Taylor began to ease himself in, his eyes fixed on Andriel’s face, reading every flicker of expression. His desire to be inside Andriel was overwhelming, a fire raging in his chest, but he held himself back, moving slowly to keep from hurting his partner. Andriel felt a sting of pain, figuring it was just part of his first time, but the urge to keep going was stronger. The intimacy, the connection with Taylor—it was intoxicating, every moment laced with pleasure. He shivered as Taylor’s hand worked him, stroking in rhythm with his careful thrusts. The dual sensation, the stimulation from both places, sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through Andriel’s body. Taylor sensed Andriel starting to relax and pressed in a little deeper. He paused, giving Andriel time to adjust to the feeling of him, all while his hand kept up a gentle, teasing rhythm. After a moment, Taylor began to move, a low groan of pleasure slipping from his lips. Andriel was so tight, and being inside him dro
Taylor released Andriel’s thumb from his mouth, closing the distance between them. His lips found Andriel’s neck, trailing kisses downward as he slowly sank to his knees. Andriel’s breath quickened, his pulse racing as Taylor knelt before him, his gaze provocative, brimming with intent.“Never done this before,” Taylor said, a hint of caution in his voice, “so if it’s not good, let me know.” With that, he wrapped his hand around Andriel’s straining erection and took him into his mouth.A deep groan tore from Andriel’s throat as Taylor’s lips closed around him, the warm, wet pull driving him wild. Taylor’s tongue glided over his sensitive skin, teasing the tip, sending shocks of pleasure through Andriel’s body, each movement pushing him closer to the edge.“Like this?” Taylor asked, pulling back just enough to flash a wicked grin.“You’re doing it *damn* well,” Andriel rasped, his thumb brushing across Taylor’s lips, still slick from their work.Taylor’s grin widened, and he dove back
The rain drummed against the cabin’s windows, filling the silence as Andriel and Taylor locked eyes, the tension between them thick enough to choke on. Taylor decided it was time to speak plainly, just as Hugo had suggested, meeting Andriel on equal ground.“You really want to talk about motives and obligations?” Taylor said, his voice rising as he followed Andriel, who had started to pace. “The reason you’re so pissed about me getting hurt—twice now—is because you’re scared of losing your little charm here, right? Isn’t that all I am to you? The guy who keeps you from losing your mind? That’s why you’re so terrified I might end up dead?”Taylor’s words came out sharp, almost shouting, and as soon as they left his lips, Andriel whipped around. In a flash, he shoved Taylor against a piece of furniture, the impact jarring Taylor’s back against the wall. Outside, Hugo caught the sounds of their scuffle and, worried the other Lycan might overhear if they kept arguing, sent him off in anot
Rain began to pour, drenching the battlefield as the fight raged on. The rogue wolf who had attacked Andriel and wounded Taylor—their leader—lay dead. Realizing the battle was a lost cause, the remaining rogues who could still move turned tail and fled into the forest.Brian, seeing Taylor’s injury and the enemy’s retreat, barked orders to capture any rogues still alive. He hung back, approaching his brother. Daimon locked eyes with Frost, unsure whether the fury etched across Frost’s face was directed at him or sparked by what had happened to him.“I can get up,” Daimon muttered, his voice rough. “The bite’s deep, but it’s not stopping me.”His words only stoked the fire in Frost—and Andriel. It felt like Taylor was pushing him away again, just like he had in the forest. Andriel’s mind flashed to Brian’s earlier words about their bond.“Can’t I worry about you? Can’t I take care of you when you’re hurt?” Andriel said, his voice tight with frustration. “It’s like you only let me touch
Stella stood by one of the massive windows, her gaze fixed on the horizon, worry about Brian etched into her expression. Perla swept into the room and, spotting Stella standing there, didn’t hesitate to speak.“What are you doing, just rooted to that window?” Perla’s tone was sharp, almost accusatory. “Shouldn’t you be making yourself useful?”Stella turned, meeting Perla’s gaze as the older woman stood with her arms crossed, radiating disapproval. Brian had warned Stella not to let his mother push her around, but facing Perla head-on still made her stomach twist.“I’m just worried about Brian and the others at the border,” Stella replied, her voice soft but steady.Perla’s lips curled into a dismissive smirk. “You seem to forget who my sons are. They don’t need your fretting to handle a few werewolves. Don’t forget—your kind is weaker, inferior.”Stella’s chest tightened, but she held her ground. “I know we’re not as strong,” she said quietly, “but Brian’s my mate. I can’t help but w
After his heart-to-heart with Brian, Andriel took a quick shower, his mind set on finding Taylor. He needed to know if Taylor wanted to take things further, to see if the spark between them could ignite into something more. But as he approached the door, Hugo intercepted him.“Sir, we need to talk about the wolves that trespassed on your lands. They’ve been spotted at the border again.”Andriel’s plans shifted instantly. With a curt nod, he followed Hugo toward the study. Taylor, fresh from his own shower and still buttoning up his shirt, overheard the exchange. His mind jumped to the conclusion that Andriel was heading out to confront the rogue wolves. Without hesitation, he decided he should go along.Taylor wasn’t used to sitting idle in a room. Back in Philip’s pack, he’d been active—patrolling, taking on tasks, always moving. He loved letting Daimon run free, the thrill of racing through the forest, the wind whipping past. This was his chance to feel that freedom again.“You real