All Chapters of My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Seraphina's POVWe walked through Blackthorn and the streets were empty because everyone was already at the ring. The sun was going down and the sky was orange and pink at the edges and the torches were lit and I could see the glow of them through the trees before I could see the ring itself.The sound reached me next. Three hundred wolves and the low hum of their voices all talking at once and the sound was like the waterfall, steady and deep, and my heart was beating so hard I could hear it over everything.We came around the last building and the gathering ring opened up in front of me and I stopped walking.The ring was a wide circle of packed earth surrounded by old trees with garlands of white wildflowers hanging from every branch. Torches burned every ten feet in a circle of orange light and the bonfire at the center was already lit.Three hundred wolves were standing in rows on either side of a path that led from where I was standing to the center of the ring.Three hundred fa

Seraphina's POV He made it forty-three minutes.I was sitting at the feast table with a cup of wine in my hand and Rena beside me telling a story about a wolf who'd gotten drunk at a border ceremony and fallen into a river when Dax's hand landed on my thigh under the table and his mouth pressed against my ear."Time's up," he said in a voice so low it made the mark on my neck pulse."It hasn't been an hour.""Forty-three minutes. Close enough.""That's not—"His thumb traced a circle on my inner thigh through the fabric. The doubled sensation hit me, his touch on my skin and the echo of it, and my breath caught and my fingers tightened on the cup.Rena stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at us. "Go. I've been watching him stare at your neck for the last twenty minutes. If you don't leave now he's going to take you on this table."Dax stood up and held out his hand. I took it and the pack cheered behind us as we walked away. Ezra's voice carried across the noise: "about time. You

Seraphina's POV The soapy hands slid from my collarbone down to my chest and his palms covered me and his fingers traced slow circles. The slippery soap made every touch glide and I arched into his hands and a sound left my throat that rang off the washroom tiles."Dax. You're supposed to be washing me.""I am washing you. Thoroughly."His thumbs traced over the peaks of my chest and the soap made the friction disappear and the sensation was all pressure and heat and his breath on my neck and I pressed back against him and felt him hard against my lower back."You're enjoying this," I said."I'm enjoying the sounds you're making. Keep making them."Those hands slid lower over my stomach, fingers tracing the lines of my hip bones under the water. He went slow, dragging his fingertips across the crease where my thighs met my hips, close to where I needed him but not there yet. My hips shifted trying to guide his fingers and he pulled them back to my stomach."Patience," he said against

Seraphina's POV He lied about dawn.I woke up to grey light and his mouth on the mark and his hand already between my legs, fingers moving in slow circles that had my hips rolling before my eyes were open."You said dawn," I mumbled into the pillow."It's close enough.""It's still dark.""The sky is grey. Grey counts." His fingers pressed harder and my breath hitched and my hand grabbed the sheets and twisted. "Besides, you told me to sleep fast. I slept fast.""Three hours is not fast, it's criminal.""Stop talking and let me do this."His mouth stayed on the mark and his fingers kept working me in slow steady circles under the sheets. I was half asleep and half on fire and my body was responding faster than my brain could keep up.The warmth from the mark was spreading down my neck into my chest, meeting the heat his fingers were building between my legs, and the two were converging somewhere behind my navel and tightening."Dax." My voice was rough with sleep. "I haven't even ope

Seraphina's POV "I touched the mark.""While I'm knotted inside you.""Yes.""Do it again."I pressed my fingers against the mark and the same wave rolled through me and I clenched around the knot and he groaned against my throat and his arms tightened around my waist."That's—" His voice was breaking. "That's doing things to me from your side. Through the bond. I can feel what the mark does when you touch it yourself and it's different from when I touch it.""Different how?""Deeper. Slower. Like a bell ringing instead of a drum."I pressed the mark again and rolled my hips slightly against the knot and the combination triggered another aftershock in me that rippled through the bond into him and he made a sound against my throat that was barely controlled."If you keep doing that we're going to be locked together for an hour," he said."Is that a threat?""It's a promise."I laughed and stopped pressing the mark because my body was exhausted and every aftershock was pulling from res