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she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. I looked at her, my gaze unwavering. "I do mean it," I said, my voice firm. "I like you, Aria, since the first time I saw you. I want you as mine." I reached out and gently stroked her cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her jawline.

“It’s more than just a gift, Mia. It’s a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love.” I sighed with utter contentment, my fingers caressing his cheek. “And with each sip you take, I feel a sense of unity, a merging of our souls. It’s as if we’re sharing a part of ourselves, intertwining our very essence in this moment.” Jonathan pulled away slightly, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. “Yes, my love. It’s a communion of our beings, a sacred ritual that heightens our connection and solidifies our eternal bond. I cherish these moments with you.”

He repeatedly stuck his tongue inside, savoring the taste. At this point, Simon didn't want to lie. Mace was correct in saying that Scarlett was the sun to his moon. An Alpha needs a Luna to grow stronger. Scarlett O'Hara. What are you doing to me? She released her lips slowly. Her eyes were closed, and she opened them gently and looked directly into his eyes. "Do you want to sleep with me in my car?" She spoke directly into Simon's mouth while jiggling the key next to him.

"You did your best, Aria." I shook my head and could not trust myself to talk. In the evening I visited the room of Lyra. She was sitting at the window, yet in her night-clothes, looking out. "Lyra," I said softly. "It's time to get ready." "For what?" The mating ceremony, I said, and I had to smile. "It's your first one." She shook her head. "I don't want to go." "Why not?" She swiveled to look at me, with pain in her eyes. "Because I don't want a mate. I don't want to end up like you."

They have both sacrificed a lot for Alaric and I. I was going to say something when we heard footsteps approaching us. Damon walked over to Lyra and I stepped back and gave them space. Damon was looking at her passionately and it was reflective also in the eyes of Lyra. They ended up kissing each other and I smiled in satisfaction. Returning back to the room, Alaric was laying on the bed and staring into the ceiling. I walked over to him and laid down on his bare body. “Sorted out your problems with Lyra?” He asked, pulling me close to his warm body.

I situate myself behind Zara, take my wet shirt off, let it plop on the floor, and wrap my arms around her. “Pocket, I’m here. Mom is bringing Orli and Dillon soon. Lavender, if you can hear me, please help her heal. Wake up, my sweet little mate.” I whisper in her ear and kiss her temple. The gentle electricity of our bond flows between us. “I’ll tell Estelle your message, but I would rather if you did it yourself.”

Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, anchoring herself as the world—the real, the virtual, all of it—tilted on its axis. It was a kiss of shared victory, of acknowledged fear, of a terrifying, dawning possibility. When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, the game notification glowed brightly: ROMANCE PROTOCOL: SYNCHRONIZATION 65% “Well,” Aiden breathed, a shaky laugh in his voice. “That’s one way to seal a partnership.” Lyra didn’t trust her voice. She just nodded, her lips still tingling. The portal to the next world shimmered into existence at the apex of the temple, a swirling vortex of colors.

I care more than I dare to admit, even to myself. Suddenly, his fingers, cool and unexpected, grasp my chin, a gentle pressure that tilts my face up towards his. A gasp escapes my lips as our eyes meet, his gaze intense and searching. He is so close, the heat of his body radiating against mine, stealing my breath and leaving me breathless. “You are not a good liar, Rena. I can feel your emotions through the bond. Remember?” he whispers, his breath fanning my face. I glare at him. “Does it matter what I feel?” I ask, my voice stern.

"If it isn't Miss Prude." I didn't give her the satisfaction of a reaction; instead, I smiled sweetly. "Vivian, what a coincidence." She scowls. "I knew you were trying to steal Logan from me, you bitch." She hisses. I almost laugh at the irony; she wasn't even close to correct. "Ariana doesn't have to steal me away, Vivian." He says. "She's my mate." Vivian gasps. "You're lying." She bites out.

Suddenly, I heard a human shout, helping me shake off from my desire. ‘That’s right. I have to get away from her…’ ‘…before I lose control and forcefully mate with her.’ With all the control I could muster, I pulled my lips away from Lia. Lia instantly took a deep breath, as if she were not able to breath for a long time. Her eyes looked slightly dazed and a little teary. Her cheeks and neck were so alluringly red, and her lips… her pink lips were slightly swollen and became so seductively red.