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Belle swirled in front of the mirror, basking in the way her floor-length, wine-red velvet dress twirled around her. The off-the-shoulder leaves continued into a sweetheart neckline, before creating a silhouette down to her upper thigh where the material ended at the front. At the back, the velvet material continued into a chapel train. Her blue hair was styled in loose curls, sported in a half-up half-down do while her neck was dripping in diamonds. “Layke is going to die when he sees you in that.” Sutton grinned, putting on the final finishing touches of her own outfit. She had gone for a black corset style dress, which flowed into a short skirt amplifying her long legs. “That just means she looks hot.” Immi winked, fiddling with her bangle. “I hope Beau thinks the same about me tonight.” She sighed dreamily, doing a final look in the mirror. Immi had gone for a similar dress to Belle, only hers was emerald and rather than it being off-the-shoulder, her dress had a square neckline
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The following few days had been a blur, mostly for Immi and Beau who had seemed to wrap themselves in a love bubble and held themselves hostage in Beau’s room. After they had recognised each other as their mate, the party had come to a swift end shortly after, appreciating that the two would want some time alone. Belle was over the moon for her friend, she deserved to find happiness in the overshadowing cloud of doom hovering above them. She hoped each of her friends found the happiness they deserved. But in the same moment, Belle contemplated how this mating was only going to add a further obstacle in her way when it came to leaving Avalon in less than a month’s time. Granted, there were other reasons that would make leaving extremely difficult, like the fact that she had found herself caring more and more for Layke than she ever intended too. She wasn’t ready to say the L word yet, but she could feel it brewing within her, threatening to spill above the surface each time they were
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Belle had joined the training session with Beau, deciding she needed to let off some steam after her encounter with Beryl. She didn’t know who irritated her more, the Wicked Witch of the West or the Barbie doll. But either way, between the pair of them, Belle had a lot of pent-up anger. The warriors were getting into great shape, learning how to use their new strength to their advantage brilliantly and Belle was impressed by the work Beau had done so far. He’d trained them well, helping them individually figure out their strengths and weaknesses and working deeper on each of them. She could see why Beau had the title of head enforcer. Belle even got to spar with Beau for a while. He wasn’t up to Layke’s standard, meaning she had an advantage over him, but he still gave her a run for her money. When the training was done, Belle was in need of a serious shower, but first… something had been playing on her mind. “Have you seen Sierra lately?” she asked Beau, tilting her head as she wa
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So turned on it wasn’t even funny, Layke ravished that carnal mouth, drinking Belle in. Having this strong alpha female submit to him like that sent a ravenous hunger like nothing he had ever known before blasting through his system. And not just any strong female, but Belle. Belle couldn’t believe that despite the fact that she was imprisoned between Layke and the wall and she could barely move, she was still so incredibly close to climaxing. His implacable voice that oozed supreme confidence hadn’t helped and now Belle found herself whimpering as she ground against him. Suddenly, Layke cupped her ass and hoisted her up right, urging Belle to curl her legs around him. Keeping her pinned against the wall, Layke rubbed his cock against her clit, forcing her to moan into his mouth as he brushed against her core. “Is this what you need, baby?” he asked. “Not enough. I want you inside.” “Not yet, baby. You can have my cock a little later.” Belle huffed at the teasing expression on hi
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Layke scowled as his eyes gazed over the reports laid out on his desk. He’d been sat here for the better half of a day trying to make sense of the accounting, but his father’s system just never maid sense to him. He made a mental note to reorganise the system once he had a spare minute and he wasn’t in the middle of an impending war. Shoving the papers to the side, Layke picked up the report Henrie had brought with him when he arrived last week. The prince and his men had been settled for a few days now and their training was coming along nicely. Despite not having the advantage of Belle and his marital strength, the enforcers of Moonbeam worked hard to keep up and refused to slack even though they had a disadvantage. Layke respected that, a lot. Henrie had done some further digging into the original witch they found in the hut. It turns out the rumours were true. The witch had been mated to a faerie in Willowisp, an enforcer in fact. But the Willowisp monarch didn’t accept the mati
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Belle kept herself occupied for the rest of the night. She had a film night with Lottie and Sutton, forcing her friends to watch three different movies so she could focus on anything but Layke or what he had said, or more importantly, the face that she… cared for him. She refused to say the L word. It was officially banned from her vocabulary. She tried hard to appear normal when she went to get a drink from the kitchen, but she was pretty certain no one had bought it from the way the guys hovered around her whilst shooting scowls at Layke. But she continued with the act, even when Layke had spoken to her she spoke to him. And when he had pulled her onto his lap, Belle let him. There was desperation in is gentle touch, careful but on guard in case she was feeling flighty. None of Layke’s touches were seductive or teasing, all soft and apologetic. But it did nothing to ease her hurt or help her relax. How could she relax under the touch of the guy she… cared for when he was nothing t
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“Is this your new thing, Belle – putting space between us?” Layke shook his head, tsking at her. “It won’t work. We’re mates.” “Wrong. We might have mated, but we didn’t do it because we chose each other and wanted to have that bond, we came together for a deal. That makes it an arrangement, not a mating.” “I don’t care for what you want to call it, Belle. The point is, I’ve claimed you and we have a connection you can ignore. Neither of us can't ignore.” “And this connection means I am supposed to give you whatever you want?” Belle snorted. “Well fuck you.” “I know you’re upset with me, baby, but did you give me a chance to aplogise? Or did you try to freeze me out?” It surprised her that he seemed genuinely hurt by that, in fact he looked it too. “Who said I was upset?” “If you’re not upset then prove it. Come here so I can give you what both of us want.” He fisted his cock. “You want this, baby.” He was right, the bastard. She couldn’t help but be annoyed at her body – it di
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Tangled in the sheets of their bed, Belle closed her eyes and found their connection instantly. She felt it everywhere, like Layke was a shadow. She couldn’t touch or feel it, but it was there – a part of her. She knew he was genuinely happy they had bonded, knew he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let her leave him no matter what. When she opened her eyes, Layke framed her face with his hands, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’d never purposefully hurt you. Never. I’m a man which means I’ll fuck up. Regularly. I’m shit with words, I sprout crap when I’m angry, and I’m about as romantic as a rock. But you’re more important to me than anything else. The future may be messy, fuck it will be messy. But I don’t care. As long as you’re here, I don’t care.” Belle smiled. “Me too.” Gently, he brought her face to his and ravished her mouth, gliding his tongue against hers and drinking her into him. “Let’s go get breakfast.” He told her. Strolling through the hallway, hand in h
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