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Losing My Siren Luna 2.52
Lachlan POV “Bite it,” Killian growls. “Just a nibble.” The second Lira stepped out of her dress, he went wild, telling me to eat her in every way imaginable. I'm usually the one he tries to keep in check around her. Now the tables are turned. Right now, staring at her from behind, he’s mentioning every red-colored fruit there is, telling me to see if she tastes like any of them. The red lingerie is bringing out his wild side, making a hunger build inside of him. That hunger is in me as well. Cherries, strawberries, apples; I don't think any of those could come close to being as sweet as my Lira. I’m tempted to see for myself. I’ve never been more tempted in all my life, but I just got her comfortable with me. I’m not pushing her or acting like a wild fucking animal. Not yet, anyway. After leading her to the bed, I slowly and deliberately kiss her neck, making sure the bond she feels with me keeps her relaxed. Killian and I talked at length about this all day while we were m
Losing My Siren Luna 2.53
“Lira. My Lira,” Lachlan’s rough voice kept whispering against my skin. There was no fear. No hesitation. Everything that once held me back from loving this man has been replaced with this unyielding, all-consuming devotion, like my world revolves around his very being. My mark is now on full display on his thick neck, the faint light reflecting off the now scarred tissue. Pride fills me. He's mine. Val is already engrossed entirely with her mate, the two of them mirroring the elation that I feel.Lachlan lays me on the bed, his eyes intensely staring at me while stripping off the last of his clothes. His body has always been impressive to me, but now, in this context, I'm appreciating him in new, exciting ways, knowing that every single inch of him belongs to me. I feel it. The bond demands it. This man belongs to me and no one else.His hands work the delicate fabric off my body, his mouth hanging open and soft gasps leaving him as the sparks rush over his body with each touch. He
Losing My Siren Luna 2.54
Lachlan POV“Mine,” I whispered in her ear for the hundredth time tonight. “My Lira.”Lira looks absolutely lovely, her face glowing as she stares up at me with the most stunning smile on her delicate face. I trace her lips with my finger, my heart hammering against my chest from the thrill of the sparks I feel traveling up my hand. She’s mine, in every sense of the word. She is my wife, my mate, my entire world. Everything I am is hers, and she is mine. “Mine,” I repeated again, making her laugh in that amazing way she does, where her shoulders shake and her belly tightens, her legs folding up with the movement. She puts her entire body into that laugh, which fascinates me to no end. “Yes. Yes. I am yours,” Lira says in a voice that is hoarse from the passionate love making she had to endure all night after I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. She demanded nothing less of me, and soon my fear of hurting or scaring her left for good. I rest my head next to hers on the pillow,
Losing My Siren Luna 2.55
Jack POVI’m pacing in front of the damned armory, a trail forming in the dirt from the hours I have spent here, walking up and down the same few feet of shadowed walkway, waiting to hear some news about the party that left early yesterday morning to check the borders of this pack. The party that left with my crew mate. The maddening woman did not even bother to ask me if I was bothered by her leaving with the group of men or not. Mostly, if not entirely, unmated men. All of whom I'm sure would jump at the chance to keep her warm at night.Lucky is the one who found me at the bar to tell me, and I almost wrung his neck at the time. I want to wring someone out now for allowing such disrespect.Who does she think she is, just abandoning me like this? With several unmated men at that.“You were the asshole who drove her away,” Oisin grumbles, annoyed with me more than anyone else. “By doing what the woman told me to do! How was I to know she would act this way?”“She’s a woman. A woma
Losing My Siren Luna 2.56
Beretta POVIt happened as we were resting by the campfire, enjoying the start of our dinner of jerked beef and dried fish with crackers. One of the men had picked wild herbs while collecting firewood, and one of the towns we had passed through had offered the Beta jared vegetable stew for our dinner. We were waiting for that to heat up over the fire, and the kettle of wild chamomile and mint tea to brew. The day had been interesting. I would even go so far as to describe it as fun, though riding all day was hard on the body.I got to see the outskirts of the pack’s territory, and it truly was a magnificent place. The beauty of the land inward matched the beauty of the sea. The lush greenery and fields of wildflowers were vibrant with wildlife. Deer and elk were in abundance, not even scared of our movements as we passed through. The towns were picturesque and added to the scenery instead of taking away from the natural wonder of it all. You could see evidence of war in many of the
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Elelira POV “Can I not convince you to stay here?” Lachlan asks me again, staring at me from across the stables as Cherum readies one of the spare horses for me. I smiled softly from hearing his voice in my head, but shook my head no. We’ve been over this since Cherum interrupted us and told us of what happened to Nilo, Beretta and the rest of the team being attacked at the border. I am not going to just stay home and do nothing, no matter how much he begs. “I love you,” I told him to soften the blow. “Then stay home,” he growls. “Ah, that’s not how love works.” I understand his worries. His mother was killed in battle, and he doesn’t want to be left alone again. He doesn’t want to lose me. I don’t want to lose him either. I bet that was why his mother fought. She would rather die alongside her mate than have a life without him. This sounds like a simple rescue mission, though. I'm not staying here and doing nothing. “You can take charge of the pack in my stead.” I chuckled
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Unknown POVThe sounds. That’s something I will never get used to. The sounds of endless chaos and depravity going on around me. The sounds echo off the walls, amplified by our own fears. The sounds are what breaks you first.Everything has gotten worse over the past few days. The normal sounds, well, as normal as they can become when you are living in a literal hell, have been overrun with constant torturous cries and chants for destruction. Whose destruction, I don’t know, but the pack or kingdom they are after now must be something powerful. Something big. Through the bars in the window that give us a sliver of a glimpse of the outside world, we have seen hordes and hordes of demons and dark fae of every kind marching through the pavilion. They all seemed ready for war.Our master has not paid us a visit in several days either. That is completely out of character for the wretched filth. He rarely goes a day without defiling our bodies. He seems addicted to the screams of the new
Losing My Siren Luna 2.59
Cedric POV“Please, be here. Please be here. Please be here,” I murmured to myself, swimming along the coast of the western borders to Wayne’s pack, hoping to find some sign of my King and my people.I’ve been calling for them all morning, sending out wave after wave of magic, hoping not to have to go this far from my princess. I wanted someone to meet me halfway so I could get back by the time they left.There’s not a prayer of that working out for me now. I had to swim like hell to make it here, and now I can’t see any signs of them anywhere.It was just a single squad of knights, led by Lillian, accompanying our king, but I still thought I could find one of them in the water.As I’m circling the docks again, I am about to just go on land to see if I can find anyone on two feet since I'm having such a hard time with fins, but then the King himself comes diving into the water.The transformation starts out subtly, his fins taking form with his legs. The pack here is under the impres
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