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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

he asks with such amusement I can't help but nod. My fingers have a mind of their own seems how they roam over the tattoos on his chest and down to his stomach. The lions and crowns, stars and skulls, fire and mountains. They all line his body perfectly and I can't draw my eyes away. "Keep looking at me like that Baby girl and it will end with us on your bed. Naked and you looking at me with lust-filled eyes" "I never did thank you for helping me today. Well, yesterday so thank you"

Our son’s soft sounds drifted from inside, a perfect blend of innocence and the fire that had created him. The dark romance that began in that stormy kitchen so long ago had reached its eternal conclusion, not an ending, but a beginning without limits. I was my stepbrother completely: his lover, his stepsister, the mother of his children, his filthy obsession and his deepest love. In this hidden world we had carved out, we would keep breeding, keep claiming, keep burning brighter with every passing year. No regrets. Only endless, consuming fire. I pressed a kiss to the tattoo of my name over his heart and whispered the truth that bound us forever: “I’m yours. Always.”

“I’m going to have to agree to the fucking tattoo she wants me to get.” “She wants you to get a tattoo?” I asked. This was news to me. Kam sat up and nodded. “It’s one of the things she likes from her books. When two wolves mate, they bite each other and leave a mark on the base of the neck. She wants to get matching tattoos since there’s no magical healing in real life.” I had to laugh at that. “That is so, I was going to say ridiculous, but it’s actually kinda cute! Are you that serious about Rose?”

- It only builds certainty that I crossed the sea of rot to see the beauty of your darkness and Giacomo, I should be scared, I should run but I promised not to lie to you anymore and the truth is, I crave their pain just as much I wish to be the only one chosen to be in hell by your side. I let the startled sigh escape at the ravenous touch of his lips against mine, our eyes open in silent agreement expressing each of our truths. The hard truth is that I was seized by desire at the first touch, at the first look, and even if his darkness is greater than that of my tormentors, it is a darkness that I want to be consumed, something that burns under my skin, settling like the traces of yours. t

The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them. THE MATE BOND! I felt the bond, I felt it too..but this ? This didn't make any sense, rhis couldn't be right. "You're beautiful, Ara," Kael said again, still running his fingers through my hair, he was smiling at me with Nathan's face and it was the softest, most genuine smile I'd ever seen on those features. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. My eyes were burning and I knew they had to be turning

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I just saw a angel and crushed on him, and now a devil am I crushing on? I look away from him, to the wall. Just at the last moment to rejecting staying in this room, I see different picturesque sketches of book covers and at the far southern side is a small shelf, loaded with romantic books, of different sub-genres. I am fantasied already, and warmed. I feel cozy suddenly. The tattooed guy is a lover of books. "Did you make those, uh?" I say when I get to his front, forcing him to blink up at me. He's slide off the headphone.

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”