Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Third Person~

Adela looks on, hidden by the branches of a tree. She is pleased with what she is seeing. Portia is going along with everything much easier than she originally thought. She figured it would take a lot of persuading to get her to warm up to Neal.

The only thing that would make this better is if Aida was here to enjoy the show. Aida hasn't been out of her room since she spoke with Lincoln one on one. She won't eat, and she won't talk to anyone. If she spends any longer in her room, Adela will be forced to drag her out.

Adela looks forward, toward Neal and her sister. If she can just get Neal to sweep her off of her feet, the Alphas will be free, and they can be hers and Aida’s again. Adela has always felt she was meant for great things, and she will do whatever it takes to get what she feels she deserves.

Closer to the two, Landon and Lincoln have had trouble focusing on training when they see Tia spending her time with an unmated male. They know the young man as Neal Woods. He is a decent warrior and a pretty quiet guy. He hasn't met his mate yet, but he is looking forward to that day. Hands are on me quickly, touching me all over and pulling me to a hard body. I feel the sparks everywhere, and I can feel myself getting wet. A nose nuzzles into my neck, and I start to go weak in the knees. Rough hands grab the sides of my face, and lips are pressed roughly against mine. A tongue invades my mouth, traveling along every inch. My neck is being attacked with nibbles and sucking, and I feel myself turn to jelly. I'm quickly whipped around and, once again, find a tongue fiercely tasting my own and the inside of my mouth. The other side of my neck is being attacked, and every inch of my arms and upper body are being felt.

I'm finally released, and I almost fall to the ground. Two strong arms wrap around my waist, keeping me right side up. I'm pulled flush against a body, my back against a front. I open my eyes to find Lincoln glaring at me. Landon is holding me tight, and his mouth is close to my ear. “Next time, we won't be so gentle.” If that was gentle, I truly don't want to see what rough would feel like.

“You are ours only.” Lincoln steps closer to me and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. “Don’t ever forget that.” I clamp my thighs together in a half-assed attempt to keep my arousal out of the air. I'm so wet; it's as if I'm made out of ice and am melting. Lincoln pulls my head back and takes a deep breath. He looks at me, and his eyes are black. Landon growls in my ear, his hardness pressed against my lower back. These two may end up being the death of me.