Page 19 of The Dark War

“Their eyes, Kane.” Clara continued to pull the woman into the center of one circle. Dropping her ankle, she bolted out of the circle letting the warriors guide them to the proper holding space. “They are clouded. They look glazed.” Clara perked her head up to her overly massive mate, who stared on, watching the now large army succumb to that of the shifters and farmers.

“Are you hungry, mate?” Torin rasped, still watching the wolves herd the fae. “I can fetch you a deer.” Clara huffed her nose, shaking her tiny head. “No, I mean… there is something wrong.” Clara ran to Osirus but could not communicate. She barked at him like she was speaking, ripping the ground up with her claws to get his attention. Montu huffed in annoyance, trying to step away. Osirus dismounted, pulling his cape from his body and laying it on Clara until she shifted back into human form. Torin watched from afar, angry that his mate would shift in front of another man.

Stomping toward them, Clara wrapped the surrounding cloak, explaining the situation with the warrior’s eyes. Her voice was frantic, voice raising in high octaves, making Torin wince at the crackling of her voice. “There is something wrong, like a spell or curse! That bottle, the bottle from earlier!” Clara continued speaking, only to have Osirus’s neck gripped by Torin’s large clawed hands.

Clara screamed for Kane to stop, but Torin was in control. He pulled Osirus up by his neck, bringing him close to his face. “I come to help you, and you dare look at what is mine?” He salivated until the drool touched the bottom of Osirus’s boots. Osirus only smirked, enjoying the altercation. Something about messing with the tremendous alpha had him reeling with laughter.

Torin went to crack his neck, but Clara was faster. She climbed up the back of her mate’s tall body, completely naked and having her teeth elongate and pierce his marked shoulder. Torin’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, letting go of Osirus, feeling the intense pleasure his mate had put into his body.

Clara didn’t let go, her legs wrapped around his back. Torin slowly fell to his knees, succumbing to his mate. “Now that’s enough!” Clara yipped at him, wiping the blood from her mouth. Torin pulled her around, holding her small, fragile body to his hairy one. His arms were so large they covered her entire body. No one could look at what was his. “Mine.” He growled so all the surrounding shifters and fae could hear.

Torin purred, rubbing his scent onto his mate. She had forgotten who she belonged to. Only he could be around when she was naked. Torin growled, linking Marcus to take care of the soldier captives. He would teach his mate a lesson, make sure that she would never get naked in front of another male ever again.

Chapter Ten

Kane

Torinhadtakenover.I couldn’t control him. I could only hold him back for so long as we gnawed at their ankles, rendering them immobile. Pulling him back from killing the fae, especially when they tasted like chicken on our tongue, had us shaking with rage. Once our warriors had bitten them, the haze in their eyes lessened. Not sure if it was the venom from our wolves or the sheer amount of pain that shook them from their stupor, they looked confused as they were led away.

Torin had mind-linked Marcus, ensuring Osirus’s opposing army led to their proper quarters. They were already healing, but more questions spouted out from them as their weapons were seized. Torin growled as anyone got near, acting like a savage beast. My sweet mate only calmed us slightly as the frustration boiled in our blood.

Our warriors barred their necks, watching Torin holding our mate tightly in our arms. Her fingers tangled in the fur hanging from our jaw. “Torin, it’s all right,” she cooed at him. My mate was the only one that will calm him, but he radiated much resentment as he looked on the bloodless battlefield. Blood. He wanted more.

Huffing loudly, we turned, carrying our mate off into the nearby woods. The forest was dense and dark as the light sources set. Perfect for keeping prying eyes away from our mate. As much as Clara had become more comfortable shifting around our warriors, I hated it, and Torin loathed it.

It was natural to walk naked in Bergarian if you were a shifter. Many thought none of it, but not with us. Clara was ours, and we wanted no one to look at what was ours. Clara continued playing with the fur on our chest, twirling it into small loops of curl. She laughed, rubbing her head on our chest, Giana seeping her scent into our fur. This calmed Torin, only slightly.

Once we arrived in a small clearing, away from any shifter, fae, or fairy, we laid her down in the deep purple moss. Her eyes looked up at me, not taking her hand away, petting our cheek. “Now I know you are upset, Alpha,” she tried to reason. “But that was uncalled for.” Torin huffed in irritation, both claws pinning beside her shoulders as our body leaned over to pin her to the ground. This alone would bring any wolf to their feet, burying their nose into the sand to get away from such power. Not our mate. Our mate didn’t fear us, even in her human form. At least when we weren’t killing something.

