All Chapters of THE THIRD MATING: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

LYRA:“Good morning!” Cole chirped, snapping me out of my imagination of the dream I had just had.He must have spotted my eye open but unfocused.I sighed, looking him in the eyes. “Good morning,” I answered. “Were you able to get any sleep?”“Nah, don’t bother yourself about me. I’ll be fine.” He smiled as he stood up from the stone.I sat up. “Bothered about you? I am not bothered about you. I am bothered about myself. If something comes up, you won’t have the strength to protect me. Not that I care about you at all,” I said, raising an eyebrow and folding my hands.“But the sounds you made… the way you whispered my name last night?” He smirked. “That was something else entirely.”He glanced back at me. “Come on. We don’t have time for this. We need to move, now.”He pushed through the curtain of leaves and kept walking.My feet stayed rooted.Heat roared up my neck and burned across my cheeks.Did I… actually say his name like that? Out loud?I stood up quickly, following behind.

THIRD PERSON POV:He pushed in slowly, inch by inch stretching her, filling her completely. Lisa’s head fell back. A long moan escaped her throat. He stayed still for a moment, letting her feel every thick inch of him buried deep. Then he started to move.Long, deep thrusts at first. Each one pulled almost all the way out, then sank back in until their hips met with a soft slap. He watched her face the whole time, loving how her lips parted, how her eyes fluttered shut.He sped up gradually. Harder. Deeper. The desk rocked under them. Papers slid to the floor again. Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks. He growled low in his throat and flipped her over suddenly.Now she was bent over the desk, breasts pressed to the cool wood, ass in the air. He gripped her hips and thrust back in from behind, harder this time, no mercy. Each stroke hit deep, making her cry out. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight ci

LYRA:“But why are we going the opposite direction to the bay?” I asked as we walked. My legs were tired, but I kept up. The sun was hot on my skin.“All I saw out there was endless water,” Cole said, pushing a big leaf out of the way. “I thought maybe we could find something else on the other side.”I looked back. The sound of the river was far behind us now. Trees blocked everything. “Other side of what? This place feels like it never ends.”“I sincerely don't know what's at the other end, but it is better we find out.” Cole stated as we kept walking.He then stopped, his eyes scanning left and right.After a while, the trees started to thin. The ground got flatter and grass grew taller. I could see farther ahead.Then I stopped.“Wait,” I said, as I pointed. “What is that?”Up ahead, through the last line of trees, there was smoke. Thin gray smoke rising straight up. Not a forest fire. It looked like cooking smoke. Like someone had a fire going.Cole stopped too. He sniffed the

RONAN:We got to the place the river was just as the sky started to turn gray.From afar, the waterfall roared loudly, throwing mist into the air. Silas stopped the car near the edge. We stepped out. The ground was wet and slippery from the spray.Two men stood there already, and the authorities were all over the place.I spotted the guard. The other wore a dark jacket. He held a phone like the one who called me. They both looked up when they heard our footsteps.The guard stepped forward fast. His face was pale.“Master Ronan,” he said. His voice shook. “I… I’m sorry.”I walked closer. My fists were tight.“You left her,” I said. “You said she told you to save yourself. But you ran.”Philip looked down at his boots.“I deserve to be punished, and I won't forgive myself if Lyra doesn't make it,” he confessed.I sighed.“What happened before you drove off the cliff?”“We were attacked by some men in a van. They shot Jackson, and out of panic, I drove the car into the water. The current

RONAN:I woke up with my face pressed into wet sand, sunlight hurting my eyes and my head pounding like someone had hit it with a hammer.I pushed myself up slowly and groaned because every muscle felt bruised and sore.Silas lay a few feet away, face down and still, so I crawled over, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him hard until he coughed, spitting out water, and rolled onto his side, gasping.“You okay?” I asked, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand.“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he muttered.We looked around. A small white-sand beach curving into thick jungle. Blue water everywhere. No falls, no sharp rocks, just calm birds and wind in the trees.Silas sat up, holding his ribs.“How the hell did we survive that drop?”“The current carried us out,” I said. “Same as it did Lyra. This has to be the island.”He pointed inland, where thin gray smoke rose straight up through the green like someone was cooking.“Smoke means there must be someone.”My pulse kicked u