*** Third Person POV:Eamon pulls out slowly, then proceeds teasing her other hole with the tip of his cock. The anticipation is palpable, the tension between them electric. He presses in slightly, just enough to send a gasp escaping from Liliana's lips, her breath hitching at the new sensation.“Eamon, I need a moment, I can’t…” she breathes heavily, her body trembling beneath him. Her words are a mix of plea and surrender, the conflict between her mind and body evident in her voice.“You will,” he murmurs, his voice firm and reassuring. It’s not just a command; it’s a promise. He’s already decided, and slowly, he pushes into her, the tightness of the new sensation overwhelming them both. He stops about halfway, taking a moment to catch his own breath, fighting the urge to release too soon. The heat, the pressure, it’s almost too much, but he controls himself, determined to make this last.
*** Third Person POV“Shower?” Eamon's voice is thick with desire, but there’s a tenderness there now, a softness that keeps slipping in.Liliana barely registers the question, her body still humming from the intensity of what they just shared. She gestures vaguely in the air, her limbs heavy and uncooperative, as if still entangled in the remnants of ecstasy. Her legs have uncurled from around him, feet now resting on the floor, but her knees threaten to buckle beneath her.Eamon, ever observant, senses her fragility. He begins to place a trail of soft, lingering kisses up the center of her chest, his lips warm and reassuring against her still-flushed skin. He moves up to her neck, then captures her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. He bites down on her lower lip, just hard enough to send a
**Trigger Warning**(FLASHBACK)*** POV Unknown 1I’ve lost all sensation except for the searing pain of the silver collar fused into my flesh. It’s been my constant torment these long years, burning and binding me, preventing the shift that might offer some relief. Jansen finally slides off me, having taken his fill like a gluttonous beast, his breath heavy with satisfaction.Tonight, something is different. The triplets came at me with a ferocity that told me this would be my last night. I won’t see the morning. Part of me is surprised they’re ready to dispose of me, but most of me is relieved. The end is near.I can feel the wetness pooling beneath me, my own blood seeping into the cold, unforgiving ground. Javier didn’t even bother removing his chainmail tonight, and the sharp edges had torn into my flesh, leaving jagged gashes that bleed freely. But it’s Jared’s knife play that will be the death of me—he wasn’t playing, and his blades had been honed to perfection, each slice delib
**Trigger Warning**(FLASHBACK)*** POV Unknown 1Their voices drift to me, muffled and distant, like echoes through a fog. The pain that once consumed me has dulled, leaving only a numbness that creeps across my body. The only sensation I can still feel is the hair crawling on my skin, a faintprickle of awareness as my subconscious mind registers that they’re talking about me. It's a primal instinct, the last vestige of survival kicking in, though I know it’s futile. This is the end. I should let go, welcome the darkness that’s waiting to swallow me whole, but something inside me clings to the sound of their voices, trying to stay tethered to the world, even if only for a moment longer.I strain to listen, to pull their words from the murky depths of my consciousness, though I’m not sure why. There's nothing they could say that would change the inevitable. Maybe it’s just the stubbornness of life itself, refusing to be snuffed out without a fight, or maybe it's the last flicker of ho
*** Eamon's POVStraight to the point. I love it."A demonstration would be more helpful," I tease, wrapping my arm around her waist from behind, slow and deliberate. She has no idea what she's about to see, but she's at ease now, and it's best to keep it that way."Watch," I instruct, gesturing to the mirror before resting my cheek against hers.I can tell she's intent on watching me in the reflection. "You're looking at the wrong person, love," I coo, feeling her relax back into me at the endearment.She gets the hint and refocuses on herself, though her eyes wander back to me as I start to nuzzle her neck, sliding my lips down her skin toward the mark.I can feel the goosebumps rise on her skin; they mimic the electricity I feel within myself as I inch closer to my target.She's closed her eyes a little, tilting her head back and to the side, giving me better access..."Tsk tsk," I slide my hand int
*** Eamon's POVThe room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window, casting a silver sheen over the bed. I lay behind Liliana, my body curved protectively around hers. My arm drapes over her waist, and my lips hover just above the mate-mark on her neck, where the faint, fiery pattern now glows almost imperceptibly. The air is thick with the scent of her, a heady mix of warmth and something uniquely Liliana, something that makes Fenri restless yet content.I press my lips to the mark, feeling a surge of energy as the bond between us pulses with life. This mate-mark is more than just a symbol; it's a connection, a bond forged by the Moon Goddess herself. It signifies that we are destined for each other, our souls intertwined in a way that is both ancient and sacred.My breath is warm against her skin as I whisper, "This mark... it’s the Moon Goddess’s way of binding us, of marking us as mates. Some of us wait lifetimes to find our mates, Liliana. It’s powerful
*** Liliana's POVEamon’s words washed over me, each revelation like a stone dropped into a pond, sending ripples through my mind. The mate-mark, the Moon Goddess, the bond that tied us together... it was surreal, like something from a Joseph Campbell lecture. I could feel Eamon’s lips against the mark on my neck, and with every touch, a warmth spread through me, igniting something deep inside.He thinks I’m a witch and wolf, I mused, trying to wrap my mind around the idea. My life had suddenly turned into a fantasy novel. At least it's the ‘adult’ kind, my inner mind teases.But then there was eyes, the speed, and yes, the mind reading. The way he seemed to know my thoughts before I even spoke them. It was unsettling, yet... comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. He understood me, saw me in ways no one else ever had, not even John.Eamon chuckles and it takes me a moment to realize he’s heard my thoughts.“What does this mean for my life now?” I found myself wondering aloud. “What
*** Liliana's POVI awake with a start, sitting up so fast that the room spins slightly, a woozy reminder of last night’s intensity. My head feels light, my throat dry. I make a mental note to start keeping a water bottle next to my bed—I’m clearly dehydrated from the night’s activities. But the dizziness is the least of my concerns as I quickly become aware of the emptiness beside me.Eamon’s scent lingers, but it’s faded, enough to tell me he’s been gone for a while. The light filtering through the blinds is still soft, early morning, but the cold space beside me confirms it’s been at least an hour since he left. A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound.At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always lov