As we pulled into the driveway, a startling realization dawned on me-I was no longer afraid of what the future might hold. Despite the looming dangers and the knowledge that I could be manipulated as a weapon, none of it seemed to matter anymore. For so long, I had doubted Ethan and Kieran, convinced they were too good to be true. It felt improbable that I had been blessed with not one but two soulmates, destined to cherish and support me forever. Though hesitant to declare love just yet, I yearned for something deeper.
Ethan and Kieran’s parents were already asleep when we entered the house, sparing them from sensing my tumultuous emotions, which I struggled to conceal. I fought to steady my trembling fingers, anxiety gnawing at me. Despite my limited understanding, Kat had briefed me on werewolves’ mating rituals. It struck me as ironic that my intimate experiences so far had only been with Ethan and Kieran, yet they still managed to evoke fresh nerves and excitement in me.
Walking through the quiet halls toward our shared bedroom, I realized that mere physical intimacy would never suffice. I wanted to intertwine myself with them on every level, to leave an indelible mark on their souls unmistakably mine. The notion of having two destined mates, born to love me, felt almost too good to be true-a tiny compensation perhaps, amidst the chaos and strife that often defined a werewolf’s life. Amidst the turmoil, a sliver of happiness emerged, promising that regardless of the challenges ahead, my heart could find solace in their love.
“Can you unzip me?” I asked Kieran, blushing as Ethan’s lingering gaze followed me into the bedroom.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Kieran murmured, his eyes softening as I brushed my hair aside and turned to face him.
His rough fingers traced along my shoulders, applying just enough pressure to send a shiver down my spine. The cool metal zipper against my bare back emitted a soft noise as Kieran lowered it to the base of my dress. His fingers lingered inside, grazing my ribcage and stomach, his breathing growing heavier. It wasn’t mere lust emanating from him, but a gentle reverence. Each touch on my soft skin seemed to lift him, filling him with a sense of awe and contentment.
Ethan and Kieran’s desire felt insatiable, a consuming darkness hovering on the edge, ready to overwhelm and engulf me at any moment. Instead of succumbing to the overwhelming anxiety, I leaned into Kieran’s touch, allowing his emotions to wash over me and dispel my lingering apprehensions. I felt safe, safer than I had ever felt before. These two towering werewolves would defend me with their lives-a liberating realization, something I had yearned for all my life.
One of Kieran’s hands ventured higher, teasing the edge of my delicate bra, while the other traced lazy circles along my hip bones. My legs involuntarily clenched together, surrendering to the tantalizing sensation of his rough fingers against my smooth skin. A deep, husky chuckle resonated near my ear, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I could sense Kieran inhaling deeply, burying his nose in my hair.
“After your little performance earlier, why shouldn’t I just take you now?” His voice dropped several octaves, resonating deep within me.
A surge of pressure built low in my abdomen, a budding heat between my legs. Kieran’s fingertips tantalized the edge of my underwear, teasing but never descending lower. The slow circles were exquisite torture, a blend of agony and sultry pleasure dancing across my skin.
The words slipped from my lips before I fully comprehended them, carried away by the sparks igniting my senses and the overwhelming desire pulsing from Kieran.
“Do it, Kieran,” I murmured huskily. “Take me.”
Before I could blink, I found myself tossed backward onto the bed. My legs parted as Kieran positioned himself between them, my wrists clasped together and raised above my head. His grip was firm, imparting a delicious hint of pain. Onyx fire blazed in his eyes as he hovered above me, plush lips parted and warm breath caressing my cheek.
Even without sensing his emotions, I could feel his arousal pressed against my thigh, heating my face. I instinctively tried to turn away, suddenly self-conscious under Kieran’s intense scrutiny. His free hand shot up, gripping my chin firmly until I met his gaze. His touch sent a jolt of response through me, igniting a raw need beneath my skin. It felt like Kieran was claiming every inch of me-body and soul.
“Are you teasing me, sweetheart?” Kieran growled, his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Tell me what you want, Sophia. Tell me, or I might take it all.”
“I want… all of you,” I rasped, my voice barely audible amidst the rush of sensations.
His self-control wavered, a tenuous tether about to snap. With a sharp tearing sound that echoed through the room, scraps of dark fabric fluttered around us, pooling on the bed. The sudden rush of cool air against my exposed skin made me gasp sharply. Kieran had torn my dress to shreds, leaving only my lacy black underwear and bra-a modest ensemble that now felt embarrassingly inadequate for the occasion.
“Don’t,” Kieran rasped, his voice gravelly as his eyes roamed my body. His dark gaze met mine, filled with smoldering desire. Each word he uttered felt like both a curse and a blessing, delivered with raw intensity.
“You’re perfect… so fucking perfect.”
Kieran’s teeth grazed down my neck, focusing with predatory intent on the tender skin between my throat and shoulder. As his tongue traced a path over the sensitive area, my back arched involuntarily, overwhelmed by the flood of sensation. Pure, undiluted pleasure radiated through every nerve, tingling down to my toes. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp as Kieran continued to toy with my senses.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, Kat’s words about a marking process flitted through my thoughts, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. All that mattered was Kieran, here and now.
“Are you sure about this, Sophia?” Kieran murmured softly, his hooded eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment.
“I’m sure… I’ve never done this before, but I’m sure,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Kieran paused, his weight pressing into me. “Have we been the first to taste you? To kiss you?”
“Yes,” I nodded, my voice barely a whisper, heart pounding in my chest.
My inexperience left me feeling vulnerable and self-conscious, unsure of myself in this new realm of intimacy.
“Good,” Kieran’s voice thundered deep, his eyes burning with pure satisfaction.