Todos los capítulos de Luna Rising: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

SerenTime didn't just slow down. It shattered. Lucian's body jerked as the silver blade drove through him, and then he was falling like a tree cut at the base. The thud of him hitting the ground seemed to echo forever. "Lucian!" The scream tore out of me, raw and jagged, shredding my throat on the way up.Alexis, that strong, sassy warrior who hadn't broken even after weeks of torture in the cells, made a sound I'd never heard before. It wasn't a warrior's cry. It was devastation. Large, gut-wrenching sobs that stabbed straight to the heart.I didn't think. I moved. Enemies still circled him, weapons and claws raised and ready. Someone lunged, aiming for one final blow. Power exploded around me, in me, through me. A violent shockwave burst from my center, tearing through air and earth alike. The ground trembled beneath my feet. The air rippled visibly, bending like heat over asphalt. Bodies flew. Two dozen warriors were ripped backward as if struck by an invisible wall, slammed int

SerenThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and broken promises. Bleach and sterile air tried to smother everything else, but beneath it, faint and fragile, I felt him. The bond is there, thin and fraying, connecting me to my mate. Duncan’s alive. He’s alive. He has to be alive. The chant rolled through my skull in rhythm with my pounding heart, a mantra as I raced to find my mate. Every step felt too slow, too loud. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, buzzing against my nerves. I could taste copper and fear at the back of my throat.The doors to the ICU wing swung open before I could touch them.“Seren.” Luna Catriona’s voice broke on my name.Suddenly I was wrapped in warmth. Her arms, strong and sure, folded around me. The scent of wild heather and moonlight clung to her, and for one weak second I almost collapsed into her like a child. My knees wobbled.“Oh, Goddess,” she whispered, pulling back to cup my face. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the bruising along my jaw, a

Duncan

Duncan

GideonShe flashed a brilliant smile. “Absolutely! I’ve been waiting years for this.” She brought her mouth to mine, our lips and tongue dueling, a prelude to what was coming next. I unsnapped her jeans, and she shimmied her hips, slipping out of them and the black lace that matched her bra all in one go. I sat back, taking her in. “You’re gorgeous.” It came out husky, filled with the desire coursing through me. I kissed a trail from her bosom to her bellybutton, then moved lower still. I lowered myself slowly, not in hunger now, but in reverence. She trembled beneath me as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way closer with deliberate patience. I wanted her undone before I ever touched her where she ached most. Wanted her begging. Wanted her certain. When I finally tasted her, my tongue swiping her from entrance to clit, she cried out. Soft at first, then sharper, her fingers tangling in my hair as if she needed something solid to hold on to.She tasted swe