless, using her body like it weighed nothing, and the helplessness of it, the total surrender, sent heat ripping through her."You feel that?" he rasped. "Every inch. Every fucking inch of me.""Yes!" she sobbed. "I feel everything....Kieran, it's too much....""Is it?" He slowed, lifting her agonizingly high again. "Tell me to stop."She couldn't. The words wouldn't come. She shook her head wildly instead, and he laughed, dark and breathless, and slammed her down again.The pace broke into a relentless rhythm. Lift, drop, lift, drop, each stroke harder than the last. Her cries turned ragged, then desperate. Her thighs burned. Her pussy was so sensitive, so swollen, that every thrust sent a fresh wave of overwhelming sensation crashing through her."Please," she gasped. "Please, Kieran,
Kieran looked at her and then he steped back by two steps and Elara nearly cried for him to come back.He looked at her from where he stood and said. "Show me what you were thinking about just now before i entered."She should have been embarrassed. Instead, heat flooded her, pooling low in her belly. She let her head fall back against the tile and slid her fingers through her slick folds again, slowly, deliberately, while his gaze devoured every movement."Fuck," he breathed. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now?""Tell me.""Like mine." He crowded closer, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside her head. "Like every filthy thing I've ever wanted, dripping wet and begging to be ruined.""I'm not begging." Elara said.His smile was pure wolf. "Not yet."He caught her wrist and pulled her hand away, and before she could protest, he brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. His tongue swirled around each one, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt t
Elara moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the feeling of Alaric's cock slipping out of her as she rose from his lap.He growled....a low, rumbling sound of displeasure at the loss of contact. His hands gripped her waist, trying to keep her close, but she was already pulling away.She adjusted her shirt, smoothing it down over her thighs, a casual gesture that somehow felt incredibly sensual. Then she turned back to him, blew him a kiss, and started walking toward the door."Wait," Alaric said, his voice rough. "Now that you've used me to satisfy your urge, you're just going to leave like that, tesoro?"Elara paused at the door and looked back over her shoulder, a smile playing at her lips."What?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement and seduction. "Well, I can do that, can't I? And what are you going to do about it?"She turned fully to face him, leaning against the doorframe with deliberate casualness."Will you agree to fuck me again if I ask you to?" she continued, her haz
She pulled back and looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes."Then die happy," she said, and before he could respond, she was standing and straddling his lap, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.Alaric grabbed her hips."Slow," he commanded, his voice rough. "We're going slow. I don't care how much you want it faster....we're going slow, or I stop right now.""Fine," Elara agreed, because she knew he meant it. And because slow with Alaric was still incredible.She positioned herself over him and began to lower herself onto his dick.The stretch was intense.....even prepared by foreplay, even with her body's heightened responsiveness, taking him was always an exercise in patience. But it was the good kind of intense. The kind that made her feel full and claimed and absolutely alive.She sank down slowly, inch by inch, until she was seated fully on him, her body adjusting to his size."Okay?" he asked, his hands still gripping her hips, his entire body tense with the effort of
Elara:Elara's brain had officially stopped working.There was no other explanation for why she was standing in her grandmother's backyard, pressed against the naked chest of a man who had been a wolf sixty seconds ago, while more howls echoed through the forest like something out of a nightmare.T
The mate bond, which had been humming quietly in the background since he'd caught her scent, suddenly snapped into place with the force of a lightning strike. It roared through him, white-hot and all-consuming, burning away every thought that wasn't her her her MINE.Kieran's vision went white.His
Alaric:Alaric had faced down rival packs, survived assassination attempts, and watched his father die in his arms.But sitting across from this tiny human woman who was glaring at him like she wanted to set him on fire was somehow more unsettling than all of that combined.The cottage was small, t
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.Elara's lungs forgot how to work."What?" she managed."The mate bond," Kieran said from behind Alaric. He sounded almost... apologetic? "When you touched me....when the bond snapped into place....it bound you to all three of us. You're our mate, Ela







