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LOIS
“I’m sorry.” I felt the impulse to apologize because it hurt him, he wouldn’t accept it, and the idea that I had another mate… it was an offense to him.
“You’re not going to want him, you’re not going to look at him, you’re not going to touch him, Lois. And that disgusting vampire will never drink from you again, is that clear?” His eyes were piercing, ordering me, but different from before. Maybe because I felt stronger now, Ezequiel’s voice no longer intimidated me, though seeing him jealous stirred something tender in me, despite the danger it represented.
“Ezequiel, please, understand me. Aidan has helped us, he’s risked his life for me. I know this is complicated, but we can’t let your jealousy pull us away from the goal. Emmanuel is in danger, and we need to stay united.”
“Not united with him. He’s not united to you.”
“You saw it, you felt it! You know he is.”
“Two! Two, Lois! You have two mates, no more.”
“Ezequiel… this isn’t my choice, and you can’t decide it either.”
“Emmanuel and I are your mates!” Ezequiel says, holding my face firmly.
We’re still on the ground, I feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles against me, his jealousy hitting me, overwhelming me. He lowers himself to my lips and kisses me hard now, his tongue invading my mouth with aggressive intensity. I gasp against his lips, my legs opening, and he positions himself between them.
His hand moves down my right thigh, up toward my neck, his tongue tracing me slowly while my gasps turn into moans.
“Lois…” he whispers in my ear, his body pressing against my belly. “Lois…” he repeats, biting my lips mid-kiss. My hands cling to him; I want him, I want him until he burns me alive.
His hands go to my pants and start sliding them down; my sex is exposed instantly, and his hands explore me. I can’t contain myself, I can’t deny him.
I feel his touch and it overwhelms me, hits me with an urgency that only makes me want one thing.
I want him inside me. I need him.
“Ezequiel…” I murmur, full of desire.
He lifts my legs so he can enter. Everything throbs, especially there, nerves on edge, the desire consuming me.
“Aaah!” I cry when he thrusts into me with force—thick, aggressive… imposing.
Each thrust is a mix of pleasure and pain. His body moves with a fierce urgency, claiming what he feels is his. My mind is blank; all I can feel is him. My nails dig into his back, my legs wrap around his waist, and our bodies move in a wild dance of hunger.
I remember him, his lips, his body; my soul smiles having him, while my body revels in him.
My Ezequiel.
“Ezequiel…” I moan, feeling myself getting dangerously close to the edge.
His mouth finds mine again, his tongue exploring with the same ferocity with which he penetrates me. Every movement, every touch, reaffirms our bond, reminds me that we are one, that we were one and will be one every time we meet like this.
“Lois…” he pants, his hands gripping my hips, marking his territory.
Finally, the tension snaps. A cry of pure ecstasy escapes my lips as my body arches, surrendering completely to him.
I breathe heavily and touch his arms; Ezequiel keeps moving without slowing down. My moans fill the space, his hands claim my breasts beneath the dirty shirt I’m wearing, and he lets out a growl as he squeezes them.
I look up to the right, lost in the pleasure, so surrendered to him I can barely breathe. I see those trees towering near us; I hadn’t sensed it, thought we’d left it behind, but up there, high above—
Aidan is watching us.
Oh, hell, I think, but I don’t say anything. My hands push at Ezequiel, but he doesn’t let me move away. He grabs my hands, brings them to his face, slips a few of my fingers into his mouth and starts nibbling on them.
“Aah… fuck.” He sucks my fingers. Ezequiel doesn’t stop; he takes me harder, imposing his desire and unleashing mine.
I feel strange, but I don’t say anything.
Aidan’s gaze locks with mine, but he doesn’t leave, he doesn’t look away.
Ezequiel’s hands dig into the ground as he thrusts into me.
He lowers his face to kiss me. Everything spins; part of me says this isn’t right, and the other part doesn’t care at all.
I feel exposed; maybe the pleasure numbs it, maybe because it’s my first encounter with Ezequiel in a long time, maybe because it’s Aidan…
Ezequiel flips us, his back hitting the ground and me on top of him. My hands brace on his chest as I straighten up. He grips my hips and I start moving. The depth of his length makes me scream, and when I do, my eyes shoot to Aidan again.
My hips move with precision, and Ezequiel’s hands help me keep the rhythm. The size of him is almost painful in this position; I lose my mind.
My eyes close when Ezequiel supports my weight and starts moving himself.
“Lois,” his rough voice calls me, he’s panting too.
My body collapses onto his chest, his hands go to my ass, and he slips a finger inside me, pushing deeper as I bite him. I cling to his neck when his finger enters me, and in that same instant, my orgasm crashes into me, along with Ezequiel’s release.
“Yours,” he murmurs against my ear, “and no one else’s.”
I feel like a slut knowing I did all of this under Aidan’s gaze, but he enjoyed it too—he liked watching.
I know it; I felt his eyes, I felt our bond steady.
We stay still for a moment, our bodies tangled and breathing uneven. Ezequiel holds me tightly, his chest rising and falling beneath mine. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but also deeply connected to him. Yet Aidan’s presence won’t leave my mind. I lift my gaze and he’s still there, watching, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something else I can’t name.
Ezequiel lifts me gently, his hands firm on my hips. He helps me stand, but he doesn’t step away. He looks at me with an intensity that makes me tremble.
“Lois, you are ours,” he says, his voice low but full of determination. “No one else.”
I look toward Aidan one more time—
but he’s gone.
I move closer to Ezequiel and hug him.
He’s jealous, he’s angry; I feel all of it from him.
And from Aidan… he’s confused.
And he wants me too.