them. Ariana felt their keen interest, heard the growling approval of the men, the excited whispers of the women. As Daimon pounded harder and faster into her, she clung to him, the maelstrom of erotic fever gripping them both. She was helpless to resist and let the tide sweep her away. His penis slid in and out in a frenzy, a gathering storm ready to burst on the horizon.
Ariana panted, her breaths mingling with the rapid bellowing of Daimon’s lungs. A delicious friction built, the storm hurling her higher and higher. The grip of his strong fingers kneading her bare bottom, her legs tightened around his lean waist, the delicious thickness sliding in and out of her wet sheath. He was muscled, hard, controlling her with each demanding stroke of his thick shaft. She burned. Oh, close, so close it was…
“Come on, sunshine,” he panted. “Come for me. Let go.”
Stifling a cry, she came violently, her body convulsing, her whole cunt squeezing him. Daimon’s powerful body bucked against her, his head tossed back, jaw working violently as he groaned harshly.
Ariana’s heart hammered a staccato beat. Chest heaving, Daimon leaned his forehead against hers. Suddenly shy, she buried her head into his shoulder.
He licked her damp cheek in a tender caress. “Don’t hide. I called to them to witness this moment. It’s my solemn declaration of commitment to you. We are mated now, the flesh and spirit.”
Wondering, she lifted her head, saw the beaming approval of the gathered jaguars.
“Well done, little brother,” Theo called out.
The jaguars turned and headed back to the living room, herding their mates before them.
“Little brother?” She gulped down a breath, her limbs wobbly as he gently set her down. “You’re the youngest?”
“Yes. One reason my father worried about me after I became an Ancient. Even though my powers were more advanced, he still saw me as the reckless youngest son.”
When she dressed in the nightgown, he swung her into his arms and carried her upstairs. In the hallways, a door opened and a werewolf stepped out. The shifter stepped back with a strangled sound and lowered his gaze submissively.
Ariana gave a little laugh as Daimon carried her into his bedroom. “I think he’s a little afraid of you.”
“Not me.” Daimon placed her down on the bed. “You’re the one who claimed all their respect. If you told them to roll over and play dead, they would.”
She touched his cheek. “Do I have that much power over you as well?”
Her question was teasing, but it constricted his heart. Daimon sat beside her, taking in the softness of her skin, the blueness of her gaze. The lush contours of her body beneath the flimsy gown.
“More than you know,” he said hoarsely.
She slid her arms around his neck. “Show me.”
And he did, all through the night.
Morning dawned in a wash of gold and rose streaking the gray sky. A promise of rare sunshine lingered on the horizon. Ariana hummed as she dressed. Today, everyone was leaving this dreadful place.
She studied the phone on the nightstand. For months, the three sisters had avoided each other. Separated, because they sensed they were coming into their powers and each had to deal with the transformation on her own.
It was time. She picked up the phone, and dialed. A familiar voice answered.
Tears misted her eyes. “Hello, Mara.”
They talked a long while, and then she got Samantha on the line. When Ariana finally hung up, she felt more peaceful than she had in months.
A few hours later, a fleet of sleek white vans arrived to transport Daimon’s brothers to their homes in California. With hugs and promises to reunite in a few months, his family climbed inside. Theo helped Felicity onto a seat, his touch possessive and tender, his expression radiant. A lump clogged Ariana’s throat as she waved goodbye.
“They’re happy at last. Because of you and your strength. Thank you,” Daimon told her.
When the vans drove off, they
Ariana panted, her breaths mingling with the rapid bellowing of Daimon’s lungs. A delicious friction built, the storm hurling her higher and higher. The grip of his strong fingers kneading her bare bottom, her legs tightened around his lean waist, the delicious thickness sliding in and out of her wet sheath. He was muscled, hard, controlling her with each demanding stroke of his thick shaft. She burned. Oh, close, so close it was…
“Come on, sunshine,” he panted. “Come for me. Let go.”
Stifling a cry, she came violently, her body convulsing, her whole cunt squeezing him. Daimon’s powerful body bucked against her, his head tossed back, jaw working violently as he groaned harshly.
Ariana’s heart hammered a staccato beat. Chest heaving, Daimon leaned his forehead against hers. Suddenly shy, she buried her head into his shoulder.
He licked her damp cheek in a tender caress. “Don’t hide. I called to them to witness this moment. It’s my solemn declaration of commitment to you. We are mated now, the flesh and spirit.”
Wondering, she lifted her head, saw the beaming approval of the gathered jaguars.
“Well done, little brother,” Theo called out.
The jaguars turned and headed back to the living room, herding their mates before them.
“Little brother?” She gulped down a breath, her limbs wobbly as he gently set her down. “You’re the youngest?”
“Yes. One reason my father worried about me after I became an Ancient. Even though my powers were more advanced, he still saw me as the reckless youngest son.”
When she dressed in the nightgown, he swung her into his arms and carried her upstairs. In the hallways, a door opened and a werewolf stepped out. The shifter stepped back with a strangled sound and lowered his gaze submissively.
Ariana gave a little laugh as Daimon carried her into his bedroom. “I think he’s a little afraid of you.”
“Not me.” Daimon placed her down on the bed. “You’re the one who claimed all their respect. If you told them to roll over and play dead, they would.”
She touched his cheek. “Do I have that much power over you as well?”
Her question was teasing, but it constricted his heart. Daimon sat beside her, taking in the softness of her skin, the blueness of her gaze. The lush contours of her body beneath the flimsy gown.
“More than you know,” he said hoarsely.
She slid her arms around his neck. “Show me.”
And he did, all through the night.
Morning dawned in a wash of gold and rose streaking the gray sky. A promise of rare sunshine lingered on the horizon. Ariana hummed as she dressed. Today, everyone was leaving this dreadful place.
She studied the phone on the nightstand. For months, the three sisters had avoided each other. Separated, because they sensed they were coming into their powers and each had to deal with the transformation on her own.
It was time. She picked up the phone, and dialed. A familiar voice answered.
Tears misted her eyes. “Hello, Mara.”
They talked a long while, and then she got Samantha on the line. When Ariana finally hung up, she felt more peaceful than she had in months.
A few hours later, a fleet of sleek white vans arrived to transport Daimon’s brothers to their homes in California. With hugs and promises to reunite in a few months, his family climbed inside. Theo helped Felicity onto a seat, his touch possessive and tender, his expression radiant. A lump clogged Ariana’s throat as she waved goodbye.
“They’re happy at last. Because of you and your strength. Thank you,” Daimon told her.
When the vans drove off, they
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