Novel & Cerita Take Two To Tango

Gunner and Jax carried Tora bridal-style—yes, both of them—because apparently one alpha male wasn’t enough. Chelsea shouted encouragements, Isolde was checking routes to the hospital with the precision of a general, and Cheyenne? She was striding alongside the chaos with her phone to her ear and zero panic in her bones. “Tegan, I need you to teleport here like now.” ::What’s going on?:: “Tora’s in labor.” ::Already?!:: “Twins, remember? They make their own damn rules. Just get your ass here.” They loaded Tora into the truck just as she started yelling about how this was not what she signed up for.

“What happens then? Dante won’t wait forever while you drag him around by the collar.” Taiga chuckled, though there was no humor in it, only confidence. “I’m offended, brother. You act like you don’t know me. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I haven’t shown you the true nature of a Luna like me.” His words carried a strange kind of promise, one that sent a shiver through the room. Tatsuya’s eyes glinted, admiration warring with his frustration. “I have you. And Rin.” Taiga’s voice softened, almost reverent. “I need the remaining three: Kota’s mate, Midorin’s mate, and Rei’s mate. Once I have them… then phase two begins.”

While he fucks me, Declan kneels behind me on the sofa and licks my entrance from behind, his tongue hot and wet, preparing me. When Declan positions himself behind me and starts pushing in as well, it’s even slower than it was in the library. They enter together, centimeter by centimeter, giving my body time to adjust. I tremble between them, hands gripping Harvey’s shoulders, mouth open in a silent moan. When both are fully inside, they stop. Declan kisses the back of my neck. Harvey kisses my forehead. “Two suns,” Declan murmurs against my skin. “One orbit,” Harvey finishes, voice low.

“No emotions. No public contact. We meet only when it is safe. Safe word is red card if it gets too much. This stays physical only. Understand?” Tatum stepped closer, her green eyes locked on Sloane. “Fine. No emotions. No public contact. Red card. But we both know rules like these never last between us.” Her voice carried a challenge. The air felt electric. They shook hands to seal the deal, but the touch lingered. Within seconds, the negotiation broke. Tatum pulled Sloane into a hard kiss. Hands roamed. Clothes came off fast. The rules were already shattered.

"I do." "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Sparrow cupped Tasha's face in both hands, gently, and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. The crowd erupted. Applause and whistles and camera flashes, a wall of sound that seemed to shake the chandeliers. Tasha was smiling when he pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, and I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding.

There were two messages, from two different worlds colliding. "Julian: Isla, I’ve missed you. Prepare something beautiful for Saturday evening. I’ll pick you up at 7." "Dare: Spain trip confirmed. Official meetings on the Voss restructuring, for one week. Prepare accordingly—business attire and evening wear. Car will collect you Monday morning. This is non-negotiable, Isla"

He only nodded, offering his arm. Evelyn hesitated, then placed her hand lightly against him, her mind a whirl of fear and thrill. To walk out into the world as “Celeste” while her true self pulsed beneath the surface, what kind of disaster was she courting? As they stepped forward together, the moment with Ònààrà felt like a fragile secret already slipping through her fingers. The door closed behind them with a soft echo.

Drake replaced his fingers with his tongue, sucking and caressing her clitoris, orgasm rippled through her body and he felt satisfied, he was on the verge of replacing his tongue with his erection when a banging knock sounded at the door and the urgent screaming of his name. “What the hell! Not again!” He thought in agony.

Noah's pov The applause continued while their lips were still locked. Laughter bled into celebration. And I stood there— Still burning, trying to process what I was looking at. My fingers tightened slowly around the glass in my hand. The faint crack of pressure barely registered over the noise in my head. ​Cassian moved first. Of course he did. ​He took a sharp step forward, then another. The air around him turning dangerous. ​“You’ve got some nerve,” he said. His voice was low, but it cut clean through the noise of the ballroom. “Disappearing for two years and walking back in like this?”

We both understood the difference between giving yourself and being given. He reached for my hand, the same movement he’d made months ago in front of the Hall when we were both teetering on the edge of different kinds of war. This time, he didn’t suppress the vulnerability behind his action. “Then we do this together,” he said. “We learn the bindings. We find the counter. We make them break against us instead.” I turned my wrist, showing him the mark like a map. It pulsed under his gaze. His thumb brushed against it—not to claim it but to steady us both.