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He loved that about her.
Liked.
He liked that about her.
What the fuck?
Jesus fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“You hate everyone,” Isobel said, too tired to care that Oscar was being a big, snarling bully.
“I like you.”
The words were a scrape of gravel, utterly without warmth. They still made her stomach burn, her skin tingling with pleasure.

She left, yet her scent still lingers.
He can smell her on his clothes.
On his fucking skin.
And she doesn’t just smell good, she smells like his. She belonged to him the moment she lost her temper and vulnerability shined in her beautiful eyes, giving him a glimpse of her soul.

“Okay, wow. Syrup on skin, that’s quite a smell, Carter.” “Isobel,” she grumbled. “If we’re going to be friends.” His arms tightened, his chest still vibrating. “I’m thinking very unfriendly thoughts.”

I KNOW that Elijah and Gabriel would taker her both, together

She was … his. His Tether. Drifting somewhere on the other end of a half-formed mate-bond. It was easy to believe, though he kept that to himself. It was easy to believe she was his, that he really was responsible for her, that it really was his job to protect her, that she was made to fit tucked beneath his arm, hugged into his side as he tempted one of those unwilling smiles to her lush lips.

My baby :(((

He had spent three days looking after her while she had been unconscious, but that seemed to be at the expense of himself.

HOLY SHIT, the bond !!!!!!!

“I’m sorry. But I’m here. I’m fine. My heart is still beating.” He stared at her chest so hard she almost believed he could see through skin and bone to the beating organ beneath, and then he suddenly swept her up, breaking her grip on him. One arm banded behind her legs, the other against her back, pressing her chest against the side of his face. He was listening, trying to seek out her heartbeat.
🥹🥹

I really like it

“Yeah, I know. My father …” She dropped her tone, unable to help the instinctual whisper that took hold of her words. “He has a sensitive nose. He doesn’t like when I’m upset. He says it smells sour.”
“Maybe a little sour,” Theodore agreed thoughtfully, though he was wearing a frown to match her own. “But still edible.”

Hmm Elijah ? 🙂‍↔️

“Cherries,” he suddenly blurted, his lips lifting into a small grin. “That’s what you smell like.”
Isobel chuckled despite herself, his little smile forcing it out of her. “Is that a good thing?”
He stared at her. “I like cherries.”

Hmm

It has some flaws but so far it's pretty good and interesting !!!!!!

It's bedtime for me so i'll resume my reading here but first thought : it's promising. I like the writing and i'm excited to read more 🫶🏻

Reverse harem with a very LARGE harem 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️