The fae guard on a countdown. The witch fearing betrayal from his own kind. And the shifter yearning for love but too afraid to trust in fate.
SYL
My control is shot, almost at breaking point. I want to kiss, to touch, to bite. But that's not a future I get to have. So I close my eyes, and feel.
Soft words and eager hands. My silver-haired fae with his dirty mouth, and my hot as sin witch with storm-grey eyes. I want to soak up every second of it, hoard those memories for when it all ends. Because I don't do casual.
I've wanted a mate for as long as I can remember, spent my days hoping for fate to send me the one person meant for me. But she didn't. She sent me two.
Neither ready for the lifetime commitment I'm offering. Losing one mate would break my heart. Losing both will shatter my soul beyond repair.
Contains mature themes.