I feel Kyan return as his hands trail up my side, peeling my shirt up and tugging it off over my head. The feel of his warm hands traveling over my skin to the sides of my breasts makes me shiver. The sparks I missed return, making my nipples harden.
Kyan pulls me closer, lifting me higher, his lips wrapping around the hard bud as he flicks it with his tongue. I sigh, gripping his hair, enjoying the warmth of his touch and the feel of his hot mouth on my body. Hands grab my hair, tangling in it, and tug my head back before Jonah’s lips mold around mine. His tongue invades my mouth, playing with mine. Fuck. This feels like heaven and sin. Both my mates, wanting me and loving me. The heat of their strong bodies fills me with warmth as it consumes me.
Their touch lights a fire I would happily burn in just to keep their touch. Sparks rush everywhere as the bonds flare to life. Kyan’s lips move higher, and Jonah lets me go, leaving me breathless as Kyan runs his tongue over Jonah’s mark on my neck. The sensation makes me moan before he kisses the spot, and I feel his lips part, his canines raking over it. My eyes fall, closing when he sinks them into my flesh. Sparks race over me everywhere, and goosebumps rise on my skin, my toes curling, and I gasp as pleasure courses through me.
Within seconds, weightlessness crashes into me, and I blink as he pulls his teeth from my neck, blinking up at the ceiling as the room starts to grow darker. My body feels like it is liquifying, and Kyan’s fingers grip the back of my neck as I have no control over it, and it lulls to the side. He turns my face toward his. His tongue traces the seam of my lips.
“I love you, Ella,” he whispers softly against my lips before kissing me tenderly. I blink at him to see him smile softly as darkness steals my vision.
Marabella
Weightlessness consumes me, the oblivion fades when I am suddenly somewhere else. A place I have never seen before, in a time that no longer exists. A woman stands next to a huge square stone, a man on the other side. His resemblance to Kyan and all Octavian men is uncanny. Witches circle around, chanting, their hands in the air as storm clouds swirl above. Their clothes and dresses tell me this is a period of time that existed centuries ago, long before my existence.
“Once this is done, it cannot be undone, Kaif,” the woman says. He peers over his shoulder at the young woman, who stands off to the side but within arms reach of Kaif. She has the same regal air to her as the woman, who holds out her hand to Kaif, a dagger is in her hand, the same blade I saw upstairs yet no gemstone is in its hilt.
“It’s the only way, Celeste; I will not lose her,” Kaif tells the woman, her dark flowing curls pick up in the wind, blowing behind her like a dark veil as magic surges around, making the wind stronger.
“Very well. Luna, come forward, dear,” Celeste calls to her daughter. Kaif smiles tenderly at her, though I can see the dangerous glint in his eyes. A glint that tells me he is no longer human. Kaif is a Lycan, a beast. Looking around the vast village, I notice the Lycans chained down, caged, yet here Kaif stands in control, and by the look on his face as he stares down at his future mate, she is the one that helped him keep that control. And I recognize this to be the seance that binds them. Celeste cut both their palms before drawing the blood into the stone.
She murmurs a few words as their blood mingles together. And then, all of a sudden, it catches fire and turns to tar before she raises her hand, drawing the tar-like substance off the rock and into the air. The flames of the torches stab into the ground, flare high into the sky while the tar-like blood drops fall back into a goblet Celeste holds in her hands. I watch as Kaif and Luna drink from the goblet; it appears to be some ceremony.
“Correct,” Dominic’s voice says, answering my thoughts when he materializes beside me.
“This was the first pairing; she tied their souls. Now watch,” Dominic says, and I turn my gaze back to the memory playing out in front of me. Kaif drinks from the goblet and heaves in a breath, his eyes flickering black before he roars, suddenly shifting, and out comes the beast.
Celeste jumps back away from him and tries to tug her daughter away, who just stares. Kaif’s breathing is ragged, and he truly is the monster they portray him to be at this moment. Luna, however, holds no such fear despite her mother trying to pull her back. Instead, she reaches her hand up and cups his giant furry face, her hand runs down his neck to stop as it falls over his heart.
“Right here, this where you are,” Luna murmurs to him. His trembling stops, his breathing slows, and finally, he begins to shift back; it is so weird seeing a Kyan look-alike in a time period that ended eons ago. Back to himself, he grabs Luna around the waist and sinks his teeth into her neck. She clutches his arms and her back arches as he marks her before she passes out. “Mine, forever mine,” Kaif murmurs as he scoops her up.
“That was our first mistake, taking a god’s daughter for a mate,” Dominic whispers as my surroundings swirl and fade before it morphs to another time and place sometime later.
Luna is holding a baby boy in her arms. She sits in a rocking chair, her son is suckling at her breast on the porch of their home. It is a clear day as I stare at the vast homestead. Kaif, I could see in the distance, is in the fields sowing seeds by hand, working the land while Luna watches on with a smile on her face.
I watch Kaif, and it isn’t until I hear Luna’s scream for him do I turn back to the house. A man appears out of nowhere. He stands on the step. I find him imposing; this man commands attention, and the vibe he gives off sends an ice cold chill up my spine and threatens to steal the air from my lungs.
“Father!” Luna gasps, clutching her baby boy in her arms. Hades tilts his head, observing his daughter, looking her up and down with judging eyes and a sneer of disapproval.
“Your mother was a fool for thinking she could hide you from me,” Hades speaks as he walks up the steps slowly. His steps are calculated and his eyes fall on the baby boy in her arms. Hades sneers and glances over at Kaif in the fields before glaring at his daughter.
“You dare disrespect me so, to breed with the mutts your mother created,” Hades snarls. Luna backs up, and I hear Kaif’s roar behind me, but he is too far away. Hades tries to grab his daughter, but she is helpless with her arms full with their son. She could only run, which is what she does.