Chapter Fifty-Eight: Bound by Fire and Promise
Luther felt his heart lift the moment he caught sight of Charlie at the old house, safe and smiling in Liam’s arms. Relief flooded his system as he climbed the steps, all his lingering fears fading into the background. She was safe, truly safe, and his whole being ached to be closer to her.
When Charlie noticed him, her face lit up with the warmest smile, and she rose from her seat beside Liam, stretching a hand out toward him. Without thinking, Luther rushed forward, clasping her hand, the feeling of her fingers in his filling him with a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in days. Her touch, her scent—everything about her grounded him.
In that moment, Luther’s wolf stirred, a primal urge rushing through him. His instincts to protect, to hold her close, to finally make her theirs, surged to the forefront. He scooped her up in his arms, her surprised gasp only making his resolve stronger. She settled into his embrace, trusting, her eyes meeting his with a shared understanding that felt more like a promise than words ever could.
When they stepped inside, Liam was already gathering blankets and pillows, preparing a space before the warm glow of the fireplace. The bed in the corner of the room was too small for the three of them, and so, without a word, Liam transformed the floor into a haven—a nest of comfort.
Luther set Charlie down gently in the middle of the soft blankets, her face illuminated by the flickering firelight. She looked up at him, her eyes moving from him to Liam, a flicker of nervousness and anticipation in her gaze. She looked so open, so full of trust, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude and love.
Liam knelt beside her first, reaching for her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “It’s time we complete our bond, beautiful mate,” he murmured, his voice a blend of tenderness and hunger.
Charlie’s gaze softened, and she let out a breath, her fingers intertwining with Liam’s as she looked between them. “I’ve waited for this… for all of us to finally be together,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Luther sat on her other side, leaning in, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek. He felt the warmth of her skin under his touch, her pulse thrumming softly beneath his fingertips. Her breath caught as she met his gaze, and he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Liam brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips soft and full of affection. He murmured, "You’re everything we’ve been waiting for, Charlie," his voice deep and sincere.
Luther carefully laid Charlie down on the bed of blankets and pillows they’d prepared, his movements deliberate and gentle. The firelight danced across her skin, casting a warm glow that seemed to make her radiate with an otherworldly beauty. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight of her, spread out before him, her trust in him evident in the softness of her gaze.
Rex clawed at the edges of his mind, his wolf’s growl echoing in his thoughts. ‘She’s ours. Claim her.’The demand was relentless, the primal need to take her almost overwhelming. Luther gritted his teeth, pushing back against his wolf's urgency. He had to be careful. He had to remind himself that Charlie deserved more than raw, untempered passion. She was still so new to the intimacy of their bond, and he would not risk scaring her or pushing her too far.
Liam knelt beside her, his presence grounding. He reached out, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “Let’s help her feel at ease,” he murmured, his tone filled with a quiet tenderness. Charlie’s breath hitched as Liam slowly began to remove the fabric, piece by piece, revealing her soft curves to their hungry eyes. Each inch of exposed skin heightened the tension thrumming through Luther’s body, and he felt his control slipping as Rex pushed harder against the barrier he had erected.
When the last barrier was gone, Luther let out a shuddering breath, his eyes locked on her. She was exquisite, every inch of her perfect in a way that felt almost unreal. His gaze traveled over her, taking in the slight flush of her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers curled nervously into the blankets beneath her.
The tension inside him snapped.
A growl rumbled from his chest, low and primal, as he dropped to his knees beside her. Before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in and slid his hands along her thighs, spreading them gently as he settled between them. The scent of her filled his senses, and he felt his control slip further, the intensity of her calling to him on every level—wolf and man.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drawing a gasp from her lips. “You’re perfect,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. Rex howled in approval, but Luther remained in control, even as his wolf’s instincts surged within him.
As he dipped lower, his breath mingling with her heat, he inhaled deeply, savoring the heady scent of her. A groan escaped him, guttural and raw, as the last vestiges of his restraint shattered. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and the flavor ignited something within him that he hadn’t known was there.
A soft moan escaped Charlie’s lips, and the sound sent a thrill down Luther’s spine. His control snapped at the sound of her desire, his wolf surged to the surface, joining in the feast that was laid out before him.
Any thought of going slow and being gentle with Charlie was stomped away with the first taste of her on his tongue and now he couldn’t get enough.
Liam shifted near Charlie’s head, not that Luther gave him much of his attention. He gave his complete focus to the delicious morsel in front of him and he was diving in like a starved man. His hands grabbed hold of her thighs in a bruising grip, earning a groan of pleasure from Charlie that only encouraged him to keep going.
His tongue swirled around her sensitive nub with increasing speed, bringing her to the brink of completion faster than he would have liked. He continued to swirl his tongue around in a steady motion until her orgasm passed fully and she laid back flat on the blankets, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips.
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