Tighnari X Cyno Novels & Stories

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

ARIA'S POV "What do you think you are doing?" Cassian’s voice sliced through the air, dangerously quiet. His eyes weren't golden anymore—they were burning a dark, feral crimson. "Alpha!" Tanya choked out, the supernatural weight forcing her down onto one knee. Her heavy leather boot slipped away from my bleeding fingers as she struggled to draw breath. "I was only…. This outsider doesn't know her place."

Inside, the heavy oak table was piled with fresh parchment maps, their ink barely dry, detailing the sheer, jagged borders of the Western Rift—the massive tectonic fissure that split the fertile coastal plains from the dead, ash-choked valleys beyond. Beneath the thin, sweat-slicked silver mesh of my inner tunic, the fated-mate bond was a thick, vibrating cord of pure, liquid adrenaline. The stiff leather of my new riding trousers rubbed mercilessly against the raw, deeply sensitized skin of my inner thighs with every step I took across the stone floor. The deep, heavy ache between my legs throbbed with a dark, territorial heat—a relentless, carnal pulsing that demanded immediate surrender,

I led her towards the far edge of the settlement, where the noise of the celebration dulled into distant echoes. A secluded arena emerged between towering rock walls. A circular patch of earth flattened by years of combat and training. Wooden poles lined the edges while old weapon racks sat abandoned beneath a worn canopy. Leinna exhaled sharply, brushing loose strands of hair away from her face before narrowing her eyes at me. She leaned in before purring into my ears. "Someone is hungry.” I spun her around, then shoved her until her back hit the wall; she groaned, eyes half closed. "Always too rough..."

Blood coated us, the stairs, slick and dark, bodies piling as we descended deeper, the bond pulling us like a rope. The rogues kept coming, wave after wave, their black eyes empty of anything but madness. Our elite warriors fought beside us, their forms a whirlwind of brown and grey fur as they cleared paths. One of them, a massive wolf named Torin from Kieran's pack, ripped a rogue in half with a savage twist, entrails slapping wetly against the concrete. Another, Lira from mine, pinned two at once, claws digging into throats until they gurgled and stilled. We pushed forward, room by room, the facility opening up into a labyrinth of cells and chambers, the hum of generators growing louder.

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

And, yeah, it kind of was, actually. Brian was spooning Tiger, one front leg flung over her middle. My lip pulled back from my teeth in a sneer as I looked down at them. Her huge silver-white wolf looked massive next to Brian’s tiny brown wolf. ‘Does that even count as spooning?’ I scoffed. ‘It looks more like backpacking to me.’ Knight snorted, but I didn’t hear his response because Rhiannon mindlinked me then. ‘Get out,’ she said flatly.

Even Toya was trembling, holding on by a thread. I turned around, and I felt the room shift. Thinius was staring at me with sweat beaded on his brow. His eyes were shifted to his wolf, a dark chocolate brown, average for a wolf. Just like him. I walked closer and his eyes widened. “Oh Thinius, you have to try harder than that.” The smile that broke across my lips was pure Nix, full of her hatred of power, abuse and killing intent.