First smutty scene of the book... what did you think?
Mina POV - “You know I don’t know where I’m going, right?” Mina grumbled as the familiar prickle of Alastor’s gaze danced up the back of her legs. “I know, but I can’t resist the view.” She didn’t have to look behind her to know exactly which part of her body had his attention. Her skin reacted to his gaze as fervently as his touch, tingling with a need to close the gap between them and feel the heat of his body against hers. She had only noticed the new feeling while they were walking, its presence a testament to their developing mate bond. The more she was around him, the more drawn to him she was getting. She couldn’t deny it, and had no inclination to either. If they didn’t have to move on, she wasn’t sure she would’ve even let him leave their shelter that morning. A deep satisfaction had welled within her when she woke in his arms, a pleasant ache between her thighs. Though Mina remembered what they had done last night, she didn’t know where her confidence had come from. It
Mina POV - Her cry was piercing, slicing through the air, fuelled by the depths of her soul. The enemy wolf stopped in its tracks, all eyes turning on her. Alastor included. He recovered first shouting at her to run and she did just that. She abandoned her escape and charged towards him, shifting as she did. The enemy growled at her, warning her back, but two fast slashes from the silver blade had them revert their attention to the danger in front of them. Mina watched, pushing her legs forward as they lunged for Alastor. He dodged and swiped again, but wolf instincts were hard to challenge. His attacks missed and left him off balance and open. Claws, that glinted with the last embers of the evening light, slashed across his chest with such force he staggered back into a tree, his feet giving out. Mina growled low in her chest as the enemy veered back to attack again and barged into its chest. It fell of course, crashing into its comrade, giving her a brief moment to look at Alasto
Mina POV - Roman Lynn. Mina hadn’t heard that name in years, and only whispered behind closed doors when no one thought she was listening. Him and his family were pariahs, a disgrace and an embarrassment to the Clear Blue pack. Their names were never uttered in front of the Luna and, as time went on, they were forgotten. She couldn’t feel the same anger towards the Lynns. They were banished for failing to protect the Luna’s unit, but it was hard to feel sorrow for wolves she had never met. Even her fathers. Her mother felt that rage for both of them, swiftly cutting off the family that had protected Clear Blue for generations, and replacing them with the Hayres. Despite the rumours that kicked up, no one knew where the Lynns had gone, or so she had thought. Alastor clearly did. Her heart ached thinking about her mate. His wounds were bad, and the silver in his system only made them worse. She wanted to be at his side, to help him, but the Lynns were taking care of him. Mina had
Roman POV - He looked older. It had only been a few years since Roman had last seen Alastor, but maturity had strengthened his features. He hadn’t even recognised him at first glance, though his battered bloodied body on the floor, a growling Luna guarding him, wasn’t the reunion he had expected. He was days from his Twenty-fifth birthday the last time they spoke, both knowing it would be a while until the next visit. Clear Blue must’ve kept him busy since then. It wasn’t a surprise. Alastor was the heir of the Hayre family, next in line to lead the pack’s warriors. He was a great one himself, but that was no great surprise either, not when Roman had helped to train him. It had been a long few years with no word from Clear Blue. He only got brief snippets of information when trading with the nearby packs, nothing of any depth. It was a sign the Hayres were doing a good job protecting their pack, he supposed. The last news they heard was of Williamina planning to take a seat at cour
Mina POV - Roman held her gaze, a depth to it that resonated within Mina. Warmth spread through her chest like liquid sunshine, fanning out through her body and coaxing a smile to her lips. It brushed away some of the exhaustion, some of the worry, leaving a lightness she hadn’t felt in days. One look couldn’t fix everything, but it made her feel less alone. In a strange place, away from her home, with Alastor recovering, it was nice to have someone else standing with her. An unexpected support that came at just the right time. Alastor’s fingers twitched, jerking Mina’s attention. His brow was furrowed, trying to rouse from his sleep, fighting against the exhaustion, pain and drugs that kept him under. She smoothed her thumb over his forehead, letting some of her pheromones slip free. A sigh escaped parted lips, easing him once again, but she was sure it wouldn’t be long before he tried to wake again. Not when his last memory would’ve been the attack. “He’s a stubborn one.” Roman
Mina POV - Mina couldn’t sleep. Exhaustion drew her eyes closed and Alastor’s steady breaths attempted to lull her to rest, but her mind was awake. Roman’s suggestion hadn’t left her since he had said it. It wasn’t like her and Alastor hadn’t grown close since their bond developed, but the thought to complete their bond had been far from her mind. So much else had happened since they found out about their connection. Marking each other didn’t seem like a priority when they were fighting for their lives. However, now Roman had mentioned it, it was all Mina could think about.Her bite on Alastor’s neck, feeling his canines bury into her flesh, the silvery half-moons they’d wear forever to show their commitment to their bond, to show they were claimed. The thought of him wearing her mark made her insides warm, it made her long for it, need it. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it felt right. From the flutter of her heart to the pang of desire in her core, it felt right. She wante
Mina POV - His promise echoed on her skin, chased by a flurry of kisses that worked across her jaw and down her neck. Mina moaned, her head lulling back to offer up her throat. Alastor greedily accepted. His lips worked over her skin as if they were desperate to taste every inch of her. They traced the length of her neck and across her collarbone, hungry, needy, fuelled with the same passion that burned within her. It was red hot, combusting from a single flicker of heat in a matter of moments, like they had been two tinder boxes waiting to collide. Mina hissed when he sucked her flesh between his teeth, his soft nibble sending sparks of excitement directly to her core. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, squeezed her legs tighter and drew him close enough to blur the line between them. It still wasn’t close enough. She needed to feel the heat of his skin, feel it move against her own, shred every thread of fabric keeping them apart. Alastor’s lips stopped at her colla
Mina POV - Her stomach churned at the patches of blood staining the grass and climbing the tree, marring the beauty of the wood. Mina turned her back to it, taking a breath to remind herself that Alastor was okay. She had left his arms little more than an hour ago and, apart from his need for a bit more rest, there was no hidden pain or lingering difficulties in his smile. It was a lazy grin, still lopsided from their night together. If the memory of him wrapped in their sex scented sheets wasn’t enough to quell her unease, the little thrum of the mark on her neck was. She felt her mate's presence like invisible threads wove between them, his heartbeat making them hum beneath her skin. “Are you alright?” Roman asked, moving to her side. His attention flickered behind her, a dark veil shadowing it. “We can go back. You don’t have to be here, Williamina.” “Do you think my disposition weak, Roman?” She let him fumble a reply before she smirked and eased his worries. “We gathered some