LOGINLincoln's POVThis house is peaceful. I really like it here, the quiet lap of the water and the way the light dances on the lake. Despite the fact that there are usually four of us here, it's tranquil and quiet.I stare out over the railing of the veranda, out towards the waterfall. The deep ache in the centre of my chest is momentarily forgotten, until the golden bond connecting me to Zahra twangs painfully, dragging my focus back to her absence.I rub at my chest as Lex grumbles in my mind. I take a swig of my beer, needing to numb myself any way I can.It's fucking nearly lunchtime. They have been gone seventeen fucking hours.What the fuck are they doing?I know full fucking well what they are doing. The bond has been thrumming frequently throughout the night and morning. At first, I couldn't work out what had woken me up, but the flash of arousal seeping into me down the golden thread had me as hard as a rock in seconds. I thought I was having some kind of weird Alpha heat I'd ne
Zahra's POVMy breath comes in short, sharp pants as I lie beside Tobias, both of our bodies covered in sweat after what has to be the most amazing...night and morning of my life.I have no idea what time it is, but I'm finally sated, exhausted, and achy. Every muscle in my body feels used in the best possible way, and Tobias's deep satisfaction hums through the bond. He's tired, sated, and smug as fuck.The awareness of his pride has me grinning."Feeling pretty good about something there?" I ask him, trying to keep the laughter from my voice."You fucking bet I am. I just gave my mate sixteen orgasms, not including the three from last night. I'd say that was a pretty successful morning."I turn my head. He's lying on his back, one arm over his chest, the other tucked beneath his head, his broad chest glistening in the sunlight. He's staring at the ceiling with a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.The smugness rolling through the bond makes me giggle."I'm not disagreeing
Tobias's POVI grip her hips and flip her onto her back in one motion.Her eyes are wide. Lips parted. Pupils blown dark. I hook my arms under her thighs and lift her hips to my mouth the way I’ve been imagining since she first stirred awake.My tongue finds her clit and She cries out. I groan, because fuck she tastes like heaven, sweet and floral and fucking divine.I’ve never done this before, but I’ve watched porn, and I’ve heard my friends go on and on about it. I’m operating on their comments, instinct and on the real-time feedback the bond provides, chasing the spikes of pleasure that spike through her every time my tongue moves a certain way. Broad strokes make her moan. Flickering ones make her gasp. When I seal my lips around that swollen bud and suck, she arches off the mattress and grabs fistfuls of my hair.“There—yes—don’t stop, don’t stop—”I don’t. I work her with my mouth, my tongue dipping lower to taste the slick heat of her entrance before returning to her clit. Her
Tobias's POVShe leans in."I'm not hurt," she says, her breath fanning across my face as she presses her mouth to mine.I pull back."Princess, I can feel your pain," I say as the reality crashes over me again. Fuck, I hurt my mate. Disgust at myself rises swift and hard, fuelled by Thor.She smiles, shaking her head slightly."That's not pain," she says again.I shake my head as I press up onto one elbow."Don't try to lie to me, Angel. I can feel you."She rolls onto her back slightly so she's facing me once more."Tobias," she says as she slides her hand down her chest to her stomach and then beneath the sheet. "I'm not in pain," she says again, her eyes focused on me.Then the feeling shifts. Unfurls. Desire blooms down the bond, unmistakable, impossible to confuse with pain.And I understand.A groan tears out of my chest. Thor surges forward inside my skull, suddenly very awake, his growl spilling into my throat.“That ache…” She trails off, teeth catching her lower lip. Her ch
Tobias's POVZahra's back rises and falls slowly as she sleeps. Her beautiful hair lies draped over her shoulders and across the pillow behind her. One hand is tucked beneath her cheek and chest, her knuckles resting against her chin, while her soft rosy lips remain relaxed in sleep. Every now and then, her eyes move beneath her lids as though she's dreaming.The sheets pool around her waist, but I can still make out the outline of her long legs beneath them, one stretched out and the other bent slightly to the side.Her back is on full display, the scars now pale pink and white compared to when I first saw them all those years ago, when they were still fresh and angry red. They criss-cross over her middle back like a lattice, the skin raised and puckered in several places. A few reach higher towards her shoulders, but most sit beneath her shoulder blades and above the curve of her ass.I long to kiss them, to run my hand over them, learning every line and memorising every inch.Knowi
Zahra's POVHis thigh presses between my legs and I moan without meaning to. The feeling is sublime. He pulls back, releasing my mouth and pressing up onto his arms slightly.“Is this, okay?” he asks. His voice is strained. He gazes down at me.“More than okay.” I pant, needing his mouth back on me. I can absently feel Zanthe wall herself off inside my mind, giving us some privacy, but I can feel her want and desire flooding me as well as my own.He rocks against me once. Twice. The friction sends sparks behind my eyes. The lace drags against my core and I mewl. My hips answer with a rhythm I didn’t know I knew, chasing the pressure, chasing him. His breath comes faster. Hot against my neck.“Zahra.” His hand slides down my stomach. Lower. “Tell me if—”My fingers wrap around his wrist. “Keep going.”His tongue circles my nipple, pert and straining against the lace of my bodysuit. The fabric is starting to feel confining, the lace a little too rough against my heated oversensitive ski
Zahra's POVMy feet sink into the moss. The air presses close around me, thick with an acrid stench that burns the back of my throat. It takes me a moment to understand what is wrong. This place looks like the forest from my old nightmares, the ones that haunted me years ago, yet everything here fe
Max's POV“Can I help you?” a voice calls out.A guy about my height but not as broad approaches. He must be around twenty-five to thirty, it’s hard to tell with wolves, but he looks more weathered than my friends, with a few more lines around his mouth and eyes. He also looks seriously pissed off.
Tobias's POVThe inside of the hospital room is crowded.Nicholas, Aiden, Jasper, Max, Henry, Edwardo, Zach, Xander, Oscar, and Eliot are all squeezed around the bed. Every one of them reacts to my aura in the same way the wolves in the hallway did. They pull back a fraction, necks bared, instincti
Tobias's POVOnce we finish eating, we head downstairs. I find my mother, Kayla, Lotty, and Alice all sitting together in the orangery. A stone settles in my stomach at the sight of Alice’s bright red curls. She is still far too forward with me and it is getting old. Now that she is seventeen, she







