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~Amara~ I fought the urge to tilt my head to the side so that I could give him full access to my neck.Nico's grip around me tightened even more and he gently sucked on my neck.How could I say no to Nico when he was making my knees weak?Closing my eyes and heaving a deep sigh,I turned my head and now Nico and I were looking into each other's eyes

Apphia The shifting was painful, but I pushed through. Nicholas was by my side, making it manageable. My wolf is a pretty one, too—so unusual but lovely. Ziora is lean and tall. We were stunned to see Nicholas' lycan, Nico. He is very tall with powerful muscles and paws. His fur is midnight black, and it glistens under the moon. He's majestic and sexy.

A hooded figure caught me instead, steadying me until they were sure I wouldn't fall again. "What is your name, Necromancer?" It was the same feminine voice that spoke before, coming from the figure standing in front of me. Her robe was different, made of a finer cloth in a bright shade of green. Delicate stitching of the same color scrolled along the cloth edges. A Priestess, maybe? "Your name," she demanded again, but this time pain shot up my arms. I gasped, trying to think. I couldn't give them my real name. "Asher," I breathed. "Asher West."

He growled, Arke baring his teeth in his mind’s eye. “Let me out!” Blue fire emerged from Niquel’s other arm, golden light emitted from his skin, following a scale-like pattern. His nostrils flared and white smoke rose from his back. The Alpha knew he was in the beginning stages of his transformation. “Show yourself, you overgrown lizard!” Aidan yelled. “Show her what you really are.” Niquel smirked. “She already knows.” Aidan’s eyes widened momentarily, a pang in his heart for a reason he couldn’t determine, and Arke snarled.

“Go!” I scoff incredulously at her, and she chuckles before shooting me a wink. “Goodnight, Maria,” I say and roll my eyes as I open the door. Nero looks up when I walk outside, and I am struck again at how handsome he is. Today he’s not wearing a suit, but dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt that pulls across his chest and thick biceps. His dark hair is all mussed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day, and his eyes… Gods, his eyes feel like a tide pulling me in.

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

I just wished Nero wasn't one of those because I'll sooner die than be shared like a piece of cloth by those men and that would be after murdering Nero with my bare hands JSYK. All the way down the stairs ,I thought with bated breath of Marco's reaction to my look tonight. One look and I knew Marco and I wouldn't have any alone time tonight. Nero was waiting by his car, leaning in fact with his ankles crossed over each other.He raised his arm to get a look at the time on his wrist watch. He was ... gorgeous.My breath whooshed out of me explosively. Just how did someone look that nice and hot...He was clad in his signature colour...black..He had on a black tux studded with diamonds .The most

, Letharia frowned. Nero touched Letharia’s face as she looked away from him “You’re starting to resemble her a lot more, I’ll use that as an excuse to make me sympathetic.” Letharia remained silent when he moved her hair away from her face. She finally looked at him as silence filled the room. She noticed Nero’s raven hair with one snowy white strand in the front. Nero wore his hair asymmetrically, while Aven had an undercut. He had cold hazel colored eyes, and his low captivating voice made it hard for you not to listen to him.

I stated, just slightly above a whisper, while tattering the hem of my skirt. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Nico nearly jumped from his chair. His wolf almost took over as his eyes turned midnight black. In a few seconds, his claws elongated, and an inch of fur surfaced from his arms and face. He closed his eyes to relax his nerves and took a few deep breaths. He opened his eyes after five long seconds and threw his arms in the air with a look of desperation. He took two long strides toward me with a darkened expression. “YOU THINK? Explain!” he shouted, but not unkindly.