“Aurelio. Call me Aurelio.” It’s been so long since I’ve said my real name, it sounds almost unfamiliar.
Her eyes shut briefly. Enough to press the brimming tears to her lashes, but I lean up and catch them in a kiss before they can track down her cheek.
“Aurelio. I love you, Aurelio. Make me come, Aurelio. Stay with me, Aurelio.”
I grip her hips and drive up, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, following pure instinct. Our eyes stay locked, hers heavy-lidded and hungry, until the coiling pleasure threatens to burst. She shifts her position, taking me impossibly deeper, and I watch her unravel—her lips parting, her breath catching as waves of ecstasy wash over her.
Her pussy spasms around my cock, and the pressure sends her over the edge. Her walls clench tight as she crests and cries out, and I surrender, my release tearing through me like lightning as I fill her up, spilling into her with violent shuddering force.
My knot aches to claim her, but I resist—not here. Not like this.
Our breathing finds its rhythm again, reality seeping back in. Mona lies against me, flushed and glistening, the constellation of freckles across her body catching the dim light. I marvel at the feel of her. The fuckinggiftof having her, whispering thanks to the Moon Goddess.
I'm only able to bask for a moment. Then I feel it—the ward has fallen. “Dammit.”
I ease her aside with apologetic hands, my dick slipping out of her wet heat, dripping slick. As much as I want to enjoy that right now, her safety means more, so I rise to my feet.
“What’s wrong?”
I grimace and press my hand against the wall. “The ward fell. I wasn’t paying attention. It must’ve happened during the rut.”
Holding my palms up, I chant again. Deidre’s witches dismantled my spell, and I was too distracted to notice.
“Do you need more blood?” Mona extends her wrist.
I shake my head firmly. “No. I’m not taking any more of your blood.”
“But if we need it?”
“No. It’s only a matter of time, now, anyway.” The witches are nowhere in sight, but something tells me we’re running out of time. But I still don’t know what her plan is, and it’s hard to strategize against her without having any idea what she actually wants.
I pace the perimeter of the cell, pausing to listen between the bars, tilting my head to catch distant noise. I peer over at Mona. “Your friend seems fine for now.”
Mona gets up and listens in. And immediately pulls back, smirking. “Yep, Andrea seems fine for now.”
Normally I’d keep my worries from Mona, but she can feel me through the bond now. I try to tamp down my concern at our precarious situation, but there’s no helping it. Instead, I offer encouraging smiles, but they likely come out more like a grimace. In truth, she seems okay for now.
And so we wait.
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Chapter 38: Mona
The cramping starts low in my belly.
Mona, something’s wrong, Beep urges, rousing me from sleep. After giving up on trying to get Ghost to use our time wisely—he and I have different ideas on what that means—I got dressed and watched him pace the cell, muttering to himself.
Being able to read him through the bond is wonderful and relieving. Before, I’d have gone through great pains trying to read him, to understand where his head was at. But through the bond, I felt his worry about the situation, so his distraction didn’t offend me. Especially when he paused every few minutes to look over at me, with fire in his eyes.
I’ve learned the bond isn’t like a radar, but somehow I could sense my other mates weren’t too far away. So, I laid back and watched as Ghost plotted and planned, all the while wondering what the fuck I thought I was going to do, coming here alone.
At the very least, the witches would have drained me more than once.
I must’ve dozed off though because I wake to a strange pain in my belly, like a squeezing cramp.
Mona, Beep snaps again. Then a sharp pain hits me and I cry out.
Ghost spins on his heel and rushes over, kneeling down. “What is it?”
