In a world where vampires and humans have to co-exist, where the line between tolerance and animosity blurs, how can you ever expect to get your happily ever after when your soulmates hate your very existence?
⚠️ EXTREME MATURE CONTENT- You have been warned ⚠️
HOBI POV:
Seeing that shirt fall, seeing that silent invitation, that inner strength ooze out in radiant sparkling allure and the way she stands there without hiding, without moving her arms to shield herself has deep need stirring in my gut, has desire seeping through to my veins and flooding through my blood.
Her eyes flicker red, influenced by the way the pheromones spike in the room, coven scent becoming thicker as it seeps out, trying to mingle with her lone sweet heady scent that trails off her in intoxicating waves.
It's like a game of waiting. Of seeing who'll snap first, who'll rush to scoop her close and breathe in her sweet scent with unrestrained access and am unsurprised to find that all of us simultaneously move, shift closer as if feeling that tug, that undeniable tether between us yank- moving us forward, unable to stop our feet from moving towards her.
"Oh sweet sinful mate." Joonie groans as he comes to stand behind her, large hands settling on her waist, brushing her hair to one side to brush a lingering kiss to the crook of her shoulder and neck, lips lingering on her skin.
"The things you do to us. Where did you get this? It looks like it's been painted onto your skin." Jin hyung asks, hands teasingly brushing and skimming across her sides, unable to fight that magnetic compelling urge to touch her, unable to keep his hands away- feathery touches that avoid riling her up, to veer into dangerous territory just yet. His lips are curved up in soft smile, eyes wide with wonder.
"Eunwoo and MJ oppa had it custom-made. It's their mating gift for me." she confesses, eyes flickering between red and her usual colour- warring with the instincts threatening to take over completely, to offer herself up completely to be mated. Her eyes flutter shut when Tae's hand slides around her waist, toying with the slither of skin, fingers skimming and brushing across the edge of the fabric, nails sliding under and giving it a light trawl of them across her skin. She shudders as we gravitate closer and closer, instinctively leaning into every touch, into every hand that grazes across her exposed skin, brushing against sheer lace.
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"This colour makes me want to mark you, to finally taste you." I say, voice coming out as a low rasp of words against her collarbone, trailing soft kisses up until I finally take her lips with my own, slow and yet urgent, thoroughly exploring and tracing the shape of her lip, tongue roving over the soft plushness and pushing past the seam of them, sliding into her hot mouth, to brush against her own tongue. The kiss is slow, a fire that begins simmering under the surface of our skins and rises as it gains strength, pushing against the surface- itching to finally be dispelled as I take her bottom lip between my teeth- a slow drag before nipping hard, tongue immediately roving over the small pressure when it elicits a startled groan swallowed by my mouth.
When my lips slide away from her, my eyes drag to the hypnotic way her lips have darkened, swollen and plumped up with pressure, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, enticing swells of her breasts heaving, straining against the lace. My hands slide up from her cheeks down to teasingly brush against the curve of her chest, skimming under the heavy underside, before trailing down to settle on the curve of her hips, tugging her closer.
