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His mouth trailed down my jawline, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line over my throat before his sharp fangs grazed the exact spot where his bite mark throbbed over my collarbone. He bit down softly, scent-marking my neck with a deep, possessive pressure that made my entire body shudder under his frame. A breathless cry tore from my throat, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as my hips arched off the ground to meet his heavy, rhythmic thrusts. He pinned my wrists flat against the mossy earth above my head, his pitch-black eyes fixed entirely on my face, drinking in every sound that broke from my lips. His broad frame drove deep, setting a relentless, fierce pace that rattled the glass panel

he whimpered, voice already shaky. Damien paused, one hand stroking down his spine. “Breathe for me, little brother. I’ve got you.” Elias tried to obey, but the moment Damien pushed in another inch, a broken moan tore out of him. “Mmmh—! Ahh… it burns… it burns so much…” “Shhh, I know,” Damien murmured against his shoulder, voice tight with restraint. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more…” He kept going slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was finally buried to the hilt. Elias’s mouth fell open in a long, trembling moan.

ISABELLA 🌸 Five seconds. That was all it was going to take for Damien to lose his control. I watched him battle with himself, his eyes falling on my lips before darting back to my face like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t caught the way his eyes darkened when they stared at me. Or the way his gaze lingered like he couldn’t wait to claim my lips again. “You’ve always been charming, Bella,” he cooed, his hot breath directly on my face. “But I meant every word I said.”

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I don’t even have the time to think about it because sleep has found a match in the gentle rhythm of my breathing. “Next time you tease me like that again, you won’t be able to walk for days.” I smile through the aftershocks and the lull of sleep. “Promises.” And darkness pulls me under. DAMIAN She’s curled into me, soft and warm, and her breathing slow but uneven. The rain has eased into a quiet drizzle now, tapping the windows like a lullaby. The storm may have passed, but the one I unleashed inside her…fuck.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

The bond pulled like a tide, and my eyes followed before I could stop them. Damien Blackthorn stood near the ceremonial fire, surrounded by warriors and high-ranking wolves. His black shirt clung to the kind of muscle that only came from years of training and dominance, sleeves rolled to reveal veins and tanned skin dusted with faint scars. The firelight threw gold over his jaw, sharp and perfect, the faint shadow of stubble making him look even more dangerous. And his eyes — deep, stormy grey — were locked on mine. The noise of the gathering faded into a muffled hum. It was just us, two points in a world that suddenly felt too small to hold the space between. My wolf pressed against my mind

**Warning - This chapter contains dark themes. For those of you who have read the original series, Cole (formally Alexander) Is going to be a lot meaner and a lot darker in this rewrite** Chapter Ten Cole’s Point of View Belle left the room very quickily and soon, it was just me and my new toy. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have big, big plans for her. She’s not going to be just a normal slave, oh no. While I certainly preferred the sexual company of other vampires, male and female, a human offers … warmth that they just can’t provide sometimes.

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)