Torin’s nose trailed up her neck, breathing heavily, taking in her scent. “We are in the middle of a war, Torin.” She pushed our chest. “I have to tell Osirus what is going on. They are under a spell. They aren’t willingly fighting against him.”

Torin growled, hearing the name. He didn’t like Osirus one bit. He had seen her near-naked once before, and it was all we could do to keep it together. Torin growled, pulling his head back from Clara’s neck. Not once did she flinch as she stared back into our eyes. “I know you are frustrated,” she hummed, tickling our nose.

“You didn’t get to release your frustration. You thought you were going to be killing some creatures, huh?” she cooed. “You know what else you haven’t gotten a release from?” Clara chuckled as Torin shifted back into our human form. Bones cracked, and the fur sucked into our body until the tattoos beneath the fur formed. The piercings I refused to remove had Clara lick her lips. Her fingers pulled gently on our nipple piercing.

“Maybe you need to ravage something else?” She winked. Torin picked her up, having her straddle our waist. Clara’s eyes flickered to show Giana on the other side. “Is my Alpha feeling frisky?” The growl in her chest tickled my piercings once I pinned her to the smooth bark of the tree. Torin’s mouth descended on hers, sucking her tongue into our mouth. Moaning, her hips pushed forward, straight into his erection. The piercing in my mouth tinkled against her teeth.

“Torin.” Her fingers went into his hair. There wasn’t time to get our mate ready. Our cock was painfully hard while we lined up our leaking tip. “I don’t think you have won the bet yet.” She bit into our lip with her fangs. We groaned, not caring about the damn bet. We wanted her body now.

“Fuck the bet. Better yet, let me fuck you.” Pushing into her deeply, her back arched, and her ample breasts leaked with milk for our child. Latching onto one nipple, she pulled my hair as I pulled at it harshly. “Torin!” she yelled out while we fucked her against the tree.

“You are our mate.” Torin forced himself inside. “My mate,” he mumbled into her tits. “Mine to fuck, mine to hold, mine to bare our pups.” Giana couldn’t reply, each thrust leaving her speechless as she held onto our shoulders. “Mine.” He growled again. Feeling our balls tighten, Giana rolled her eyes in the back of her head as we came into her womb, wrapping her in ropes of our seed.

“I’m not done.” Torin growled in her ear, pushing her to the ground on all fours. He wanted to dominate all of her, each and every part, as her ass laid plump in the air. The yellow lights escaped the moss as we again lined up into her core. Rolling the ball of our piercing between her lips, we slipped back inside, only for Giana to wiggle her ass.

Fuck, she felt so good.

Torin was relentless, not able to release his blood thirst. He took it out on Giana, and she reveled in it. Mind-linking Clara to make sure she was all right, she only hummed in desire. “More,” she whispered to me, as I could take back control over Torin. “Kane, more!” My claws gripped her hips, leaving bruises. She met me thrust for thrust so I could earn my pleasure from her, mark her as mine over and over. No other cock would descend into her, my cock alone, to travel into her cunt.

When this battle was over, and we won back Osirus’s crown, I would have her for days. All mine, this pussy was mine. “Come, mate.” I growled, watching my tattooed fingers grip her tighter. A silent scream left her lips. Turning her head to the side to watch the perfect sight, I placed my thumb into her mouth. As she left her high, she pressed her lips around it. Growling, I thrust two more times before spilling into her again.

Panting, I leaned over her back, pulling her to the side as my cock twitched inside her. “Kane.” She panted. Pulling her wet hair away from her face, I hovered over her, watching the now rising blue moon sheen over the sweat on her brow. “I need to put you on a schedule.” Her finger touched my nose as she panted.

“You and Torin get cranky when we don’t get alone time.” She giggled. Smiling down at her, I planted a kiss on her lips. “You’re right, and I do feel better.” I sighed. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I… couldn’t control him.” I looked away and checked our surroundings for any noises, but my internal battle with Torin still raged.

He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t hurt the innocent lives on that battlefield, but it was so damn hard not to keep him sated. He fucking lost it when she saw her shift. It was too much after fighting him to kill anyone. I couldn’t fail her. I couldn’t fail my mate and go against her order. I loved her too much to do that.

“Kane.” She pulled my face back to her. “You are conflicted. Talk to me.” I couldn’t hide things from her. She paid way too much attention to the bond we shared.

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