Tangan Di Iris Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was Matt’s voice; I was Matt. Iris’s green eyes were quivering in fear, almost on the edge of tears. Her eyes were nonverbally pleading with me, but I didn’t understand what she wanted me to do. A large man with dirty, greasy brown hair held Iris down by her neck on top of a blood-stained table. She also wore the same silver cuffs as me; she looked like she was much worse off than me. Claw marks were all over her body.

***************** ~Arianna’s POV~ A crystal ball sat atop a blackened silver stand between us, swirling with faint tendrils of mist inside. The moment Iris tapped her finger against the glass, it pulsed with a bright, ethereal glow. My breath hitched. “Give me your hand, Arianna,” Iris commanded softly, her tone laced with authority and mystery. I hesitated, a chill creeping over me, before slowly extending my hand. The cool air of the cabin seemed to pulse with energy as Iris’s touch met mine, and she closed her eyes as if to summon forces beyond mortal ken.

Every heartbeat in the valley below, every drop of moisture in the clouds above, and most importantly, I felt the tether. The silver line connecting my soul to the woman gasping for air at my feet. I turned to Iris. She was pale, her hand clutching the wound on her neck where I’d marked her. But she wasn't looking at me with fear. She was looking at me with a sharp, calculating wonder. "Darius?" she whispered.

“Right hand.” Her eyes snapped open and were flitting with lust. I was sure her orgasm was already building up. Without taking her eyes off me, Iris pressed her ring finger onto my lips while I continued to assault her pussy. I swirled and adjusted the ring around inside my mouth before holding her hand. When the ring was already positioned and held by my teeth and lips, I guided her, but she already understood what was going on and slipped her finger into the ring and further into my mouth.

“My phone” Iris reached out but her hands were trembling, she couldn’t hold them out for too long before they dropped back to her side. There weren’t words to describe the terror she felt. She had a hard time believing that was her friend and wanted to see the pictures again to confirm that it was her friend that was tied up there. “Give me my phone” Her voice shook with every word as she reached for the phone again. This time, it was handed to her. Her head felt tight, like it was filled with barrels and barrels of water and her vision was slowly becoming blurry.

“As a mate.” “Hmm.. seems he already did. Now, you better go back to whatever brothel you came out of and never mess with me again.” Iris says flashing our eyes her lilac color and pushing out our aura. The woman stumbles back and tries to regain composure but Iris continues to push out our aura, trying to get her to submit. I won’t lie, she is putting up one hell of a fight, but it only took a few more seconds before she fell to her knees.

Dear moon goddess, please help me make her understand who Ander truly is. “You won't understand iris.” He shrugged at her, trying to hold her hand but iris gave him a dangerous gaze that made him pull away for a while but unfortunately, it didn't last as he proceeded to grab her hands against her wish. “Get off of me!” Iris screamed at him the moment he wrapped his hands around her waist, making my stomach drop in knots. Seeing how desperate he seems, I don't think he would be giving up any moment from now.. for someone like Ander, he wouldn't stop until he does what's in his mind.

If she were working for someone or planning something, I would make sure to handle her first. Iris's eyes were locked on mine. I knew what she wanted. "Do you want me?" I taunted, shoving two fingers inside of her petite mouth. Iris nodded in reply, gently caressing her tongue along my fingers before suckling on them. "Fuck," I whispered before leaning down to her mouth right next to my fingers, "Beg me." "Please!" she begged without hesitation. A victorious smile formed on my lips.

Iris leaned forward now, elbows braced against the table, his gaze catching mine like a trap. “Not that shallow,” he repeated, his voice low and almost gentle. “So why joke about it? Unless you’re afraid to say the truth out loud.” I shifted in my seat, staring past him to the window where sunlight spilled across the street, too bright, too exposed. “It was just a joke.” “Mm.” Iris tilted his head. “But your hand went straight to the ring the moment you said it. Reflex. You know what that means?” “Iris—”

When Iris saw Evelyn, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "Evelyn, you succubus. Isn't it bad enough that you seduced my son? Now, you have made it so that his life is in danger! I am going to kill you." After saying that, Iris lifted her arm to swing her palm across Evelyn's face. However, Iris' hand was still in the air when a huge palm suddenly gripped her wrist. A deep voice made its way into her ears. "Don't you dare touch her!"