33 Days, Make You Mine! Novels & Stories

My wolf cries inside me, a mournful sound that echoes through my chest. But I force myself to brighten. Force myself to sink into this moment instead of mourning the one that hasn't happened yet. We have thirty days. That's more than I had yesterday. More than I thought I'd ever get. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it has to be. "Can we at least pretend?" I whisper. "For tonight. For thirty days—pretend to be the most nauseatingly in-love pair in the world." Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine.

"We drive to your place, you pack up, and then you spend four days with the man who can’t seem to get enough of you." His lips hovered over mine, his warmth seducing every fiber of my being. My body softened, surrendering too easily. "Deal?" he prompted, his voice smooth, coaxing. I pretended to consider. "Three days." He smirked. "Baby, you’ll be begging to stay longer." And the worst part? He was probably right.

“Take all of me.” I wrap. My ankles lock behind his back. He drives into me – the full weight of his body, the full length of his cock, and the angle lets him go impossibly deep. I feel him everywhere. His hands on my face. His cock in my cunt. His mouth on my mouth – kissing me while he fucks me, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his hips. “Who do you belong to?” he says against my lips. “You.” “For how long?” “Thirty days.”

His eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together, and vertical wrinkles appeared between them. "Well, that's quite a plan, Dimitri, but if you think for one second that I'm going to just sit back and watch you turn Thirty years of my life into scrap or some kind of garage sale, then you are sadly mistaken. I have told you, I can get my company out of this mess, I just need to get that contract"

I whispered. “For?” “One month.” He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped. “Try again.” “I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin. He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair. “No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.” I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.

“What did she do to me?” “Oh honey, she only numbed your mating mark. To your male, you are perfectly fine and where he last saw you, but to you, he is not in existence, like you don’t even have a mate at all,” the woman smiled. “But don’t worry, it’s not a forever something. Since it was cast by Medlyn, it would only last three days. However, I hope to achieve my aim before that, if not, I will use mine and mine lasts months, even years. So no matter what you do, don’t annoy me otherwise you will be stuck here with me for eight months to five years. Depending on my mood when I cast the spell,” she giggled.

He finally said after thinking for a while. “You’ll date them for thirty days” The room was quiet, Lucien seemed to be thinking for more than a moment. “That’s absurd,” he said. “Yes.” “It’s childish.” “Completely.”

“Let them hear what I do to you.” The sound I make is his name, broken in the middle, and he groans against my throat and says that’s it, keep going, and his fingers work me open until my knees give and I am holding on with everything I have. “I’ve missed this,” he says. Rough. Against my jaw. “Missed having you like this. Since the bet I have been going out of my mind.” His fingers push deeper and my head falls back against the wall. “Ninety-three days. You have no idea what ninety-three days of this has cost me.”

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

Her sharp blue eyes glints against the light. “Yes, you could say that. I have a preposition for you.” I say calmly, and there's a tint between her forehead as she processes it all in. “You will be my girlfriend for ninety days, that's approximately three months, and we can forget all about the debt that your father owes me, better?”