Dante's perspective of the mating/marking will post tomorrow. I want to truly thank my loyal readers who have followed this series from Book One. Drop a gem and comment if you're looking forward to their official mating.
DANTE I had not anticipated that she would want to complete the bond tonight. The only goal had been to give her a great first date – a prelude to our forever. Well, I supposed that her addition to the date certainly qualified that as well. It would be a fucking understatement if I said that intimacy had been a worry of mine. Not that we would never have it, but that I did not want to hurt her or trigger her. She went through some serious trauma that would not be overcome with a snap of our fingers. However, I had vowed that I would always be as patient as necessary. My mate trusted me enough to give me the honor of being tied to her despite everything that had been taken from her. The fucking hell that she had been through was more than anything I could have ever imagined. My mate, however, was the strongest person I had ever fucking known. “You must tell me if you want to stop at any point, and I’ll stop immediately. Okay?” I told her seriously. “I promise. I trust you, Dante. I
ZIYAH “I can walk,” I mumbled sleepily. Never had I felt so sated and relaxed as I did in this moment. Mating with him was the most incredible experience of my entire life. There was a small part of me that worried that the act itself might trigger memories, but that did not happen because it was Dante. Focusing on him got me through everything, and I was incredibly thankful that it was very possible to mate with him. My exhaustion was due to the two rounds of it and four orgasms tonight. Dante certainly knew how to give me insane pleasure. “I know you can, but I’m enjoying having you in my arms. Let me take care you, babe.” He nuzzled my neck where he marked me. I kissed his chest and snuggled in even more. It was really sweet that he wanted to take care of me and was something that I had not experienced since I was a child. I had always been extremely independent and rarely relied on others for something that I could do myself. It was different with Dante though. He wanted to ta
DANTE ‘Do you need more help with them? If not, I was going to go take a shower,’ Ziyah linked me, never once meeting my eyes. ‘I’m good here, babe. Let me know if you need anything,’ I told her. She just nodded once and walked away. My heart was breaking for her because of being forced into this situation where she was accosted by the memories of what those fuckers did. The asshole’s senses cut back on the moment that Ziyah left the cells. “Who the fuck are you?” one asshole growled. “Someone who’ll make every remaining moment of your fucking lives a living hell. You hurt someone who means everything to me. I had made a vow that everyone who hurt her will hurt a hundredfold for every ounce of pain they inflicted upon her.” My knee collided with his groin hard enough to drop him to the ground, crying like a pansy-ass fucking bitch. It did nothing to soothe my fury though because my mate was hurting right now all because of seeing these fuckers. My men just stood by and watched a
ZIYAH I was unsure how I had kept myself composed enough to get the three bastards to the cells was beyond me. However, I felt myself slipping and knew that I had to get away from them before I broke down. Dante had found me in the shower and just held me while Byron purred at me. They were both comforting me. They had both been amazing pillars of support and strength for me since the day that I woke up in the hospital. I knew that they would be fine with me talking to them about what happened, but I had the urge to speak with Elle. So, I was glad that she agreed to meet up. It was not far to get to their pack, a mere ten-minute drive. I was not certain what to expect Nightshade to be like, but it was easy to see that it would be nearly impossible to penetrate with all of the security. Dante had explained that Nightshade was a sanctuary for gifted wolves, and as such it was imperative that they had heightened security. He also explained that packs sometimes launched attacks agains
ZIYAH Last night, Dante had told me that I could redesign my room so that it would become ours. I absolutely loved the room, but I also loved the idea of making it our own. It would be designed for the three of us. If someone had told me that I would be mated to a supernatural being that had a wolf spirit inside of him, then I would have questioned their sanity. However, it was an amazing blessing that I would always be grateful for. Byron is mine just as much as Dante is. It might seem like an odd pairing to some, but it made sense to me. It was just an undeniable truth – they were mine. “Byron,” I said, rubbing my nose along my mate’s neck. “Yes, Little Fae,” he responded, arching his neck to give me better access. “Do you want to go for a run?” I asked him with a hopeful expression. He let out a growl that went straight to my core. By the gods, I loved their growls. A tap to my ass made it even worse. Oh, he was evil because they both seemed to know how to make my body respond
DANTE Ziyah giggled as my hands rubbed the body wash along her skin in the shower. We had just gotten back after her and Byron’s bond solidification. My wolf was really fucking sated right now, relaxing back with a smug smirk of satis-fucking-faction. I had never been overly playful or anything, but Ziyah made me a better fucking person all around. It was like I could finally appreciate life. Not to sound too fucking cliché or anything but having my girl in my life made me stop and admire the little things. How did the saying go? Made me stop and smell the motherfucking roses and shit. “Havathi,” she drawled, looking up at me with her gorgeous eyes. “Babe,” I drawled back. She giggled again as I dried her body off. My mate was very ticklish, and I did not feel too fucking horrible for exploiting that because her giggles sounded like music from the mouths of angels. “I’ve thought long and hard about this and spoke with Elle about it too. I want to be there when you deal with the
ZIYAH I looked at my clothing, trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. We would be meeting up with the ‘Mission Control Fuckers’ as my mate so lovingly referred to them as in order to discuss how we would save Haleen and the innocents from the Slater pack. This was the first impression, and I had ridiculous nerves running through me right now because it would be the first time that they would meet Dante’s mate. Thus, I wanted to make a good impression. “Everything okay, babe? You’ve sighed three times in the past few minutes and have been staring into the closet for the past ten,” Dante said as his arms wrapped around me. I leaned into his chest and tilted my neck so that I could look up into his ridiculously handsome face. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen before in my entire life. “I just can’t decide what to wear,” I said softly, biting my lip. “This is the first time I’ll meet them as your mate.” Dante turned my body and cupped my face with the palms of his ha
DANTE It was really fucking interesting to see how interwoven things were. There were little connections that none of us had expected. Mira was a wonderful girl that I’m really happy that Theo and Brynn have. She took after Brynn even if she was adopted. It seemed that the Goddess knew who she needed in life and brought them together. Then we had Brynn’s grandmother who had met and offered comfort to Ziyah before she became a prisoner of the fucking darkies who would be dead sooner or later. One connection that I never fucking saw coming was that the bitch responsible for murdering Janina’s parents was the same fucking bitch responsible to aiding the same darkies. Disgust followed by surprise, shock, and fear flooded her system before she pulled away from Brynn’s vision and ran out of the room. I followed right behind her and found her puking in a trashcan. What in the actual fuck did she see that elicited such strong emotions? “It’s not just Blantay that’ll be there. Toris and