Theirs For The Night Novels & Stories

I was negotiating a terms sheet. "Four weeks," Dean Vance finally murmured, sliding the envelope into her top desk drawer "If the remaining one thousand dollars is not settled in full by the fifteenth of next month, Katherine will be dropped from our roster permanently. No midterms recorded, no transfer credits issued. Am I entirely clear?" "Perfectly," I said, standing up before my knees could betray me. "Good morning, Dean." I walked out of the academy into the morning light, the cold wind hitting my face.

My skin pricked at the sight as he shoved his tongue down her throat, his other hand freely fumbling her. I recoiled in disgust at the sight. Did Aaron really think this would hurt me? After he’d practically ripped my heart out five years ago? I scoffed as his eyes met mine, and Dorian took me down the podium. “It’s a night of celebration, but most importantly, Nightspire Honor Night commemorates our triumph over the witches and forces of evil.” The MC’s gaze narrowed to Aaron’s table as he cleared his throat. “We ought to treat it as dignified as possible.”

Thea Night had befall us and it was cold so I wore a black sweat pant and hoodie to match the night. I was outside the mansion along with the others, cars were ready to take us to the penthouse and I could see only three of them available which I assumed each couple was to take. What was Florentine planning? She didn't know Angel and I were together yet she was hatching such big plans for us just because she saw us kissing?

“You hear that, baby? Valentine’s Day.” He nodded and smiled. Jenna’s gaze bounced between us. “Oh, now what are you two being sneaky about?” “We’re going to have to start a betting pool,” Richard said, grinning at Brent. “What are we betting on?” Brent asked. “Which of our wives is going to give birth first.” Jenna’s mouth popped open. “No way! The same day?” “Technically the twelfth.” “We’re going to be pregnant together!” Jenna squealed and threw her arms around me.

Friday came, and Lizzy, Misty, Alessia, Cassidy, Tessa, and Thea met up in one of the common rooms for their Girls’ Night. Lizzy had it set up with food, games, drinks, blankets, and pillows. She got matching pink pajamas for everyone—even for Arella, Ophelia, and Cassandra, who were allowed to join them until their bedtime. They watched movies, braided each other’s hair, danced, and ate junk food. They walked the girls to their room and tucked them in when their bedtime came.

And as they finally moved to the bed, limbs tangled, bruises blooming fresh on skin already marked from twelve nights of claiming, both men knew the truth: Night Thirteen was going to change everything.

Aron leaned in closer, mischief dancing in his eyes, “if you want, we can work together to build chemistry. You know… you’re actually kinda cu—" The door swung open with a sudden clack. Night stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his eyes laser-focused—first on Sky, then on Aron. His jaw tightened slightly. “It’s time for dinner,” Night said in a clipped tone. “We need to put our microphones on.” The sudden shift in mood was sharp enough to cut the air. Aron, who had been halfway through a flirtatious grin, blinked and sat up straighter. “O-Okay. We’ll come down in a bit.”

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At the front desk, the receptionist glanced at her with mild suspicion, taking in her damp, disheveled appearance. “May I help you, miss?” “I need a room.” Sabrina pulled out her money and set it on the counter. “How much will this get me?” The receptionist’s wary gaze softened. The poor woman looked more frightened than anything—probably running from something or someone. “This will get you our simplest room for three nights. You’ll also have access to the buffet and bar.” Sabrina nodded. “Thank you.” After handling the check-in, she dragged her suitcase to the elevator and up to her room—208.

“Then we channel that energy. Tonight, we take a moment for ourselves. One night. One breath. And then tomorrow, we fight again.” Her wolf growled softly beneath her skin, coiling with tension, anticipation, and longing. “One night…” she echoed, voice trembling, the admission both vulnerable and desperate. He leaned closer, lips brushing her temple in a lingering, intimate kiss. “One night,” he confirmed. “And no one, nothing, will take it from us.” The evening unfolded with deliberate intimacy.