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Oakley’s fingers threaded into her unbound hair as she kissed him, his touch firm yet reverent, as if he were trying to memorise the feel of her. Would he ever get used to this? To the way she unraveled him with nothing more than a look, a touch, a whispered confession? He doubted it. His lips...

Oakley let out a slow breath, his hand tracing idle circles against the bare skin of her back as he stared up at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. Her weight half-sprawled on top of him was grounding, the warmth of her body pressed against his something he never...

Huntress, The second I saw you, something in me clicked into place. I didn’t understand it then, but I do now—I was always meant to be yours. It just took you a little longer to catch up. I would’ve waited forever, you know. I would’ve fought for you a thousand times over, whether you wanted...

Oakley’s breath was ragged, his body thrumming with an aching, all-consuming need as her hands roamed over his skin, her nails dragging, marking, claiming. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, only to melt as her lips followed, soothing the fire she stoked within him. Her impatience sent a...

Oakley’s breath hitched as she pressed against him, her moonlit hair tumbling free like liquid silver over her shoulders. His chest rose and fell with sharp, ragged breaths, his pale blue eyes darkened with unrestrained hunger as they traced over her—every curve, every inch of bare skin, and the...

Her tightening grip, the heat in her eyes and the sound of her voice, low and filled with a hunger that matched his own. All of it had him shuddering with self restraint, utterly captivated. Her magic swirled around them like the night itself, a wild and untamed force that called to his soul...

Every fiber of his being burned with her closeness. The bond pulsed like a second heartbeat, thrumming with the shared rhythm of their souls. Her voice, soft and steady, sent a shiver through him. I feel you. Those three words were all he'd wanted and everything he'd needed. Acceptance. A...

Oakley’s breath hitched as she approached, her presence commanding, radiant, overwhelming. Gods, she was a goddess incarnate. His knees nearly buckled as her words rang out, his chest tightening in a way that made him feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable. 'You are mine.' It was both a promise and...

Oakley felt the sharp edges of her panic as though they cut into him directly, deeper than her teeth ever could. The wild desperation in her eyes pierced through the haze of his anger, and all that remained was an ache in his chest. He released her, backing away slowly, his blood dripping onto...

Oakley felt the rivulets of blood slowly trailing down his leg, as her words scraped through his mind, igniting a fire in his chest that matched her own. 'Oh, I know exactly what it's like, Princess,' he growled back, his pale eyes locked onto hers, unflinching. 'Jealous, are we?' But as her...

Oakley's shift was seamless—fluid, fast, and instinctual—bones snapping, muscles stretching, until the blonde wolf stood in his place, massive and imposing beneath the pale light of the moon. 'Ora...' the word would brush across her mind, a tone that begged her to calm down. But she was...

"Oh no, Princess. There are things far more terrible than war at play." he laughed quietly. "But perhaps you are right, in that I should not lose hope." he smirked. Pale eyes followed Yvoire's gentle guidance, watching the sun courtiers as Yvoire spoke and thinking nothing of her touch until he...

Another dance.. Unless you have someone else to take dance with?... "No others have asked, Princess.. Seems I am yours as long as you want me," he offered a smile, though his eyes told a whole different story. This dance was diplomatic. This was why they were here. What was Her excuse? Had she...

Yvoire of Syndril, Princess of the Day Court.. "Ah-shite.." Oakley faltered, wincing at his own words. "Apologies, Princess.." his throat cleared, and he dipped his chin respectfully, grateful that she appeared amused by such a slip. Fae were proud creatures, and such mistakes could quite...

'Alliances can be won with more than just talk. Yes, I would love to dance.' "Well then I consider it my duty to my court to win your favour." he answered, his cheek dimpling with a smirk. He settled a hand on her back, trying to be a little less rigid. The rage he felt wasn't his this time...