All Chapters of The First Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xavier Ugh, shit - that smell. Rose's blood was sweet, intoxicating and alluring - but the silver that stained it made my lungs burn and my eyes sting, a swell of unconsciousness threatening to take me. I kicked the shattered door that blocked half the doorway, the wood splintering into the bathroom as I sent out a mental alarm. Shifter fight - girl's bathroom, B Floor! Half of the stalls were destroyed, water spraying from a broken faucet and Rose's blood painted the walls like a sick mosaic. Anyone who came in here that wasn't use to it.... Fuck, Jordan boobytrapped the fucking place. I sneered, seeing through the chaos, hearing the roar of Dane. They exploded out of a pile of rubble, Dane stumbling back with a high-pitched yelp I wasn't use to hearing from him. My eyes landed on a large gash on the side of his silver fur, blood staining it and dripping violently to the floor below. It sizzled and burned, reeking of silver. I turned, claws brandishing

"You little Brat," Xav growled, his voice holding more arousal than heat, easily pulling Rose off me. "I told you to get changed, not seduce Dane." I groaned, rolling my eyes at him as I sat up, which he ignored, scowling down at Rose. She blushed, her legs wrapping his waist naturally as he cradled her in his arms. "I'm sorry," she pouted, her eyes widening and her lashes fluttering like an adorable spoilt brat. "They sound so similar." I hide my smirk, Xav growling at her and leaning down to nip her nose. "Brat," he rumbled, dipping just enough to capture her lips in a chaste, but heated kiss. He pulled away before he looked ready to, pressing another kiss to her forehead and set her on her feet. "Go put some damn clothes on before I make Theo regret dressing you like that," he growled. She scowled at him. "How would you even do that?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips like she wasn't five-foot nothing compared to Xavier's mountain-esque build. I almost laughe

Jordan That perfect little cunt. I snarled, leaning back into the leather couch, the dark room swallowing my growl and I held up the small vial of ruby liquid. All of this - for three vials. Two already mixed into product, but it wasn't enough. Not even for a personal supply. I needed more. I had to find a way to get her back - as long as we were out of Sparrow Falls and her marks stripped, the mutt and the pussy couldn't touch us. So they could mark her, breed her for all I cared - there was ways to fix that and all it did was break her in for me. But, right now, I needed more of her blood. Another growl ripped through me, my thoughts scrambling with searing pain as I pressed the bloodied rag into the large gash on my ribs with my other hand. "I need to get more," I said aloud, my voice echoing through the house, knowing he was here somewhere. "I didn't think the bitch had a fucking gangbang for backup." A coldness swept through the house, the shadows da

[Theo] My claws curled around the steering wheel, Dane sitting quietly beside me from the passenger seat, his hand curved over his lips as he stared out the window in thought. The Council lights bled into the background, soon being swallowed by the canopy of trees that lined the roads as we drove. The car was silent, besides the soft hum of the engine, it didn't even sound like we were fucking breathing. I'm not sure I was - I felt like I'd been holding my damn breath since we fucking left. Though, it was hard to breath without Rose around, like the air wasn't good enough without her scent laced in it. Fuck - the memory of her in her cute silk blue pajamas, smiling on Xav's lap while he fed her. The way the shine in her blue eyes dulled the moment she saw Dane's cloud with a mind-link. The look she gave me when we were getting into the car - dinner half eaten, our mate probably feeling abandoned by us. Again. I could feel her worry through our bond - the gentle,

[Xavier] — Wet. Fuck. I'd barely touched her. Yet, her alabaster thighs glistened with her slick, spread around leg still knelt on the edge of the bed. I could feel the heat of her core, see the small pool she was creating beneath her. She was vision of perfection, my little submissive Brat, kneeling before me like the most tempting offering. I smirked at her, reaching out to grasp one of her braids by the small beaded end. I twisted my hand, curling the silky strand into my fist. Her eyes widened and her breath caught, a moment of fear, of memories that didn't belong here, flashed. But, her eyes locked with mine, sealing her in the moment, reminding her I was safe and her body bent to me as I gently pulled her towards me. Like a moth to a flame, she was as drawn to me as I was her. I needed her like I needed to fucking breath. Like without her, my heart had no reason to beat and my cock had no reason to exist. They were meant for her. Her scent hit my