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"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

She is already afraid of me and that is the last thing I would want to do if I want to be in her good book. I sighed again as I did not know what to do. But one thing I know is that I am never letting her go no matter what. I just got her. How am I going to get rid of the fear she has? How am I going to get her to trust me. Most of all, how am I going to make her love. Can she love a beast like me? I know she feels the sparks when we touch. I have seen it in her eyes.

The beast in me was taking over, speeding me so fast she didn’t notice me coming up behind her. I bit into her neck again, laying claim to what I know to be mine. She’s my desire, and with the blood moon out and up, I am not missing my chance to mark her. I pulled my fangs out, licking the wound and kissing the mark, sealing my bond with her. She moaned, falling back on me as her knees buckled from the pleasure that was rushing through. “Shit,” she mumbled, sounding almost drunk off our bond. “You little bitch.”

I want you to orchestrate pleasure for ten people simultaneously if your stamina allows it. “What if I don’t want ten partners at once?” Then I’ll be devastated but I’ll survive. The bond enhances your natural inclinations, sweetling. It doesn’t override your consent or control you. A pause that feels playful. Do you accept this bond? “Yes.” Heat blooms across my lower stomach like someone lit a fire under my skin. A mark appears just above my pelvis, intricate and beautiful. An elaborate mandala of interlocking bodies rendered in gold, glowing softly. Lysander’s presence fades like silk sliding off skin and the third god arrives.

“My dragon and Arden’s wolf could feel that his human side was nearly gone and his animal was becoming unstable.” Shock ran through me as the Goddess nodded slowly, a single tear spilling from her eyes as she spoke. “Yes, he had gained the Curse of the Beast.” She brought her hands up to her chest, looking like she was hugging herself to suppress the pain in her eyes. “He rejected the pull to a Mate I had presented to him, and turned his back on me completely… he wanted you no matter what Bond you had already accepted in your heart and was willing to cut me out of his heart to get what he wanted.”

“The noble and mighty Cathwulf Aibek didn't resort to trickery to get a man… until she turned psycho.” Molten humiliation surged through my veins and rose to the surface of my skin, turning my cheeks hot. Not even the demons resorted to such psychological tactics. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to fight through the cloud of lust that had fogged my good sense. “Beki?” I said into our bond. She cocked her head to the side. “Do you want to spend the night with your mate?” She nodded. “Do me one favor.” Beki pressed her paws against the barrier separating us and panted.

The bond flared violently, intertwining with the surge of lust and power, making their hearts beat as one. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I need you now.” Rylan obeyed immediately, lips crushing hers, teeth grazing her jaw in a fierce, possessive hunger. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the intensity of the bond amplified every sensation—pain, pleasure, desperation, power. The magic between them screamed, roaring with the fire of their connection.

"You have now received your respective identities. You may return to your own territories." The Beast God's voice rang out, and Lydia and I fell into our respective bodies. At this moment, we had just finished forming bonds with our males. Lydia swayed her waist as she walked toward the three beastmen she bonded with. The three males looked at her with intense possessiveness in their eyes. The other males present gazed at Lydia and her companions with envious eyes. But they couldn't compete with these three males at all.

Then he placed kisses down my neck, soothing the slight tingling of my skin, in an attempt to be gentle, but my she-wolf didn't want gentleness. Becca wanted to bond once and for all. She wanted to mark him so that all the she-wolves and women would know he was hers, hers alone, and that instead of terrifying me, incited me far, far more than I imagined. I wanted my scent to replace the scent of cursed Ophelia no matter what the cost. I grabbed a handful of Connor's hair and pushed it down so he would continue his exploration south. But Connor would not comply with my demands, at least not so quickly, but spread my legs wider and then, with his tongue, played with my nipples.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.