Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Romance Novels & Stories

The bedside tables had goblets of wine and blood. She knew what Alessandro had planned, the importance of the night to her, Alessandro and his kingdom, she moved towards the bedside table and picked up a goblet of blood and drank it. Just then the doors opened and Alessandro strode in. His eyes raked her body as he stared at her, his mouth slightly open. She quickly tucked her beside her ear, his gaze caused monkeys to jump in her stomach, this time around it wasn’t butterflies, it wasn’t a flurry feeling. It was a strong overwhelming feeling of need and love for the man across the room. It was how he made her feel, it was his fervent and unmatchable love for her.

“I accept your apology.” He seemed out of sorts to Cara, but she couldn’t place her finger on what was wrong. He’d clearly been drinking, judging by the smell of him, but he seemed almost sad. Lonely. She took out Ronin’s mate-bond potion from her jeans pocket and put a few drops on her tongue before replacing the vial. She locked eyes with him and licked her lips seductively, running the tip of her tongue slowly over her top, then bottom lip. “You’re playing with fire!” warned her wolf savagely.

Tonight was in celebration of my return, my acceptance of the alpha position of Clear Waters…and to announce Callie as my luna. With my own fated mate sitting right in front of me. Tonight will be one of the toughest nights of my life. “What are you doing?” She watches me suspiciously as I head to the fridge, picking a bottle of chilled wine and pouring out two glasses. Clearly the only way to get through this would be with alcohol…to help numb that growing feeling inside of me, my wolf’s hell bent desire to ruin my plans. She takes a slow sip of the wine, breathing in the fruity scents before her shoulders start to relax.

I can smell it. I hold the cloth to my bleeding wound, while the priest hands me something to drink – I have no idea what it is, but it washes the taste of her blood from my mouth and my wolf settles down immediately. He offers the same drink to Maya, and the dark lust fades from her eyes. “By the light of the moon, I declare you mates – now and always. Your everlasting bond sealed by the love of The Goddess herself. Let no wolf seek to tear it asunder.”

She sweetly smiled at me. It was too fast, all I know is she now holding the cup of our traditional wine. The wine symbolized of promise that once the two wolves drink it, they promise to the moon that they will be together and protect each other until they die. “In front of all the wolves, I promise to be together with you until the day we die.” She drinks it, “now you are my mate.” She said. “This is an incomplete process, I did not drink…” She did not let me finish my words, she quickly grabs my nape and let our lips touch.

She whispered something to him, and he laughed, lifting himself up and climbing over the balustrade before drawing her into his arms and dipping her back in a picturesque kiss. “Ah, young love,” Leamoira greeted me, smiling at the couple indulgently. A servant handed me a crystal glass of sparkling wine. I would have preferred a tankard of ale, I thought, as I sipped it. “It’s lovely to see. Well,” she refocused on me. “That was rather exciting,” she said. “You and Akyran ride as if you have no fear. I suppose that comes of your being a war mage.”

Then I released myself and came inside of her in one of the best climaxes of my life, sending her over the top as we came together. I looked over at the crib and Jase was still asleep. Then, I lay down beside my wife, gently stroking her hair away from her face. “Are you okay?” “More than okay,” she said, grinning. “Here,” I sad, biting into my wrist. A moment later, red crimson blood dripped from the wound. “Drink this,” I gently cooed, knowing that I needed to heal her. She did as I asked and placed her mouth sensually over the wound and willingly drank my blood, arousing my cock once again. A moment later, she had her fill and leaned back, letting her head fall onto the pillow. “Fuck me a

“And then I get a moment…” “Aha,” he laughed under his breath. He had been taking blood at the point of orgasm, enjoying the added element that a mate’s blood gave to his pleasure. It was moment of intense experience, which no doubt was strong enough to communicate through the bond of blood between mates to a telepath. “I can imagine just what moment,” he teased her, and her eyes danced with mischievousness before she sobered again. “The werewolves… The Triquetra… We have a complicated history,” she said hesitantly.

It's their substitute for fresh human blood. "I do apologize for that but not what I did to your wife. It's the best thing in my life." Something suddenly started to change in the way he spoke. Morbius noticed that he was getting tipsy. "You're a whore." He pointed out what kind of wolf shifter Lupo was. 'Was he getting drunk?' "Yes, my love. He can't tolerate the blood wine that he insisted on sharing with me." He replied to the sudden comment of his beloved Natasha who was not far from their table.

Dante grabbed a glass of wine before him. With all the muttering dying down, Dante began. “We’ve been through a rough patch. Seeking far and wide, I finally found my mate and tonight what its own will be collected. To our and the victories to come,” he hailed, lifting the glass and downing the content in it. “To unity,” the rest echoed together and drank their wines. Dante took Freya’s hand and led her to where the witch was. “Tonight,” the witch’s croaked voice said, “we stand as witnesses to the union of mates. One that can only be broken by death.” Lifting the dagger, “let the moon goddess who has chosen this moment bless it.”