[~❤️CORAL❤️~]“What's the matter?” I ask.Something was off. I can feel it yet I couldn't quite place what it is.Kiara’s gaze catches mine and a sudden chill washes over me—the feeling of wrongness. The look in her eyes has changed. There’s no longer warmth in her bright hazel eyes. It's gone. Stormy and quiet, like the calm before chaos—leaving behind a dark glint that's settled over them.My instinct calls to me. I flinch and slowly step back. A cold wave of anxiety rolls through me when she doesn't respond.“Are you… okay?” I swallow, my voice shaking with dread and something gutting that I can't quite place.Kiara smiles and the low gnawing in my stomach twists with cruelty at her smile. I didn't need to be told. I knew…Something was wrong. Because it all felt wrong. Her smile. Her stance. The wicked look in her hazel eyes that was glinting so darkly it made my heart stomp in my chest.“Of course,” Kiara hisses and even her voice sounds wrong. Vile. “I’m perfect.”She starts to
[~❤️CORAL❤️~] Breakfast was finally done and I could breathe again. To say it was overwhelming is an understatement of the century but it was also the most perfect breakfast I've ever had in a long while and not because it was prepared by me. But because they loved what I made, and they never failed to bring up how much they did every few moments, eating it with so much delight on their faces—every single bite of it—that not even crumbs were left. It was… satisfying to see. It was the first time I had made something on my own, with complete independence and control over everything. There's usually someone watching and helping. But today I decided to take that control and do something new. Something unexpected. It was a feeling I had the moment I opened my eyes this morning and I was glad I followed my instinct to do so. I never thought I’d feel this way about a simple breakfast but they’d made it seem like they were eating food served off the plate of a celestial god. And i
[~❤️CORAL❤️~] “Goddess, you taste divine. I don't think I’d ever get enough of you.” Damian’s voice is rough and full of heat. I flush, hard. And immediately turn my gaze away. “Don’t… say things like that, Damian.” “Why not?” He murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. A shiver rolls through me. “It’s true—” “It’s embarrassing.” I rasp. He chortles, the sound low. “Hmm, is it though?” “Yes.” I hiss “Really?” He muses, his voice dipping, teasing. I turn back to him with a glare that’s more flustered than furious and slap the back of my hand against his chest. “Damian!” He laughs, catching my wrist before I could pull away. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he says, smiling. He releases my wrist. “You’re just too irresistible not to tease.” Then he leans in and places a soft kiss on my temple. The simple gesture melts my insides and I sigh, a pout puckering my lips as I stare at himand that smug smile im his face. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but then the sound of s
[~❤️CORAL❤️~]My body feels hot as Raegan slowly devours my mouth. A soft moan escapes me at every soulful kiss.And it burns, with passion and hunger—for me—and it feels like I’m floating on a cloud of endless bliss. My body’s not my own and it’s growing with need with every drawn-out kiss.Is this what being kissed by one’s mate feels like? And it isn't as though this was the first time but it still feels like it, every moment our lips collide.But the sound of someone clearing their throat in the background brings me back to the real world. Jerking at the sound, I pull away from Raegan but there’s not much space to break away from him when he’s still holding me securely in his arms and I hear Raegan’s growl before he pulls up a bit and shoots a glare towards the kitchen’s entrance.My face, however, erupts like a hot pot when I see Damian and Rune standing by the doorway of the kitchen.A smug smile on their faces.“Well, that was a sight.” Damian comments.He leans casually agains
[~♥️CORAL♥️~] “I was wondering where you were when I didn’t feel you in bed this morning,” Raegan’s deep, silky voice fills the soothing quiet of the morning. I turn with the mixing bowl in my arm at the sound of his voice but then a flush rushes onto my face when I see his physical state. He’s shirtless. A tall hunk of deep golden tan muscles leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. “So this is where you were.” He states calmly. His snow-white hair—a high contrast, yet beautiful, to his darker skin tone—is tousled, in the charmingly imperfect way. His gorgeousness is suddenly blinding. I have the sudden urge to lick him up—wait, what?! I didn’t just have that insane thought about him, did I? What does that even mean? “You’re staring, Moonbeam. I can almost hear your thoughts. Though, I don’t have to, not with that look on your face.” His words coax me out of my head and I blink. “Wh–What? I don’t have a look on my face.” I stutter, looking everywhere but at Raegan. I h
[~♠️RAEGAN♠️~] A soft knock on my door drives me out of my thoughts. “Um, Raegan?” Her sweet voice fills my senses, lighting a warm spark in me that courses through my being. My head swings up like a loose hinge as it lodges off my knuckles and I see her at the doorway. Her head barely pokes in through the opening of my office door, her soft wave of red locks curtaining the sides of her face. “Moonbeam.” I mutter, still slightly taken aback by her presence. “Can I come in?” She asks softly. “Sure.” I smile, slowly getting off my seat. But she hesitates, standing at the threshold. “Did I disturb you?” “Of course not, you’re never a bother, moonbeam. Come on in.” I respond, almost reaching her before she walks in, closing the door behind her. She rests against the wooden panel, unmoving until I reach her. For a moment I forget to breathe. Even in a simple nightdress she looks ethereal. Her fair skin is a subtle glow that makes it appear glass-like and her ha