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Liora gasped softly, her body arching into Christen’s touch, as if she could sense what was about to happen. Christen’s wolf mark seared into Liora’s skin, a bond eternal and unbreakable. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a brand that marked Liora as his and his alone. Liora’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the heat of the mark spreading through her. Her body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender, her trust in Christen absolute. “You’re mine,” Christen murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. His lips brushed against Liora’s ear, his breath warm and inviting. “Forever.”

I lifted my hand, and the same light was there. My mark was also glowing. As we were both about to climax, he put his hand over my mark, and I knew this was it. I put my hand on his chest in the same way he did mine and he threw his head back. The mark started appearing on his chest immediately. When he looked at me, I could see the love in his eyes. Lightning and immense pleasure ran through my body. I heard him grunt but it sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were glowing purple. He looked at me in confusion. "Baby your eyes." "Yea yours to." I felt so tired and could barely make out anything else that he was saying before the blackness took over.

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD* Meanwhile on the high-end side of the city, Hiroshi wasn’t able to go to work since he felt so hot inside of him. He felt like he needed to take out that heat but he didn’t know how. He and Melissa only had sex once and after he went to country A they rarely do it. Melissa also told him that she wanted to do it after they got married. Hiroshi understands her but at the same time he doesn’t have a choice but to just deal with it on his own. And now that he is feeling all hot just because he met his destined partner he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He tried everything else but to him he feels like he wanted to do it with eiji.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

I ask, referring to my mark. He brushes my hair aside and gives it a tender kiss making me shiver. “Absolutely perfect, just like you,” he says with such reverence it almost knocks me off my feet. I turn to face him; my eyes homing in on my mark on his neck. A small silver paw print – Zara’s paw print – shinning as the sunlight in the room bounces off it. It looks perfect, the sight of it has a territorial growl slipping out of my lips. I can feel Marcus’ amusement and… desire. Instinct takes over and I press him against the shower wall, pinning his hands at the sides of his head as I lick and nip at his mark. My pussy is getting wetter, and I can feel my juices spreading to my thighs.

“Tell me everything. Armenia. Cameron. Did you have your share of wild nights?” I roll my eyes with a helpless smile. “No wild nights. We were too busy trying not to get murdered by centuries-old family secrets.” “You sound disappointed.” “Maya.” “I’m just saying... the man has that whole bloody Rick and heroic Tony Stark vibe down to a damn T. There’s just something secretive yet oh-so-fucking-hot about him, and I'm sure you're well aware of this.” I chuckle. “It was all professional, Maya. Seriously.” She grins, then leans forward with a mock-suspicious look. “Well then, what about Marcos?”

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

“She could wake up.” “I don’t care,” he murmured, lips trailing down my neck. “Not unless you do.” We moved closer, hips brushing, water sloshing around us. I pressed myself to him, hands threading through his hair, lips devouring him in a hunger that was almost primal. * Grayson Her body in the water, warm and wet against mine, it was intoxicating. I wanted to mark her, claim her but more than that, I wanted her trust, her laughter and her complicity.

However, her eyes didn't move towards the lower body of Grayson as they were stuck to his body which was covered in several marks. Tears pooled in Kashvi's eyes. She dragged her numbed feet towards Grayson who was shocked to see Kashvi in the room. Trembling fingers of Kashvi reached the mark which was the biggest open from the collar bone to the lower stomach. She touched the mark-making Grayson's body tense up under her touch. Her finger traced down the mark while tears ran down from her eyes. Grayson tried to stop Kashvi's hands by holding them in his but Kashvi didn't stop.