The forest became their altar.
Lucien's mouth found her throat, fangs
grazing skin but not piercing. He was savoring the moment. Ronan circled her
other side, hands rough on her hips, body trembling with restraint.
Magic danced between them like fire.
The ritual wasn't just lust—it was
awakening. The triad bond of vampire, wolf, and witch. Ancient. Forbidden.
Selene arched against them both, her
sigils glowing brighter with every touch. And when Lucien bit down and Ronan
sank into her with a growl—it wasn't just sex. It was prophecy.
And it had just begun.