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“Audrey, it's a full moon.”
Deckard's voice, deep and husky, was strained. Barely controlled.

She didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around his trim waist, leaning into him. His scent, lightning and wild woods, floored her.
“And?”

His body vibrated against her cheek as he growled.
“I could claim you here. Right now. Whether you're ready for it or not.”

Heat flared in her chest at his words. She didn't want to feel something like this for this man. For any of the twins. They brought chaos and disorder to her life.

But her resolved frayed thin. 

Even as she felt Tristan behind her, the heat of his hard body sizzling her spine, she knew the fight was over. His scent was different; a hint of muskiness with something else, something she couldn’t describe that belonged to him alone but was subtle enough to make her dizzy. The fragrance was exquisite, mixing with the storm to cause mayhem to her senses.

Releasing her arms, she leaned back until her head rested on his sturdy chest. He pushed her golden hair to the side, his warm breath igniting the delicate skin of her neck. She shuddered when his lips touched her there, just inside the groove  of her collarbone.

His arms slipped around her stomach, anchoring her trembling body for the havoc he was about to reek on her senses.

Deckard whirled around, his eyes completely wild. The wolf reigned supreme. Unhinged. Boundless. 

His lips found her own in a bruising kiss. She moaned into his mouth when Tristan's tongue lapped her skin as he sucked.

Gripping her waist, Deckard curled her legs around his body rocking against her. His unyielding strength pressed her against his twin, the two forming hard walls of muscle, heat and electric fire around her. 

She gasped when his lips dropped lower, sucking the curve of her throat before dipping into her cleavage. His hips moved against her, his crotch digging into the centre of her thighs, the friction between them maddening.

Under the silvery shards of the moon and among the ancient oaks of Wolfhenge, Audrey surrendered to her mates. To their overwhelming power, their scorching desires.  

She was theirs to claim.

What the hell is going on? Kiera thought, trying to understand the sight before her and failing miserably.


Backtracking a little bit, Kiera had decided last night that Tyler didn't deserve her body after his behaviour. His scathing rejection of her love and submission. Breaking her iron heart all over again and stumping on the pieces till they ground to dust.


Ok, she'd not actually come right out to confess but he should know, shouldn't he? Tyler wasn't daft. He should feel her love in the way she kissed him, the way she trembled under his touch and how she moaned when he fucked her. 


How could she not fall for him when he was so gifted in every way? Looks, charisma, cunning, sex, sin. He had it all. He belonged to her. No one else would survive him. He should know. 


Chapter 72 - Gossip Girl