Any orgasm she’d had before this one was like nothing, Melli thought dimly. There was nothing to compare to the feeling of the man she loved filling her so completely in two places at once—shooting his seed and his essence into her at the same time as he Claimed her and made her his forever.
“Oh!” she gasped as Liosh held her tightly to him and continued to pump inside her. “Oh, Liosh—love you so much!”
“Love you too, sweetheart—forever,” she heard him say and knew at once what it meant—their mental link had been established and their bonding was successful.
“It’s not successful until I make you come again,” Liosh sent. “Hold on sweetheart, we’re not nearly done yet. I’m going to make love to you and make you mine all night long.”
“Yes, Liosh,” Melli sent back. Love me all night—bond me to you over and over!”
“As my Lady wishes,” he growled and bit her again.
As another deep orgasm tingled through Melli’s body, she knew that she and her Kindred were finally together and that they would never be apart again. And her joy was doubled because Jodi was bonded too. Their lives were forever changed for the better.
And it never would have happened if the sisters hadn’t decided to try…Taming Two Warriors.
The End
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FANG AND CLAW,
Nocturne Academy, Book Two.
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My name is Kaitlyn Fellows and I'll never be the same.
The Fire stole everything from me.
My home...my family...even my beauty.
The right side of my face is normal—even pretty. But the left side, I hide in shame. That's where The Fire marked me...scarred me forever.
At Nocturne Academy I'm nothing—just a little Norm girl with no supernatural powers and a disfigured face.
Which is why it's so strange that a big, handsome Drake like Ari Reyes should take an interest in me.
But it isn't only Ari who wants me.
For under his high cheekbones and clear amber eyes, Ari hides another, much more frightening visage—A Drake, the fire-breathing monster that lives within him.
A monster who has decided I should be his alone.
Can I survive Ari's love for me? And more importantly, can I survive the love of his Drake?
Because once a girl has been claimed by a Drake, the only way out is through The Fire.
What am I going to do?
One
Kaitlyn
The flames come for me—vivid orange and yellow. I can feel the heat baking off them and their bright fingers reach for me hungrily—wrapping around me, enfolding me in the terrible searing pain I can never escape…never forget.
Outside the door, I hear my mother and father screaming.
The door bursts open at last and they are there, but the flames already have me—I can feel them licking up the back of my nightgown like hungry tongues, setting my hair afire with light. They are ravenous—insatiable. They intended to eat me alive—I know that just as I know there is no escape from them.
“Katy!” my mother screams as she runs to me, heedless of the wall of fire between us. “Katy—my baby!”
She dives through the flames, not caring that they catch her too, wrapping around her like the wings of a great and terrible bird enfolding her. She pulls me close and begins to beat at the fire that is trying to eat me, all while my father is shouting for us to hurry, yelling that we have to run…have to get out…
Get out, I think. We have to get out!
We will never get out.
And then I smell the awful scent of burning flesh and know it is my own…
I woke up with tears in my eyes and my throat closed tight with panic, as I always did when I dreamed of The Fire.
I thought of it that way—capitalized in my head. Why not? It was certainly important enough—it had taken everything from me. It was probably what my English teacher would call “the seminal event” of my entire life and though it had happened over two years ago, when I was barely fourteen, the dream made it seem as fresh as ever. I could still hear my parents screams, echoing above the roaring flames…
A sob caught in my throat and then another as a vast sense of loss filled me. They were gone—they had left me all alone and they were never coming back. My wonderful, wise mother and my handsome, smartass father, who was always cracking dad jokes to make us groan. I would never see them again—not on this side of eternity, anyway.
I know lots of teenagers don’t get along with their parents—and my relationship with mine hadn’t been perfect. But we had laughed together and loved each other and really, almost never disagreed.
I wondered if it would hurt less if we had fought more.
The vast ocean of grief—its waters as deep and black and cold as space—threatened to overwhelm me. I felt like I would drown in it sometimes.
Sometimes I even wanted to.
The loss of my parents filled me for a moment and my heart ached almost as much as my scars, which covered my arms and the entire left side of my body. Sometimes I tried to remember what I had looked like without them—back when all of my face—not just the right side—was pretty and pleasing to look at. Now the left side looked melted and what used to be smooth, light brown skin had been replaced by pinkish-white scar tissue, knotted
