Eerie silence of the villa haunted the gates when Noah and Mikhail arrived. The small animals littering the garden reclused their usual senseless chatter and preferred a hole or a leaf to lie in. Amair was waiting for them on the doorsteps. Noah need not ask him anything. He was talking before they stepped in. “This happened around one last night. I had gone to feed the horses. The rest of the staff was down in basement, collecting files, paperwork as you had requested. I think the silence would’ve given away intruders, but it didn’t. So their trick didn’t involve breaking and entering.” Noah preened at the plural implication. So there were a group of highly skilled creatures, whoever they were. And they were organzied. Their previous shenanigans that werewolves had not taken seriously were coming full circle.He shared a look with Mikhail. Mikhail nodded. He affirmed how right Noah was. He had caught on early, how this weren’t just other rogue creatures causing menace by poisonin
Evan groaned and stretched his arms up and above, revealing his stomach muscles. Those abs had seen better days. He was bruised, badly on one side. The purplish color raked and came off blue across his skin. He didn’t do it so Vanessa could stare but she was looking at him. Slightly nervous. Noah knew how to pick them didn’t he? Skittish. But she was brave.The first time Evan had seen blood as a kid, he had puked. Call it intuition, he knew she wasn’t sheltered. She had the roughness around her edges. She might be scared now, but she wasn’t afraid of them. “Querida, like what you see?” , only if he could keep his tongue stuck inside and his words to himself. Evan would be a better person, or so his brother said to him. But who cared about being better? If Noah had the reputation of playboy casanova, Evan was worst. Since Vanessa was his age, he probably didn’t know but they trained together in summers where all teenage wolves did. He didn’t unnerve her the way Noah did either. But
.“Thank you for bringing me here then.” She can’t be jovial about the reasons but she can appreciate the scenery all the same. “To drown something? Overnight, you went from goody two shoes to this, is it?” She rolled her eyes to that. “I am not a goody two shoes. I just keep away from trouble. Specially your kind.” “Ouch. Your conscience okay hurting a patient?” He playfully clutched his heart and pretended to fall over. She laughed then. A small tinker like quality, the spark in her eyes, and Evan had to not make this awkward by suddenly staring at her. He was no Noah Abel, staring and brooding until things came to him. He rather take them of his own free will. Vanessa wasn’t a thing, he knew. But he wanted her. Evan cleansed the seats and pushed the car down hill. It’d break on its way, the current would carry broken pieces upstream where villagers would re-use the junk for suitable purposes. She helped him with the whole process with no hesitation. He turned to her, sweatin
Vanessa sensed him come in. She wanted to ask him why he thought he had the right to be rude on a whim but all coherent thought flew out the window. Noah was staring at her lazily, arms folded across his chest, the bulk of his chest moved at a steady pace. Noah Abel clothed was a sight to behold, but Noah only with a towel wrapped around his hips was close to the annihilation of structured desire and descend into instinctive madness. He was the first to speak, “How did it feel? To drown a car.” Noah was relieved to see his Ms.Flynn in flesh. Present, slightly appalled, mostly fascinated by his lack of clothes. He had allowed her a few minutes to get comfortable with his state of skin display but he was done being kind. She hadn’t afforded the same comfort to him when Evan had took her for a joy ride in a bloody car. Literally, the car he had bled out in. Even if it was Evan’s idea, Vanessa had the brains and the brawn to say no to him. Vanessa opened and closed her mouth like a fis
Vanessa's body had overtaken and no matter how much she fisted his hair on the nape of his neck, she ended up drawing him closer, not pushing away. When Noah felt her lips gingerly touch his neck, as if to test his reaction, he licked her just behind her ear. An assent and encouragement all in one. She became bolder and trailed her hands lower, circling his broad back. "Should I stop Vanessa?" He thanked his lucky stars he still had the decency to respect consent. He should talk more, in case she didn't have a clear head and ended up regretting. She was confused, her belly ringed with an ache that traveled south. And her muscles clenched in anticipation. She was wet. Her arousal didn't come as a surprise. What confused her was her lack of shame at it. She wasn't a prude by any means. But neither had she felt liberated enough to explore further than this with anyone. Somehow his visceral need fuelled hers. "No. I want to." She sounded scratchy. But at least she was talking to him
He gripped her face, noting how the desperation had made itself to the surface and she was trying to ebb it away. "The feeling's mutual kitten. There's nothing to hide from." She was testing his patience when she shied away like that. She simply looked at him in awe. Maybe it was the near-orgasm or how he tended to her thoughts before she did. But she was awed. He helped her sit upright, and evenly combed her hair with his fingers so she looked presentable."Will you do something for me?" He asked her then. Tenderly cupping her cheeks, he placed a chaste kiss on her nose. She eagerly nodded."Don't touch yourself unless I ask you to. Can you do that?"Oh. Wow. She blushed to her toes and took forever to answer."I usually don't. Why?" Come to think of it, why would he deny her that?His evil smile returned. His devious plan would rot if she said no."I want to own it. Your pleasure."She was feverish now. Could she agree to that? Of course she could. Waiting would be worth it. Es
Mikhail had it on good authority that Greggory Flynn was a man who can't be trusted. The infamy of his distrust had made it to ears north and south of the border when Mikhail was still a kid. But that distrust had built over the years, crediting just one cataclysm was wrong. As an ex-Beta of the previous clan, he had dirt on every considerable authority. From Alphas of different packs to the ones who sat on the communion. Noah had advised him to find a nerve and press on it, in order to get information. Noah's father, Rourke Abel, trusted Gregory. But Noah believed that to be the case because Gregory also might know about his father's secrets. He didn't believe his father had much to hide, but whatever he hid was equally important. "So far. There is only one name that stands out." "Which one?" Noah offered Mikhail a cup of coffee, which he ubiquitously refused."Silas Bentham." Noah's eyes shifted at the mention of his name.Mikhail immediately latched onto it. "Have you heard the
She ran into him, crashed into his chest and landed on her butt. "Where are you off to?" Noah had seen her come running, but thought she'd stop, not crash into him."You maintain the clumsy aura with such finesse, kitten." He teased her before helping her up. She pushed her hair out of her face and bounced on her toes."Hey", she breathed. Her heart sped up. Whether it was him or her running, well, why bother thinking?He obviously enjoyed the reverence in her gaze because maybe she did regard him a little more highly than other people, his infamy was still a part of him. She hoped it was just his past though, not extending into the present. He always was a patron saint of calm and collected, the way he pocketed his hands. "I don't know where I'll be staying. I packed my clothes as you asked." He recalled doing that, yes. Now he was suffering for it. She'd be close to him. A hallway to the left, sometimes a step away from the confines of his bedroom. 'As you asked'. Why did he rea