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Sexy vampire royalty, curses, an evil cult, and ancient prophecies all stand in the way of Lana figuring out why her mom vanished twenty-six years ago. Do her answers lie in the fae realm?
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“You ready for some groundwork techniques?”
”Ready as I’ll ever be!”
He smirks. “Lie on your back, knees up.”
I quirk an eyebrow but lower myself to the ground and lay on the bed of grass and leaves. He kneels next to me, careful to keep a respectful distance from my body, but his pale blue gaze and scent of cloves betrays his thoughts. There’s a slight hesitation before he swings his leg over to straddle me and places his palms on my shoulders. I involuntarily squeeze my thighs for friction, and the look on Auguste’s face tells me he notices, but he doesn’t comment on it.
”What are you thinking right now?” The words spill out of my mouth without my permission.
He leans in closer until my ragged breath stirs the hair hanging in his eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. Anticipation makes my pulse thump wildly in my chest.
“How much I want to touch you,” he whispers in my ear. The intensity of his words makes my body flush with heat, and I forget how to breathe. I’m caught in the moment until he pulls away, obviously waiting for me to give him permission, but I won’t grant him what he wants; not until I’ve discussed it more with my mates.
“You are touching me.”
He grins. “That I am.”
His head whips up and his smirk turns more devious. I follow his gaze and spot my mates casually leaning against trees at the perimeter of the clearing. I use this opportunity to catch Auguste off guard by bringing my arms up and out, so his arms fold and his grip weakens enough for me to roll on top of him.
With a Cheshire grin plastering my face, I give him a little pat-pat on the cheek.
A soft, husky laugh comes out of his mouth and sends a shiver through my body, despite the Chilean heat.
“Snack time, lover boy.”
I pop up from his chest and turn to face my mates, who now stalk towards us. It’s hard not to laugh at how flustered Auguste looks, so I offer him my hand to help him up.
Oz reaches me first and slides his arms around my waist for a hug. I cringe inwardly because I’m so sticky and sweaty, but my thoughts don’t dissuade him. He presses his mouth to mine and gives a little nip to my bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from me before I deepen the kiss, begging for more.
“Gonna admit, that was really hot.” Gideon’s purr sounds in my ear and I pull back from Oz and roll my eyes before looking my other mate’s way.
“What’s hot?”
“Watching you own Auguste like that.”
“Is that so?” I throw my arms around his neck. “Then I suppose I’m glad you didn’t see the first four hours he kicked my ass.”
He chuckles before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. After a quick peck, he sets me down and motions to the snacks and drinks they brought from the house.
”Ready as I’ll ever be!”
He smirks. “Lie on your back, knees up.”
I quirk an eyebrow but lower myself to the ground and lay on the bed of grass and leaves. He kneels next to me, careful to keep a respectful distance from my body, but his pale blue gaze and scent of cloves betrays his thoughts. There’s a slight hesitation before he swings his leg over to straddle me and places his palms on my shoulders. I involuntarily squeeze my thighs for friction, and the look on Auguste’s face tells me he notices, but he doesn’t comment on it.
”What are you thinking right now?” The words spill out of my mouth without my permission.
He leans in closer until my ragged breath stirs the hair hanging in his eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. Anticipation makes my pulse thump wildly in my chest.
“How much I want to touch you,” he whispers in my ear. The intensity of his words makes my body flush with heat, and I forget how to breathe. I’m caught in the moment until he pulls away, obviously waiting for me to give him permission, but I won’t grant him what he wants; not until I’ve discussed it more with my mates.
“You are touching me.”
He grins. “That I am.”
His head whips up and his smirk turns more devious. I follow his gaze and spot my mates casually leaning against trees at the perimeter of the clearing. I use this opportunity to catch Auguste off guard by bringing my arms up and out, so his arms fold and his grip weakens enough for me to roll on top of him.
With a Cheshire grin plastering my face, I give him a little pat-pat on the cheek.
A soft, husky laugh comes out of his mouth and sends a shiver through my body, despite the Chilean heat.
“Snack time, lover boy.”
I pop up from his chest and turn to face my mates, who now stalk towards us. It’s hard not to laugh at how flustered Auguste looks, so I offer him my hand to help him up.
Oz reaches me first and slides his arms around my waist for a hug. I cringe inwardly because I’m so sticky and sweaty, but my thoughts don’t dissuade him. He presses his mouth to mine and gives a little nip to my bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from me before I deepen the kiss, begging for more.
“Gonna admit, that was really hot.” Gideon’s purr sounds in my ear and I pull back from Oz and roll my eyes before looking my other mate’s way.
“What’s hot?”
“Watching you own Auguste like that.”
“Is that so?” I throw my arms around his neck. “Then I suppose I’m glad you didn’t see the first four hours he kicked my ass.”
He chuckles before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. After a quick peck, he sets me down and motions to the snacks and drinks they brought from the house.