Semua Bab Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Bab 71 - Bab 76

I woke to the sound of thunder splitting the sky.It wasn’t the kind that came from above. This was something deeper. Older. It rolled through the stone walls like a war drum, vibrating against my bones, whispering something ancient and ugly into the marrow of my spine.The pain in my back was a dull, constant throb. I couldn’t move much without the chains cutting into raw skin, but I lifted my head just enough to feel it....that shift in the air. Like something had entered the pack grounds. Something wrong. Something worse than Magnus.Magic.The scent of it slithered through the cracks of my cell, curling around the base of my spine. Bitter. Coppery. Like scorched blood and something dead left to rot in salt.I knew what it meant before the voices started.I knew she’d come.The witch.I heard her before I saw her. Her footsteps didn’t echo, didn’t drag. They whispered. Like silk dragged across wet skin. The wolves above me shuffled, growled low. Some even whimpered. I could hear Ka

Ember's POV Before it was fully dawn, I suddenly woke up, covered in my own sweat. The fire that burned in the hearth at the far end of the room had died down by now, leaving behind the soft glow of the ashy wood, the thick scent of smoke, sweat and the thick, intoxicating scent of sex hovered the the air, wafting into my nostrils and assaulting my senses in the best ways possible. I lazily tilted my head for my side and almost immediately, my eyes widened with shock. On the bed were blood marks all over, all over me and her. She laid next to me, her eyes shut tightly, mouth parted slightly as her chest slowly heaved up and down. She was barely breathing, from what I could make out. Her hair against the pillow was tangled in a mess, her lips cracked and swollen with dried blood stained at the corner of her lips, ancient neck. The skin on her throat had turned reddish purple from gripping it too tight last night and on her hips were fresh marks of my claws, her thighs bruised too.

Ember's POV I moaned under my breath, turning in my sleep to the light that shone so brightly on my face, as though about me make me blow blind. The sheets underneath my skin felt familiar, although soaked in my own sweat. Every inch of my body ached painfully, making me wince in pain once again. Thankfully, the wounds on my ribs was slowly healing, although as a normal wolf it should have healed completely. But I wasn't normal, no. Not after what I had been put through after returning back to the hellhound pack house. When I tried to shift my body, my thighs subconsciously clenched tightly, making shiver or arludal run down my spine. And my throat? The skin was raw, filled with bite and kiss marks and unspoken promises and I still reeked of his scent mixed with sweat, Zane's. As I tried to get up, the soreness I felt between my legs made my thoughts drift back. Two nights ago was a night I could not forget in a hurry, no. It reminded me of memories I didn't mind reliving for