LOGINBlake's POV:Then he leaned in and licked a broad, filthy stripe over my hole.“Fuck!” My back arched hard. The sensation was overwhelming. Hot, wet, intimate. He did it again, slower, circling the rim with the tip of his tongue before pressing inside just slightly.“You’re still open from earlier,” he murmured against my skin, voice wrecked. “So pink and slick. Looks like I really used you.”“Alex,” I moaned, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. “Don’t say it like that.”“Why not? It’s true.” He licked again, deeper this time, fucking his tongue into me with lazy thrusts. “Taste like me. Like us. Fucking love it.”I was panting, cock leaking steadily onto my stomach. Every swirl of his tongue sent sparks up my spine, mixing the lingering ache with sharp pleasure. He ate me out thoroughly, humming and groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, one hand holding my thigh open while the other stroked my cock in slow, teasing pulls.“Feels so good,” I babbled. “Your tongue, Al
Blake's POV:The east wing suite was wrapped in deep, quiet darkness when I woke. The flowers still scented the air, softer now, almost sleepy. Alex’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. For a long moment I just lay there, letting the bond settle around me like a second skin. Steady, content, humming with the low thrum of satisfaction that came from being thoroughly claimed.I tried to shift onto my side to face him and immediately regretted it. A sharp, deep ache flared through my ass, making me hiss between my teeth.“Fuck,” I muttered, freezing in place.Alex stirred behind me, voice rough with sleep and already laced with amusement. “Problem, Silver?”“Don’t you dare laugh,” I warned, but my voice cracked on the last word as another twinge hit when I tried to adjust my hips. “I can’t even tilt without it feeling like you split me in half again.”He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my back. One big hand slid down my side, gentle b
Selene's POV:He looked up, eyes blazing with love and lust. "Thirty years of longing, Selene. Earlier I could only steal moments, always fearing we would be caught. Now I have full rights as your husband. I will love you until you fall asleep in my arms, and when you wake, I will start again." His voice was thick with emotion.I laughed fully then, the sound light and joyful in the beautiful room. "You are insatiable.""This is it," he said, smiling up at me as he continued lavishing my breasts with attention. "I want you to laugh and smile only, my love. No more pain. Only this." He captured my lips again in a deep kiss, then trailed down my neck, sucking marks that would linger. His mouth moved lower, kissing across my abdomen, tongue dipping into my navel until I shivered. "Gregory... aah..."He knelt fully on the soft carpet before the bed, pulling my hips to the very edge. He parted my thighs wide, kissing the sensitive inner skin with reverence. His lips traveled upward, teasin
Selene's POV:Our night got busier due to packs' things to wrap. The dawn after the wedding, Gregory had surprised me completely. Instead of staying at the Silver Mansion or heading straight to the main Thorne estate, he had taken my hand after our quiet departure and led me through a winding path into the southeast reaches of Thorne territory. "I built this for us," he said simply, his voice carrying that steady warmth I had loved for decades. "Thirty years of waiting deserved its own place."The villa was nestled among ancient pines and rolling hills, a private sanctuary that felt both grand and intimate. The bedroom suite was the heart of it, a fantasy woven from stone, wood, and magic. High vaulted ceilings arched overhead, inlaid with soft glowing crystals that mimicked starlight even in daylight. The centerpiece was an indoor swimming pool, fed by a natural hot spring, its waters shimmering with a faint ethereal blue glow from submerged runes that kept the temperature perfect an
Blake's POV:The east wing suite was quiet when the door closed behind us, but the bond between us was anything but. It hummed, warm, alive, insistent. Maya’s flowers were everywhere: white roses and deep blue night-blooming jasmine arranged in low vases that caught the soft lamplight. The bed was turned down, the sheets impossibly soft, the kind of luxury that felt almost too gentle for what was about to happen.Alex turned the lock with a quiet click. When he faced me, his eyes had already gone dark.“Come here,” he said, voice low.I crossed the room slowly, letting him pull me in by the hips until our chests met. His mouth found mine immediately, hungry, not careful. The kiss tasted like the champagne from earlier and something sharper: need.“You’ve been thinking about this,” I murmured against his lips.“Every second since you said you wanted me inside you without anything between us.” His hands slid under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. “You have no idea what that did to
Blake's POV:The reception had the specific energy of people who had been through something enormous together and had arrived somewhere worth celebrating and were not going to waste a single moment of the arrival.The Silver Mansion dining room had been transformed. Long tables. Good food. The kind of noise that built when everyone present had history with each other and the history was mostly good and the parts that were not good had been resolved or were in the process of being resolved.Alex sat beside me at the main table and his hand was on the table between us and I had my hand over his and neither of us was performing anything for anyone.The bond was warm between us.That was the thing I was still adjusting to. The specific warmth of it sitting in my chest, present and constant, not demanding attention but available, the way good things were available, there when you reached for them and not requiring you to reach.I could feel Alex's contentment through it.He was happy.Actu
Blake POV:The forest does not feel the same tonight.It is quieter. Too quiet.The kind of silence that presses against the ears instead of resting around them. Even the leaves seem to pause as Alex and I step into the clearing. Moonlight filters through the branches in pale strips, cutting the gro
Lyra’s POV:The academy bell rings sharper than I remember.It echoes across the courtyard and settles into my bones. I pause at the edge of the training grounds, fingers curled around the strap of my bag. The stone beneath my boots feels cold, solid, real. Midnight Academy has not changed much in f
Alex’s POV:The academy does not sleep after blood is spilled.It only pretends to.Morning comes, but the air feels heavy. Like the walls remember what happened last night. Like the ground still holds the echo of claws hitting stone. I walk through the corridor slowly, my steps careful. My ribs ach
Alex’s POV:Even though Blake's wolf is calm, his breathing is wrong.I notice it the moment I step inside my dorm room. The air feels heavy, like something is pressing down on my chest. Blake is standing near the window, his back stiff, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles look pale.“Blake,” I







