Fated Hands Lori Ameling Novels & Stories

He leaned over her, their faces still close, breaths shallow, eyes locked in that charged space between tension and release. ‎ ‎Caroline’s body arched beneath him, drawn to every inch of him like instinct. The feel of his hands , rough and sure, sliding beneath her top sent a tremble through her. He took his time, fingers gliding over bare skin with reverence, brushing the underside of her breast before finally cupping it, thumb circling slowly over the sensitive peak. She gasped, her back lifting as her body responded to the contact, heat blooming low in her belly. ‎

She clung to his arm as they made their way up to the front of the room, her laughter ringing out like a siren’s call. What the hell? I felt my breath catch in my throat, the sight of them together sending a jolt of confusion through me. Who the f*ck is that? My heart sank, a mix of disappointment and jealousy swirling within me. I tried to shake it off, reminding myself that I was his fated mate, not hers. Lori agreed, reassuring me that she was probably just a friend of his. Yet, the pang of unease was undeniable. Friends do not cling to their arms unless, of course, they are both females.

She buried her face in her hands, unable to say more. Loretta reached across and gently pulled her daughter’s hands down, cradling them on her own. Her voice was soft, steady, like the gentle hum of the moonlight. “My dearest, what you felt was no accident. That pull… that trembling… it can only mean one thing.” Liora’s eyes widened, searching her mother’s face for confirmation of the thought she hardly dared to voice. Loretta smiled faintly, though her gaze was laced with seriousness. “Christen is your mate, Liora.”

" And don't worry, loners won't do anything bad. — I looked at Sury again. "What if Bruce decides to go after the wolf?" Lori continued. The only one who seemed to ask any worthwhile questions. "Are you going to put your hand through the fire for her?" “And he also knew how to touch sensitive spots. "I'm already. I can't hand her over to a cowardly Alpha knowing I can get her out of this. I could never get my head on the pillow. She is not what she seems to be. Her confidence has been badly shaken and she needs our help. Lori looked at me deeply with a small smile on her face and subtly nodded her head. She looked at her companion and then placed her hand on her round belly.

"You have to leave. My presence is needed at the assembly gathering." But as always, Lori is hard headed and stubborn. She closes the distance between us again and I set my jaw when her hands land on my crotch. She locks a daring gaze at me and rubs her hand around my crotch gently. I try to pull her hand away but she keeps her hand planted over it. "What? Don't tell me you are afraid of falling for my charms again." I shut my eyes and try to suppress the rising anger inside me. "Get your hand off me, Lori." I warn, opening my eyes again.

Lori gasped. He spanked her again. With one hand pinning her wrist to the shelf, he used the other hand to find his way to her entrance. He dipped his finger into her, happy to be swimming in the ocean of her juices. “I like how you’re always wet for me.” He whispered in her ear again, “I won’t stop until you’re sore.” Lori’s eyes fluttered shut, her breath narrowed as Arlo’s fingers moved inside her. Each stroke sent a ripple of chills through her.

Miriam I followed behind Dietrick and three vamps carrying the remaining glass cases with the stolen wings. He had raged when he found I had managed to destroy the case with Mikah’s wings but hadn’t allowed me close enough to touch him. I felt slightly drained from the exercises I had been doing to tap into my dark magic. I was considering if I could kill him and the vamps quick enough to get away when I felt a pull at my mate bond. I knew Aro was in trouble. Without thinking, I sent my power through the bond, leaving myself unable to do more than follow behind my captors.

His hands went to her waist. “I lied about the handfasting earlier because I thought it would make you more agreeable. But you’re officially mine now. No more running, no more games.” His lips brushed against her ear as he gripped her shirt and ripped its bottom, exposing her waist. He handed the fabric to his mother and she began wrapping their hands together. Elly’s heart sank as she tried to think of another way out of this. Jonah rushed around lighting candles and incense and cleansing the space. Elly felt bad for Amber. She looked just as helpless as Elly felt. Jonah put their last crystals on the ground forming a circle around them. The energy felt like static in the air as Rebekah put

Luna Elena walked in the office and spoke. “The Ford Lairs are a much more capable pack than the Aviasons, they are more powerful, influential, and honorable. They are better to–” “We made a pact, Elena, and we do not break it.” Arnold interjected. “The pact was to marry a Rossathorn to their heir of Aviasons. And Lorie does not have a mate yet. We can match her.” “We said it will be Antheia.” “We are not breaking the pact, father. We are honoring it still. Send Lorie to the Aviasons or I will.”

his fingers slightly brushed over hers. “I am here now,” he said. But Liora yanked her hand away. Her eyes darkened, and her hand shot forward, reaching for his throat. Her lips stretched faintly, her gaze turning darker. “No… you’re too late.”