Little witch

The Bond

Adeline's POV

As Adeline stirred awake, the first thing she felt was an overwhelming sense of connection. The bond was alive within her, no longer just a vague sensation but something deep, something tangible. It pulsed in her chest like a second heartbeat, binding her to Titus and Blaze in a way that was undeniable. It was as if she could feel every flicker of their emotions, their presence settling over her like a warm blanket.

She stretched slightly, only to find herself already wrapped tightly in Titus's arms. He was still asleep, his breath steady against the back of her neck, but even in his sleep, he held her close as if afraid she might slip away. Blaze was calmer now, but his possessiveness was still there, a subtle hum under the surface. Adeline could feel it as much as she could feel Titus's gentle affection. They were one now, and she finally understood why it had been so hard for Blaze to wait.

As she lay there, contemplating the bond, she noticed how different things felt now. It wasn't just the connection—it was their energy. They weren't as desperate, but there was still this constant need to be close, to touch. Titus's hands never strayed far from her, and when they did, it felt like he was pulling them back in, unable to help himself. She suspected Blaze had a lot to do with that.

Adeline gently rolled in Titus's arms, turning to face him. His eyes fluttered open, and his lips curved into a sleepy smile as he blinked at her. His hand automatically slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

"Morning," she whispered back, a soft smile on her lips. She nuzzled against his chest, savoring the warmth of their connection.

Titus kissed her forehead and held her for a moment longer before asking, "Are you hungry?"

Adeline's stomach answered for her, growling loudly, and Titus chuckled. "I'll get us some breakfast," he said, already reaching for his phone to call the pack's kitchen. Within minutes, food was on its way.

When it arrived, Adeline felt like she was finally regaining some semblance of independence. She reached for her plate but froze when she saw the look on Titus's face. His brows furrowed slightly, and the playful smirk he usually wore was absent.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice casual but with an undertone of something more—something possessive.

She blinked at him. "Getting my food?"

Titus didn't answer immediately, but Adeline felt a flicker in their bond—Blaze. She could sense him pushing closer to the surface, and his displeasure was evident. He didn't like the idea of her feeding herself, not yet.

Adeline sighed softly. She had assumed that now that the bond was completed, maybe things would ease up a bit. But apparently, Blaze wasn't ready to let go of his more primal instincts. Relenting, she looked at Titus and gave a small nod.

"I guess... I'm not feeding myself then."

Titus's eyes darkened slightly, and she knew Blaze had slipped forward. His grip on her tightened slightly as he picked up the food, his gaze steady on her as if daring her to protest. There was something possessive in the way he held her food, like even this simple act of feeding her was part of how he claimed her.

As he held a bite to her lips, she leaned in, taking it from his hand. The moment felt more intimate than it should have, the weight of the bond heavy between them. Blaze was practically radiating satisfaction, his protective instincts making him want to care for her in every way possible.

But as the silence stretched on, Adeline noticed Blaze's eyes lingering on her a little longer than usual. There was a hunger there that went beyond simple physical desire. She swallowed her food, her heart skipping a beat when Blaze leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.

"When is it my turn?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Adeline's face flushed. She didn't need to ask what he meant. Blaze's presence, now that the bond was completed, was stronger. His desires, his needs—everything was amplified, and she could feel it just as surely as he could. The bond pulsed between them, feeding into the tension that simmered in the air.

She swallowed, her pulse quickening. "Your turn?" she echoed softly.

Blaze's fingers brushed along her jawline, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "To fuck you," he said, his voice a growl. "You've had Titus, but what about me?"

Adeline's breath caught in her throat. She had known this was coming—knew it the moment they completed the bond. But the way Blaze's eyes were on her now, with an intensity that made her entire body heat up, it was overwhelming.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "I didn't realize... there would be a separate time for you," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

Blaze smirked, and the look in his eyes made her heart race. "There doesn't have to be... but I want it."

The air between them thickened, and Adeline felt the pull of the bond tightening. She knew this wasn't something that could be ignored forever. Blaze had been patient, allowing Titus to take the lead, but now he wanted his share of the bond. He wanted to claim her fully, in his own way.

Adeline wasn't sure how to respond, her thoughts swirling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. But she knew one thing for sure—she trusted both Titus and Blaze with her life, and that meant trusting them with this too.

Blaze's hand slipped down to rest on her waist, his thumb stroking her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "You'll let me have my time with you... won't you, little witch?"

Adeline nodded slowly, her heart pounding. "Yes, Blaze. I'll let you."