Caspian's POVI can't recall ever feeling nervous about talking to a girl. It's always been completely natural, not that I ever had to put in much effort. I'm used to women falling at my feet, so I'm not really sure how to handle this strange trepidation.It's especially odd feeling this way about someone with whom I'm already in a relationship. Perhaps that's why I feel so anxious, I never cared about what happened with those other girls, but this is my mate. Her opinion, her happiness is everything to me.It takes a few minutes for Viviane to answer the door when I knock, and she looks a bit startled to see me. She's dripping wet, fresh out of a shower and wearing nothing but a thin robe. I sweep inside and shut the door before her unvarnished scent can travel to the guards in the hallway, then pull her close to indulge in the delicious scent.My little mermaid squeaks and tenses up when I kiss her. She's wound tight as a spring, her response so tentative I pull back to study her fa

Viviane's POVCaspian undresses me as if I'm a carefully wrapped gift, one whose paper is too lovely to risk tearing. He kisses every new inch of skin he bares, trailing his lips over my arms, neck and shoulders when my top disappears, then working his way down my flat tummy until he reaches the button of my jeans.It's torture, the way he dances around the spots I need his mouth most. He sits on the edge of the tub and turns me away from him to unhook my bra, licking and nibbling down my spine until my knees feel ready to give out.He does the same thing with my panties, rolling them off my hips and devoting his attention to the curve of my hip, the swell of my bottom and the insides of my thighs.By the time I'm completely naked I'm shaking with need. Caspian is still fully dressed, and it feels horribly vulnerable to be so exposed while he's covered up. Then again, from what I've felt through his clothes when things get hot and heavy, it may be for the best that I don't see what's

VivianeI stayed invisible for five years before Caspian, but a few weeks with him and my picture is plastered all over the front page of the newspaper. Nightshade’s Next Luna – Everything We Know About Viviane Belle, the headline reads. What follows is an invasive and alarming article detailing my life, down to the last sordid detail.Luckily Nerissa, Courtney and Amanda seem to have kept their mouths shut about my mermaid identity, but there’s plenty of other information to fuel the city’s rumor mill. James’ kidnap during the pack games, Mordred’s attack and imprisonment, my initial rejection of Caspian – they even have photographs of my old apartment.However the worst part is seeing the close up shots of my shoulder, where Caspian’s claiming mark still burns. The photographers surprised us outside the Pack House on Monday morning when we left for school. Apparently the news was already out and everyone in Asterion was clamoring for a glimpse of the future Luna.Caspian was furious

ChaseAt first I think Kiera is in too much shock to understand what’s happening or process my words. She stares up at me open-mouthed, her poor little heart still racing a mile a minute. She has the most incredible eyes, like molten chocolate. I could stare into them for days.Her body slowly relaxes when she realizes the danger has passed, and I watch with fascination as the fear slowly leeches out of her, only to be replaced by anger. She pushes away from me, and while my instinct is to not to let her go, I also realize we’re lying in the middle of the street. Rising to her feet and brushing gravel from her dress, Kiera glares at me, “finally figured it out, did you?”For a moment all I can think is how adorable she is, glowering at me so fiercely you’d think she was the wolf instead of me. Doesn’t she realize I’m twice her size? Then her words sink in, and my amusement dampens. “You knew?” I demand, pulling her onto the sidewalk.Trying to shake off my hands and failing, she huffs

Caspian“I don’t like this.” I grumble, seated at a high bar next to Chase.“They’ll be fine.” My Beta’s instinct is to balance my aggression, to be the calm voice of reason when my temper flares, so I know his words are well intentioned. But I also know they’re completely false. He doesn’t like this anymore than I do.Viviane and Kiera used every tool in their arsenals to convince us to let them have a girls night out tonight, spending the better part of the week wearing us down until we finally agreed. Of course their strategies were very different.While Viviane went on a charm offensive, batting her eyelashes and pleading so sweetly I couldn’t say no, Kiera chose something more akin to a rein of terror. The mischievous feline has proven no more amenable to Chase’s advances over the last three days than before, though he’s clearly enjoying the hunt. Still, I know it irks him not to have a formal claim on her when she’s going to be out among other males.The girls went to a restaura