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“Bale, let him help her.” Luka nods, walking to stand beside me, his hand touching her skin as soon as he reaches the bed. “Our girl is passed out after having the life fucked out of her and snapping a bond into place with both of us at the same time, yet still, all that I can siphon is excitement. She has zero fear. She is meant for us. All of us.”

“Make it fucking quick, Pyro. No lingering where you shouldn't be either. We need to talk this shit out before we end up tearing each other to shreds. Luka, you stay here and keep an eye on this asshole. If I stay, I will end up tearing his spine out, tail first,” I order, nodding at Luka before storming out.

I start to strum my fingers against my thigh to the beat of her heartbeat as I pace, needing to move and keep busy to avoid running back into the room and shredding Pyro for touching what is mine.

I can hear his footsteps drawing closer to my bed, falling heavily on the old timber floor. He’s still in his hellhound form, his power at its strongest when he’s in his natural state. “Fuck me, why is that so fucking hot?” Luka suddenly moans from the room, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks.

LUKA

Pyro looks up from his place between Wynn’s thighs with a snarl, baring his teeth at my comment. I shrug my shoulders at his little display, biting back a laugh.

“What? I didn’t think I would find a fire mutt licking the blood off my mate’s skin hot either, but here we are. Get back to work before Bale gets mad and rips you to shreds.”

At that exact moment, the door flies open as Bale charges into the space, his eyes pinned on the scene. Pyro’s head shakes before he leans over her once more, running his tongue along the bite on her nipple. Her body reacts to his touch, raising up ever so slightly and chasing the warmth. She isn't quite awake, but she’s not out cold anymore either.

He slowly moves down to her stomach, following the trail left by the hound’s teeth. A small whimper escapes her as he dips between her thighs, breaking the otherwise dead silence in the room, while her body lightly writhes in the sheets from his touch alone.

He hesitates when he gets to her core, the mix of our releases and her blood likely still dripping out of her right before his eyes. My cock strains against my jeans painfully, watching intently as he internally battles whether to heal her pretty little cunt or not.

“Fuck it,” he growls, gliding his tongue through her core before pushing it as deep as his form will allow. A moan rips from her throat at the intrusion, her hands gripping the black silk so hard that small tears form from her nails.

My brother moves to stand beside the bed, his body rigid and alert as he traces his fingers along the bite mark he made on her neck, the only mark Pyro left there.

A rumble suddenly sounds from Pyro, his eyes burning brighter than they were before. It looks as if the embers are alight with fire dancing behind the now reddened coals. Wynn’s entire body starts to tremor as an almost pained expression crosses her stunning features. Her breathing becomes labored quickly, her chest heaving with each deep breath she takes.

Bale’s eyes are pinned to Pyro’s teeth, which are now scraping harder along her stomach as he edges his tongue deeper inside of her. Small droplets of blood start forming on the impact points, drawing all of his attention. Her back arches off the mattress more, pressing herself into his teeth a little harder before she falls apart, covering Pyro’s face and chest in her release.

He finally eases out of her, gliding his tongue across the fresh cuts along her stomach left behind by his teeth, before moving from the bed and shifting into his more human form.

She must have come to at some stage, and he had kept her lucid to finish healing her before she woke up properly.

Bale walks over to the large chest that sits against the wall, pulling out a black fur blanket and draping it over her, his eyes constantly flicking to his mark on her skin. He’s a possessive fuck, so he would be getting off on seeing her like this.

A deep breath escapes her parted lips as she hugs her body into the fur, settling into a comfortable position and drifting into a deeper sleep if her little snores are anything to go by.

“Well, that was hotter than I expected,” I groan, shocked at what had just transpired. “Looks like we need to have a little chat.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

WYNN

Iwakesuddenly,surroundedby complete darkness, the familiar smell of lingering smoke becoming somewhat of a comfort. My body is covered by a lush comforter that feels like silk as I run my hands around the space in an attempt to get my bearings.

It’s clearly not my room, with no visible windows or any light making its way into the space. I can hear voices coming from another room, yelling from multiple people. It's muffled, but it sounds like the twins are getting extremely heated from the odd word I am able to hear.

“Welcome back to the life of the living, Wynn,” an unfamiliar voice purrs from beside the bed.

I scramble to grab the blanket, pulling it up to my chest as I sit up. My body feels tired from the movement, but not sore. My neck, on the other hand, stings with my movement as I look around to try and catch any hint of who it may be.

“Don't worry, they can't hear us. I have made sure we have some time to chat.”

“Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?”

A click echoes throughout the room, followed by a green flame sparking next to the bed, lighting up a man in a wingback chair. He looks aristocratic with sharp, angular features and dressed in a black tailored suit. The man raises one of his black, manicured brows, toying with the green flame burning from his flattened palm.

“Well, well, well. Aren’t you a pretty little freak?” He smirks, showcasing his bright, white fangs. “Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we, as we have limited time. My name is Leviathan. I’m sure you’ve heard many things about me, and none of them good.”

He stands, closing the distance between himself and the bed with one confident stride. His free hand lowers to the fur blanket, running his fingers across the soft material with a cocky smile.

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