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My back hit the stone wall as his hands gripped my hips tightly, like he didn’t trust himself not to let go.
His mouth tore from mine only to trail down the curve of my neck, teeth grazing the mark he’d given me. I gasped, my head falling back against the wall.
“I canna leave like this,” he murmured against my skin. “Not without reminding ye who the fuck ye belong tae.”
“Lennox—” I started, but he caught my mouth again, silencing me with another brutal kiss that made my knees tremble.
Then he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall. I cried out, my legs wrapping around his waist, the hard bulge ofhis massive cock grinding against my center as he held me there.
He was the one in control. He needed this… needed to know I was here with him and this was real. So I clung to him, breathless, aching, and overwhelmed in the best way.
When he was done mouth-fucking me, he rested his forehead against mine, his voice ragged as he groaned, “I should be leaving.”
“But ye’re no’ going tae,” I whispered, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “No’ until ye make me feel alive again. No’ until I feel ye pushing deep in my body and claiming me all over again.”
He growled low and deep in his chest, then rocked his hips against me again, slow and hard enough to make my breath catch.
“I’ll take ye against this wall,” he muttered darkly, “fully geared up and armed tae the teeth.”
I was wet. Gods, I was so wet for him.
“I’ll mark ye all over again so every inch of ye aches for me while I’m gone.” And then his mouth crashed against mine. And I let him.
Because at that moment, nothing else mattered.
22
VAETROV OF THE LEANDREAN
Katara faction of theOtherworld
The chamber hummed with low, steady energy, the kind that made bones feel brittle and thoughts burst into tiny fragments.
This was the dark magic that pulsed through the underworld. And it made me feel powerful.
I stood at the center of the origin of all evil. The place I was born, pushed out of my mother’s womb and left to die. Naked, screaming, bloody and starved. But I hadn’t died. I lived. I thrived. And I was ready to take what was mine.
The obsidian beneath my feet vibrated with power, and the scent of scorched sulfur was thickin the air. The stalactites above made the cave appear smaller than it was.
Creating a semicircle around me, a group of fellow Leandreans waited for my command—Ryddal, Kartok, Seeran, Elandra, and a few others.
Each one had the same appearance as me with slight differences that made us distinguishable from the next Leandrean.
Tall and with hard muscle to take down our enemies. Gray skin, six fingers, and claws black as the night. Long, white hair we never cut, never sullied. And eyes… ones void of light, pitch-black of hope, or anything that could be soft or humane.
We were not made for mercy. We were the Leandrean. Keepers of thresholds. Keyholders of the forgotten doors—the dimensions that linked all worlds together.
And we were done keeping evil at bay and the world safe. We were opening those doors and letting it rain chaos.
“I felt them move,” I said, breaking the silence, my voice echoing through the cavern like a rusted blade scraping stone. “The Therabus struck the Eastern European stronghold last night. Blood soaked the ground, adding more payment to the result.” I looked at each member of my house. “By now, the Lycans will know the Therabusare the threat.”
Ryddal’s laughter slithered out from behind his jagged teeth. “They are already clinging to their old ways and order, to their frail alliances. They wrap themselves in it like it’s armor.”
“Their softness will be their downfall,” Kartok added, stepping forward. He lifted his hand and drew a circle in the air. The air bent and distorted until a visual orb appeared. The Scottish Lycan stronghold shimmered into view. “They build supernatural walls against enemies they can’t even see.”
“They will know us soon enough,” Seeran said with a smile.
A whimper had us all turning and looking at the creature huddled in the cave's corner.
