[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her":3,"chapter-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-373":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},764447,1010,"Chapter 373 SOMETHING NEW","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-373",373,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t know why that was what I wanted—only that nothing else would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, neither of us moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air between us was charged—thick with heat and tension. The moonlight streaming across the floor seemed almost brighter now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Kieran moved. He carried me with a possessive certainty that stole the breath from my lungs, his hands firm and unyielding against my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My legs tightened around his waist, locking him closer. His grip tightened in response, fingers digging into my hips as he strode out of the bathroom without breaking eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bedroom opened around us in shadow and silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight flooded the floor in a wide spill near the windows, bright enough to paint his shoulders in pale light and carve sharp lines down his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered me slowly into the heart of that silver glow. My back met the soft rug near the window, the cool fibers a stark contrast to the heat building between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city lights flickered beyond the glass, distant and irrelevant. Here, under the moon’s unfiltered gaze, everything felt stripped down to its most primal truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost ceremonial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like we were being blessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran hovered over me, his body a solid wall of heat and power, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding along my thigh as he settled between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, we just looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thumb traced slowly along my lower lip, eyes dark and searching. “You’re certain?” he asked, voice low and strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up and kiss me.” I reached up and pulled him down by the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mouth found his first, and I kissed him like I meant to consume him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands moved over him without hesitation, sliding over hard muscle, gripping, dragging him closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hard length of him strained visibly beneath the pajama bottoms, the outline unmistakable as it settled against my bare, slick entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hips lifted instinctively, and even through the fabric, I felt him—hot, rigid, heavy. The friction of cotton against my wetness sent a pulse straight through my core and dragged a broken gasp from my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damp heat between my thighs soaked into the thin material almost immediately, making it cling to him, outlining him even more clearly as he pressed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blunt head of his cock nudged against me through the barrier, as he rocked his hips, sliding against my soaked folds in a slow drag that made my stomach tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My back arched off the floor, and a loud moan tore out of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, Sera,” he groaned, a hand slipping between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knowledge that he could feel exactly how ready I was for him only made the heat burn hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth moved from mine—down my jaw, along my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit lightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to pull another moan from the back of my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand slid down my side, fingers strong and possessive as they mapped my body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his palm cupped my breast, thumb brushing slow and deliberate over the sensitive peaks of my nipples, my back arched again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kieran,” I whimpered, the heat of desire tightening and sharpening into something almost unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head lifted at the sound of his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look in his eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark. Possessive. Unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could speak, I slid my hand down between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers found the waistband of his pajama bottoms and slipped beneath it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat of him met my palm instantly—thick, hard, and throbbing as I wrapped my fingers around him, unable to circle his girth fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath left him in a rough exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip tightened, stroking once, slow and teasing. He was hot—almost burning—and practically pulsing in my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kieran,” I whispered, watching the way his jaw clenched when I stroked my thumb across the leaking head, and his hip jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The possessive hunger in his gaze deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with the unmistakable realization that I was no longer just being taken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was taking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love fire,” I whispered back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kissed me again, harder. His tongue demanded entry, and I gave it, meeting him with equal fervor. My nails dragged down his back, and I felt the muscles there flex beneath my touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip tightened around him, and I felt the way his body reacted—his breath roughening, his hips pressing harder into my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, enough teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I released him and pushed the waistband down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cotton dragged over his hips, freeing him inch by inch until his cock sprang fully into my palm. The sight of him, thick and flushed in the moonlight, sent a rush of fresh moisture between my legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stroked him once, revelling in the weight and pulse of him in my hand. Then I shifted my hips upward, guiding him toward where I needed him most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of his cock brushed against my slick entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that slight contact made my breath catch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply as he felt how wet I was, the heat of me coating him instantly. I dragged him through my folds once, slow and intentional, letting him feel exactly how ready I was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, he thrust forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gasped at the suddenness and fullness of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers tightened around his shoulders, nail biting into his skin as he continued, inch by inch, stretching and stretching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let out a moan, drowned out by his groan as he buried himself to the hilt, neither of us quite breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a suspended second, we didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We just felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The perfect way we fit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the moonlight washed over us, silver and sacred, illuminating the place where we were joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forehead dropped to mine, breath ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kieran,” I whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered with a pained groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled, rolling my hips against him. “You can move. I promise I won’t break.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, his hips moved as he bottomed out—and then thrust back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My head fell back, a loud moan tearing out of me as he began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace wasn’t gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each thrust drove into me with barely-leashed force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body answered without hesitation, hips lifting to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight spilled across his back, silver outlining the flex of muscle as he moved. I could see every shift in him. Feel every pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped my wrists suddenly, pinning them above my head into the rug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The position made me gasp, exposed beneath him, entirely open to his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes dragged over me—over my breasts, rising and falling with each breath, to the place where we were joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something dark and satisfied flashed in his expression as he watched the way my body took him without resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You feel that?” he asked, voice rough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” I breathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The push and pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat building low in my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the bond—though severed, though unmarked—seemed to hum faintly between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every thrust, with every breath shared beneath the moon, something wound tighter between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released one of my wrists and slid his hand down my body until he found the place where we were joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thumb pressed against my swollen clit, and the added pressure sent a jolt through me so sharp my vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythm broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erotic, lewd sounds filled the air—his groans, my moans, the raw, wet sound of skin slapping skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t polished, sweet lovemaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was primal. Animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—under the steady wash of moonlight pouring over us—it felt almost sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My pleasure built quickly under the intensity. There was no teasing, no slow unraveling. It was a sharp climb, and I knew it was going to be a steep drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kieran—” I gasped again, my voice breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth found mine, swallowing the sound as he thrust deeper, harder, driving me toward the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My back arched sharply, heels digging into the rug as the pressure coiled tighter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The release tore through me in a wave so powerful I cried out against his mouth. My body clenched around him, trembling, pulling him deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed seconds later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements lost rhythm, becoming rougher, more desperate. His forehead dropped to mine as he buried himself fully, a guttural sound escaping him as he finished with a final thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long moment, neither of us moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We stayed like that—joined, breathless, hearts pounding wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight seemed softer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip loosened, hands sliding from my wrists to my waist, holding me close instead of pinning me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight touched my skin, cool now against the fading heat. I traced my fingers over his shoulder, over the place where my teeth would one day mark him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’You feel that?’ Alina whispered, soft and sated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Yes,’ I answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could feel it: the bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t feel like the old tether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sealed with a mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though the moon had woven something new between us.\u003C\u002Fp>",1527,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","1d956a7bb8fb97353ae77c592e0d9eb4871e451881ff6ee8e84a9d529cf06402","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-374","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-372",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]