Masuk“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.” Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips. “Julian—!” Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him. And
Almost. His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact. His cock was rock har
Julian kissed her—long, slow—then began to move down her body with unhurried intent. His mouth traced her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, his tongue lingering at her nipples until her breath caught and her body lifted toward him. He gave each one a slow, careful tease before sinking lower, settlin
Julian swallowed. His voice came low, precise—controlled because it had to be. “Tell me you’ll stop me if anything feels wrong.” Kaelani’s hands slid to his face, palms warm against his jaw. “This could never feel wrong,” she whispered. A tremor ran through him—more urgency than softness, more aw
For a beat, he didn’t move. Like his body had forgotten how to function beyond the single fact of her in his arms—warm, wrapped around him, mouth still swollen from the kiss, eyes steady and sure. His throat worked. His hands tightened on her—one firm at the curve of her ass, the other sliding up
She hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his. He led her out into the living area, the soft music from the record player filling the space as he guided her into position. Gently, he lifted her arms, settling them around his neck, his hands finding her waist with quiet certainty. “Jus
Kaelani woke with a gasp, the dream clinging to her like fog—his scent still lingering, pain hollowing her chest. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her hands gripped the sheets, her throat tight with the words she hadn’t spoken. Her lashes fluttered. A tear slipped down her temple, soaking into the pi
Julian didn’t hesitate. “Well, one Fae did… with a Lycan.” He let the words hang for a beat. “My mate’s powers awakened a few weeks ago… and she unknowingly teleported into the Fae realm.” Sebastian shifted, interest flickering behind his sharp gaze. “And how exactly do you know she ended up the
The vampire led them down a shadowed corridor, where the walls shifted to polished black marble veined in crimson. The double doors at the end were tall—arched, lacquered black, and inlaid with intricate silver filigree. When they opened, the room beyond whispered of old wealth and older power. La
They were led down a narrow hallway, the walls seeming to close in with each step—tight, dark, silent. Their bare feet padded over cool stone. Ahead, two towering double doors loomed at the corridor’s end—black, rimmed in gold, and pulsing faintly like a muffled heartbeat. Julian felt the vibratio







