All Chapters of Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Chapter 320 — Adrian's POV“You’re going to be the first one,” I whispered. My voice was rough, a low rumble against her inner thigh.I shouldn't have said that. The challenge, even muffled, made her shift. Her movements on my mouth became more erratic. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the cradle of her thighs. Her scent was strawberries and heat. Seraphina was wet, soft, and tasted exactly like sin.I needed to focus, to pull myself back from the edge. But my body was a coiled spring. I was determined to bring her over first. It was a stupid, prideful battle, but I had to win this one.My tongue swept a firm, quick path, zeroing in on her most sensitive spot. The vibrations from my muttered curse shot straight into her pleasure center.Seraphina’s breath hitched. I felt the light pressure of my shaft in her mouth as she swallowed, a small sound that shot a lightning bolt through

Seraphina’s POV“You like that, huh?” I gasped out the words, gripping my arms tighter around Adrian’s neck.I lifted my head to meet his mouth. He leaned down, expecting a kiss. Instead, I sank my teeth into his lower lip. The sharp pain was real, and I tasted the salt of his blood, but I didn’t regret it. Not even a little. He was a feisty alpha, and I matched his energy.He drove his hips forward, a slow, deep move that stole my breath. I was right. The slight curve of him hit exactly the spot it was meant to. He was made for me.Adrian pressed his palms flat onto the mattress, taking his weight onto his arms. The height gave me a perfect view of him. He looked like some kind of fierce, ancient god, all muscle and sharp angles. But his eyes were what held me. They were dark, locked on me, full of an intoxicating mix of lust and possession.Normally, I kept my eyes squeezed shut, wan

Mabel's POV“Are you saying I influenced her?” I asked. I still felt shaky from being in the lake, but Zane's questions made me forget the chill.Zane nodded once, his eyes dark with serious thought. "That's exactly what I'm saying, kitten. And the fantastic part is that you don't even know it's happening. You’re natural."I leaned back against his arm, the soft duvet under my head. My brain felt like a knot. I'd just finished telling him everything I could remember about what happened with Max and Seraphina in the water, but it felt like nothing."There's not much to go on," I admitted. "I wish I had an on-off switch or a replay button. When I talk about it, everything sounds like a bad dream."He shook his head, looking down at me. "I saw your eyes, Mabel. They were glowing with a silver light. And it's not the first time people have bowed to you." He paused, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Do you remember telling Seraphina to c

Lydia’s POV“Is it time for dinner?”The word tasted dry on my tongue. I rubbed my eyes hard, the neon 'Motel' sign outside burning a red imprint onto my vision. It took a long, slow moment for the world to settle. We were not at the Stonebrook Pack yet. We had stopped moving somewhere dark in Oregon, and the air was thick with the scent of old gas and pine.I was cramped in the back seat. My brother, Tristan, was slumped beside me, his headphones a wall between us and the world. Up front, the sweet, heavy scent of Victor—my rejected mate—was a constant, maddening presence. And the worst part: Wendy was in the passenger seat. My ex-best friend, who was now my father’s mistress and the woman who slept with the man I should have married. A perfect road trip from hell.We had left the Silverwood Pack after lunch, much late

Lydia’s POV“Are you sleeping?”Wendy’s voice was quiet, drifting into the stale motel air. I lay still on the bed, my eyes squeezed shut. I was great at pretending to be asleep.“I brought you food.”That second part worked like a key in a lock. My eyes snapped open. I was starving.“What did you bring?” I asked. I had stormed out of the diner earlier. It was a good dramatic move, but it left my stomach empty. The cheap motel didn’t have room service. I had been planning to drink a gallon of water until morning. I hadn’t wanted to speak to Wendy, but if she had food, I would take it.“I packed your burger and fries,” Wendy said. She stepped fully into my view. “I got extra ketchup packets, and I added a chocolate milkshake. Tristan and Victor and I all had one. It was the best part of dinner.”I watched her set down the styrofoam clam