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Elowen’s POVThe silence that enveloped us after our shared kiss was thick with unspoken desires, the air between us charged with a potent energy that hummed beneath the surface of our skin. The only sounds were the soft crackling of the dying fire and the frantic rhythm of my own heart, echoing the insistent thrumming in Alaric’s chest beneath me. His hands, still cradling my face, trembled almost imperceptibly, a subtle betrayer of the carefully controlled composure he usually wore.His eyes, those molten silver pools that seemed to see straight through to my soul, burned with an intensity that both thrilled and intimidated me. They held a depth of emotion that mirrored the complex tapestry of our shared history – years of unspoken longing, quiet devotion, and a fierce protectiveness that had always been a silent language between us.I sat straddled in his lap, the heavy fur blanket a soft barrier beneath me, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of my borrowed tu
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Elowen’s POV The firelight painted the scene with a primal intimacy, casting long, dancing shadows that intertwined our naked bodies on the thick fur rug. Alaric’s breath hitched as my gaze drifted lower, a silent invitation to shed the last vestiges of restraint. His molten silver eyes, no longer guarded, burned with a raw, untamed desire that mirrored the insistent thrumming in my own veins. My hands, emboldened by a newfound intimacy, moved with a slow reverence, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest, the tautness of his abdomen, the faint tracery of scars that whispered tales of battles fought and survived. Each touch was a silent exploration, a deepening of the connection that bound us. He watched me, his gaze unwavering, a low groan rumbling in his chest as my fingers finally reached the buckle of his belt, the small click echoing in the hushed room like a starting gun. His hands tightened on my hips, a silent plea for me to continue this intoxicating dance. With trembling
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Alaric’s POV The first rays of dawn, pale and hesitant, crept through the library windows, painting soft streaks of light across Elowen’s sleeping form. She lay curled against me, her head resting on my chest, her breath soft and even against my skin. The remnants of our passionate night still clung to the air, a heady mix of our mingled scents and the faint aroma of dying embers. A profound sense of peace settled over me as I watched her sleep, her usually fierce features softened in slumber, her lips slightly parted in a gentle smile. The weight of her in my arms felt like a privilege, a tangible manifestation of a desire I had held captive for so long. But the quiet contentment didn’t last. A familiar restlessness stirred within me, a deep-seated need to touch her, to feel her skin beneath my fingertips once more. The memory of her boldness last night, the uninhibited desire in her eyes, fueled a fresh wave of longing. As if sensing my gaze, her eyelids fluttered open, her emer
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Elowen’s POV The warmth of the shower cascaded over my skin, washing away the lingering stickiness of our passion, but doing little to quell the lingering heat that still simmered beneath the surface. Alaric stood behind me, his hands gently soaping my back, his touch both familiar and newly intimate. The silence between us was comfortable, filled with the unspoken language of shared pleasure and a burgeoning tenderness. Every now and then, his lips would brush against my neck, a silent reminder of the night we had just shared, sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. Afterward, wrapped in thick, fluffy towels, we made our way to the dining hall. The aroma of freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon, and strong coffee filled the air, a stark contrast to the heady scent of our lovemaking that still clung faintly to our skin. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the bustling activity as the others broke their fast. My heart did a little flutter as I sp
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Elowen’s POVThe unspoken tension from breakfast clung to the air as we made our way to the training grounds. The usual camaraderie felt muted, replaced by a subtle awareness of the shift in our dynamic. Alaric walked beside me, his presence a solid, comforting weight, our hands occasionally brushing against each other, a silent reassurance passing between us. Theron walked slightly ahead with Ranon, their conversation low and serious, their usual banter absent.The training yard, usually a place of vibrant energy and playful sparring, felt subdued. Even the younger trainees seemed to sense the undercurrent of unease, their movements less boisterous, their laughter less frequent.We paired off as usual. Alaric and I found ourselves facing each other, the familiar rhythm of our movements a comforting anchor amidst the lingering awkwardness. His gaze, though intense, held a tenderness that hadn't been there before, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy we now shared. Our practice was
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Elowen’s POVHe finally turned back to face me, his silver eyes shadowed, his expression a carefully constructed mask of indifference that didn’t quite reach the raw vulnerability I had glimpsed earlier. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the gesture betraying a hint of the inner turmoil he was trying to conceal.“What do you want me to say, Elowen?” he asked, his voice strained, the words clipped and precise. “That seeing you with Alaric… that it doesn’t affect me? That it doesn’t feel like a knife twisting in my gut?” The carefully constructed mask finally cracked, revealing the raw hurt beneath.My heart twisted at his words, a fresh wave of guilt washing over me. I hadn’t meant to cause him pain, but the complicated reality of my feelings seemed to inevitably lead to someone getting hurt.“I didn’t… I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Did you not? Because it certainly looked like you mea
