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The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates Channeling.
KaiBy the time we make it back to the house, the sun is high, and my body is aching in the best possible way. Layah walks between Dylan and me, tucked under both our arms, and the bond between us hums like it’s alive. Like it’s feeding off the warmth in her laugh, the brush of her fingers along ours, the echo of last night still lingering on our skin The moment the front door creaks open, peace is shattered by Nanna’s voice booming from the kitchen.“There you are! I swear to the Gods…”She rounds the corner, a flour-dusted wooden spoon in one hand, then halts mid-step. Eyes. Narrow. “What. In the name of fire and bone… is that?”I blink. “What?”She jabs a finger toward my neck. “That, boy. The glowing claw mark painted on your skin like it was left by a rainbow-drunk war god.”Layah stiffens slightly between us, but I squeeze her hand. "It happened last night. When we… when we mated.”Nanna’s already crossing the room. She grips my jaw, tilting my face this way and that, examining
The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates Chosen By You.
The fire’s burning low now, casting soft golden light over the tangle of limbs and blankets. Dylan breathes slow and steady against my shoulder; his hand still wrapped around mine over my chest. Kai lies behind me, propped slightly on one elbow, his fingers tracing lazy shapes down my spine. None of us speak at first. The silence is full but not heavy. Sacred. I close my eyes and let myself be. No running, no masks, no resistance plans, just the quiet rhythm of their bodies around mine, the steady thud of their hearts syncing with mine like a lullaby. Kai breaks the silence first.“Something’s different,” he says quietly. His fingers still on my back. “I felt it when you… when you came with Dylan.”My breath hitches, but I don’t move. “Different how?”He shifts closer, brushing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Like the bond clicked into place. Fully. Like I could feel both of you at once. Emotions, breath, everything. But that’s not supposed to happen unless…”He trails off, as if the th
The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates Mark Me.
Kai shifts beneath me, sliding his fingers free with a gentle kiss to my chest, and Dylan catches my waist, steadying me as I rise onto my knees. My legs tremble, but not from fear. From need. Dylan’s hands roam up my thighs, worshipful, before he move my hips to guide Kai inside me. The stretch makes me gasp again, this time louder, and Kai groans as my body slowly sinks down around him.“Gods, Layah…” he mutters, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs stroking my skin like he’s grounding himself through me. I roll my hips slowly, adjusting, feeling every inch of him. It’s overwhelming,the fullness, the warmth, the way I fit so perfectly around him like I was made to. Like he was made for me.Dylan leans forward, his mouth brushing my shoulder as he whispers, “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”He runs his hands up my belly, cupping my breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks between his fingers as I start to move. Kai meets each shift of my hips with a slow thrust upward, matching my
The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates I Want This.
I shouldn’t be here. That thought hums under my skin, even as the fire crackles in front of me and warmth radiates from both sides of my body. Dylan’s laughter still lingers in the air like something sweet, and Kai hasn’t stopped watching me, not in a possessive way, but in a way that says you matter. I should be running. Pushing them back. Guarding what’s left of the soft parts inside me. Instead, I’m here. Sitting between them on a blanket under the stars, firelight kissing my knees, and for once, I’m not preparing to fight. I’m just… existing and fuck, it’s terrifying.But when Dylan leans against my side, his shoulder brushing mine, I don’t pull away. When Kai shifts slightly closer, resting one hand behind me like a quiet tether, I don’t flinch. Their presence is grounding, like I’m a tethered balloon that’s finally stopped tugging against the string.I swallow thickly and whisper, “I don’t know how to do this.”Dylan’s head tilts toward me. “Do what?”“This.” I gesture vaguely t
The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates Nothing Between Us, But Time.
KaiShe’s going to leave. I know it like I know my own heartbeat, steady, inevitable, and completely outside my control. She’s terrified of what it means to stop running and I get it. I’ve lived my whole life among creatures bred to kill and trained to follow orders without question. For most of them, softness is a weakness. Love is leverage. And vulnerability? That’s just a clean kill shot waiting to happen. Layah didn’t come here asking to be protected. She came here already half-broken, but with purpose, with strength and drive. I don’t want to hold her down. I just want to give her something that makes staying worth it...even if she still leaves.I lean back in the chair near my library, elbows on knees, watching the last sliver of orange fade behind the hills. There’s something about dusk that makes truths harder to ignore. Like everything softens enough to let your fears bleed through. What if she doesn’t come back after this week? What if we’ve already had all the time we’re go
The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates They Will Remember This.
The training field is sun-warmed and buzzing with energy. It’s nothing fancy, just a packed-dirt clearing near the hellhound housing quarters, surrounded by jagged black stone and the occasional patch of dry grass, but to us, it might as well be a palace courtyard. After months of hiding in forests, fighting in ruins, and sleeping under magically camouflaged trees, this is luxury. Our group is loose and laughing, a handful of us stretching, others already circling up for sparring. Nick’s barefoot, conjuring little flames between his fingers like a magician showing off at a party. Jordan is talking shit to a hellhound almost twice his size, pointing at the practice blades like he’s already won. I’m sitting on the edge of a boulder, pulling my hair up into a messy knot, when I catch the first look. A hellhound, young, maybe my age, watching us from the edge of the field. Not with distrust but with curiosity. It’s happening more and more. Every time we laugh. Every time we spar with each
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