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Elowen’s POV"I really love you, Elowen. And I can't live without you even for a moment." The raw honesty in Theron’s voice, the quiet acceptance of a painful truth, cracked something open within me. The dam of guilt and confusion that had been building for days finally broke, replaced by a surge of conflicting emotions – a deep affection for the man standing before me, a shared history that ran deeper than blood, and a profound sadness for the undeniable shift in our connection.Without conscious thought, I reached out, my hands finding the familiar contours of his face, my fingers tangling in the damp strands of his dark hair. And then, I kissed him.It wasn’t a kiss born of rekindled passion or a sudden surge of romantic love. It was a kiss of acknowledgment, a silent understanding of the profound bond we shared, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that had opened between us. It was a kiss filled with a bittersweet tenderness, a poignant expression of the deep affection that wo
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Elowen’s POVThe first rays of dawn painted Theron’s room in hues of soft rose and gentle gold, illuminating the lingering warmth in the air and the peaceful stillness that had finally settled between us. I stirred in the tangled sheets, a soft smile gracing my lips as fragmented memories of the previous night flooded my senses.It hadn’t been the easy, familiar comfort I often found in Theron’s presence, nor the tender, profound intimacy I shared with Alaric. Last night had been different. Raw. Intense. A desperate, almost primal claiming that had somehow, paradoxically, felt like a deeper form of connection. It was as if, stripped bare of pretense and unspoken anxieties, we had finally touched a core of shared vulnerability, a fierce, undeniable bond that transcended the shifting tides of our romantic entanglements.I remembered the burning intensity in his silver eyes as he’d locked the door, the possessive hunger in his kiss that had chased away the lingering sadness. It wasn’t a
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The Triplet's Bullied Mate I love this version of you, Ranon.
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb sinking towards the horizon, cast long, dramatic shadows across the secluded sparring field nestled behind the ancient stone walls of the academy. Golden rays, thick and warm, bled across the soft, yielding grass, painting the familiar landscape in hues of amber and rose. The other students, their energy spent after the rigorous combat class, had long since scattered back to the relative comfort of their quarters, but I had lingered, my body still thrumming with the residual adrenaline of earlier matches, and my heart… still a tangled mess of conflicting emotions that the physical exertion hadn’t quite managed to unravel.“I knew you’d wait.”The deep, familiar timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly.Ranon stepped out of the long shadows cast by the ancient oak trees bordering the training ground, his presence as always both silent and undeniably solid. His dark training shirt clung to the sculpted lines of his torso, damp w
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Tempting offer, little witch. Very tempting indeed.
Elowen’s POVThe echoing halls of the academy pulsed with the raw, untamed energy of morning, a palpable hum of anticipation and nervous excitement as students streamed towards their respective classrooms. Today was combat day, a stark reminder of the volatile world we inhabited, where grudges often manifested as bruises and the subtle dance of flirtation could ignite into something far more dangerous, far more real. The sharp, metallic scent of steel mingled with the faint, musky tang of sweat already permeating the air, a sensory cocktail that spoke of both discipline and potential violence.I walked with a deliberate stride between Alaric and Theron, their presence a comforting, possessive shield against the curious and often hostile gazes that followed me like persistent shadows. Ranon trailed a step behind, his movements fluid and silent, a dark, watchful presence that lingered even when he didn’t utter a single word. The other students parted as we moved through the crowded corr
The Triplet's Bullied Mate If it is, I officially vote we cancel it.
Elowen’s POVSunlight, a gentle intruder, seeped through the delicate weave of the sheer curtains, painting intricate golden patterns across the rumpled expanse of the bed. I stirred slowly, my muscles pleasantly relaxed, the lingering warmth of three strong, possessive bodies anchoring me to the soft, yielding mattress like invisible tethers.I was cocooned in a comforting heat – Ranon’s muscular arm slung possessively across my waist, his fingers splayed against the curve of my stomach, a silent claim even in sleep. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a deep, reassuring sound that filled the quiet room. Theron, ever the early riser, wasn’t physically touching me at the moment, but his lingering scent, a heady blend of spice and something uniquely his own, still clung to the sheets and pillows, a potent reminder of the passionate hours we had shared. I could still feel the phantom warmth of his demanding kisses from the night before, the way his touch
The Triplet's Bullied Mate And without hesitation, he filled me, his length stretching the aching walls, hitting the spot Ranon had barely grazed..
Elowen's POV His grip tightened, and his hips bucked forward, hitting the back of my throat, and I moaned, the sensation a delightful mix of pleasure and pain. Alaric shifted forward, his lips closing around the nipple that Theron had been neglecting, his fingers teasing the other. Theron kissed my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and his hands slid across the front of my panties, gently rubbing, the pressure eliciting a new wave of desire. Then Ranon tightened his grip on my hair, and the world blurred, his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure straight to the aching apex of my thighs. I moaned, a sound he clearly felt, and a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips thrusting more forcefully, hitting the back of my throat again and again, the sensation pushing me closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building between my thighs. A familiar hand cupped the front of my panties, and a second later Theron ripped
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Ranon gently guided my hands upwards, a wordless demand that I obey....
Elowen's POV “I want to mark you, Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Not just with a bite, a physical claim. I want the world to know, unequivocally, that you are ours. That you belong to us, body and soul.” My heart raced, a thrill mixed with a sense of profound belonging coursing through me. “Then… show me, Ranon.” He captured my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue seeking entry, exploring the warm cavern of my mouth with a gentle insistence. Then a second pair of hands slid across my chest, his thumbs finding the sensitive skin beneath the swell of my breasts, and my breath hitched. Theron. His fingers gently lifted my shirt, a low, approving growl sounding from his chest when he saw the black lace of my bra. Then he pushed the fabric further, his calloused fingers finding the taut peaks of my nipples and tweaking, eliciting a low moan from my throat. My senses were overloading, every nerve ending coming alive, the intoxicating scent of sa
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Not just with a bite, a physical claim.
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb of amber and gold, had just begun its slow descent below the jagged horizon, painting the western sky in fiery hues that bled into soft violets and deep oranges. The tall, arched windows of the triplets’ private quarters, a sprawling suite they had painstakingly personalized, cast long, dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, the flickering light resembling the hushed whispers of old magic, secrets stirring in the very fabric of the mansion. I stood before the crackling fireplace, the warmth radiating against my back doing little to thaw the lingering tension that still coiled within me like a tightly wound knot after the day’s unsettling events.They hadn’t spoken much after Caelum’s unexpected appearance in the combat hall. Not in explicit words, at least. But their silent communication had been deafening. The way they walked closer to me than usual, their bodies a constant, protective presence; the unwavering intensity of Theron’s gaze, barely
The Triplet's Bullied Mate She doesn’t need a fourth mate.
Elowen's POVThe next morning golden sunlight, fractured by the delicate weave of the gauzy curtains, painted shifting patterns across the dark wooden floors of our shared bedroom, finally settling in warm, inviting pools on the soft, rumpled sheets tangled around my limbs. For a few blissful, stolen seconds, cocooned in the lingering warmth of their bodies and the faint scent of their skin, I managed to forget everything—the rigid rules of the academy, the ever-present hum of latent magic, the unseen threats lurking in the shadows, the hushed whispers that followed me like a persistent echo. All that registered was the steady, comforting warmth of a muscular body pressed intimately against my back.Ranon’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his calloused fingers splayed against the soft skin of my stomach, a silent claim that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a reassuring presence in the quiet roo
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Let me taste you, little star. Please.
Elowen's POV When his thumb brushed the thin, soaked fabric of my panties, a strangled whimper escaped my lips, a sound raw with need. The ache between my legs intensified, a sharp, insistent throbbing that demanded his touch, their touch. “Gods, you’re so wet, Elowen,” Ranon muttered against my skin, his breath hot and ragged against my inner thigh, the possessive observation sending another shiver of anticipation through me. Then his finger slipped beneath the delicate edge of the fabric, gliding with exquisite slowness over my slick, swollen heat, and I couldn’t help the involuntary moan that spilled from my lips, my head falling back against the cool, rough stone of the rooftop as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure shuddered through my core. Ranon groaned, the sound low and guttural, a primal rumble that vibrated against my skin, his fingers stroking against me with a teasing gentleness that left me trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming for more. “I want
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You’re trembling, little star.
Elowen’s POV The cool night air, sharp with the scent of distant rain and damp stone, pressed in around us, no longer a chill but a warm, endless cocoon, isolating us from the rest of the sleeping Academy. Above, the celestial canvas was a breathtaking spectacle, the stars spun in dizzying, intricate patterns, a thousand tiny, silent witnesses to the beautiful, chaotic storm raging within my heart. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, a slow, consuming fire ignited by their nearness, their unwavering gazes. Surrounded by them—Alaric’s steady, grounding strength, Theron’s consuming, passionate fire, Ranon’s wild, untamed hunger—I was drowning in the magnetic pull that bound us together, a force both terrifying and exhilarating. And I didn’t want to be saved. I yearned to succumb, to be completely consumed by the intensity of our connection. I wanted to drown in the depths of their devotion. “Look at me, little star,” Theron whispered, his voice a rough, urgent rasp that r
