The soft click of the door clicking shut is the only sound for several seconds. When a second clunk rings out, I realise he has locked it too. That simple fact makes my pulse rocket up another notch. /He’s staying/ Priya murmurs excitedly.
My eyes drink him in, as he unclasps his black cloak and casually throws it onto the dark blue sofa. He’s wearing thick black leather riding boots, tight around his huge calves. Black pants wrapping his solid thighs before skimming inwards to his toned waist.
The waist that I knew contained a perfect, sculpted torso. The memory of me licking in and out of the dips and rises last time we were in a room together bounced into my vision like a camera flash. Every step of his boots clumped heavily on the wooden floor as he headed towards me.
“So…you’re back then?”
“For now.” His voice was deep and gravelly, all the authority of an Alpha. Priya was pushing to the forefront, I knew my green eyes would have pink flecks in, unable to hide the fact I was absorbed in staring at him.
“Where were you?”
“You don’t need to know,” he snapped and as his eyes blatantly roamed my body, I felt my nipples harden. His gaze sent waves of heat across my skin and between my legs as I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
“Nikolai…what…” my words vanished as he stepped again. Moving out of my eyeline he passed around the side of me. I will not be invisible. My hands fly to my hips in irritation. “What is going on? You can’t just vanish and leave me! I’m your mate-”
Then from behind I felt his hands land on my hips. The thin white cotton of my dress was barely any barrier to the heat of his hands. I let out a gasp but kept facing forward. Soon his spiced, warm scent flooded over me as his fingers gripped my sides tightly.
“My wolf's mate, yes,” he rasped, so close I felt his breath on my bare shoulder. Every nerve tingled, the sensation of his hands on my body was making my hands start to tremble. “Your wolfs…meaning what?”
“That this…us is just an animal, basic need. The mate bond is between our wolves alone.”
“You mean this is just…What! Why did you approach me at the ball then?!”
My pulse raced as I searched for the right words. He feels nothing for me. Nikolai the man, the person holding me this instant feels nothing? He is too cruel, too hurtful to be believed.
“If you keep talking I’ll walk straight back out. Now keep facing forward."
His voice commanded me sternly before a warm breath landed on my upper shoulder. Immediately followed by soft lips and a hint of stubble. Hot and lingering on my bare skin I couldn’t help my nerves going into overdrive.
My mouth clamped shut as his lips moved ever so slightly against my skin. The flimsy strap of my white cotton material of my nightgown stopped his lips from progressing further.
“Now Genevieve, I won’t lie, my wolf craves what is his…”
"My wolf thinks you're an ass," I managed to say before succumbing to a sigh of desire.
"My wolf wants you to scream my name," he growled huskily.
Blunt and to the point. There was no point denying the fact.
His mouth moving against my shoulder as he spoke, combined with the rough stubble of his chin made me dizzy with desire. Dozens of questions brimmed inside me. What the hell was up with you at the funeral, why did you disappear the morning after my parents were found? What secrets are you keeping?
“I want… you can’t just show up like this…I want to know what is going on…” I murmured softly. His fingers, roughened from travelling glanced against mine, hanging by my hips. Still unable to see him I could only try to keep my breathing normal as his touch slowly travelled up my forearms.
I closed my eyes as he continued, lightly tracing up my upper arms to softly rest on the straps of my dress.
“Do you really?” he murmured, another soft kiss landing on my lower neck and to my embarrassment I let out a little whimper of desire. “Or do you want to feel what our mate bond is actually intended for?”
“Which is what? I don’t think you know anything about the mate bond, considering you just left me here,” I hissed. My mind became so fogged in his spicy scent and Priya’s begging to spin around that I had no sense left.
“I’m here to take care of you,” his voice getting lower, grittier as his fingers toyed with my nightdress.
“Like at the funeral?” I snapped bitterly, I couldn’t help it.
“No. That’s what your family and friends are for. That’s the last question I’m allowing. Or I leave. Don’t test me”
I scoffed under my breath yet subconsciously realised I was leaning into Nikolai’s body. I wanted to feel more of him, I wanted him to be real. That these addictive lips and fingertips were attached to the real man.
“I can give you answers Genevieve. But then I’m out of here. Or…I can allow my wolf to worship you,” he whispered. This time his fingers moved the straps of my dress over my shoulders.
Letting go they fluttered to the ground, along with the rest of the material leaving me standing completely naked. Also cascading into oblivion were my questions about dead rogues and the night my parents died.
My arousal was blatant in the air. A desperation for his touch so powerful that when his fingers slid down my arms and back onto my hips again, I tipped my head backwards. Ice and fire at the same time. He wasn't even undressed but being naked in front of him felt electric.
To be so exposed, to be his.
Silently one large hand travelled upwards and cupped my breast. There was too much even for his large hand, the jiggling flesh spilling out as he roughly tweaked my nipple.
I wanted to kiss him, I wanted his face to mine. Twisting slightly I was stopped by his large arm coming across my waist, pressing me firmly against him. He was so deliciously real, his huge body against mine.
I got a rough kiss against my neck, the little nip that followed, a warning. It made me shiver even more when combined with his rough stubble.
He was real. Pressed against his torso I felt the coarse material of his shirt on the bare skin of my back. He was devastatingly, undeniably real and when his hand roughly felt between my legs and found me already soaking for him I gasped.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he lifted his soaked fingers to my breasts. Using my own wetness he made my nipples harden and shine under the shadowy orange glow of the fire.
Each time his hand dived in, a finger searching, a thumb rubbing my clit I leaned further into him. “Nikolai,” I groaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Not yet,” he growled, getting rougher, more searching with every dive inside me.
My breasts were soaking and slipping in his hand with every jerking move he coaxed out of me. I found myself spreading my legs wider, encouraging him. Doing that earned me another rough, nipping kiss from him that made me moan a little louder.
I wanted to be rewarded with those kisses, just hard enough to make me melt. I realised Nikolai was right. The further I sunk into enjoying his touch the more my real-life woes melted away.
The next time he pushed his fingers inside, I quickly clamped my hand on his, keeping his thick digits inside me, wantonly grinding myself against the palm of his hand.
I felt him smile against my shoulder, the grizzle of his chin like electric static. /His wolf likes us enjoying this. He wants to please us/ Priya purred in delirium. He kept his hand in place, but I got a much rougher nip, making me jump in surprise. As I flinched, he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb. My legs went weak.Suddenly I was rocketing out of my own mind. His thick fingers were twisting, turning inside me whilst my clit and nipples were pinched and teased into submission. All my weight was now resting on him. My free arm wrapped around his neck, my fingers buried in his hair. My other hand remained planted against his, shadowing the rough thrusts of his thick digits inside my soaked pussy.“Nikolai, Nikolai,” I gasped as I felt myself slipping over the edge and everything spasmed. His fingers were clamped inside me as I unravelled under his touch.Holding on I kept his hand pressed inside me. I didn’t care what he thought, what anyone would think of me. All I k
It was meant to be an in and out job. Scratch the itch and get the hell out. Stomping back to my bike I am dazzled by the dawn rays. I feel like ripping something apart, getting up some speed on the bike will have to do.Every one of my senses had been burning to feel her touch. Each day apart, increasing the agonising pull. Almost without realising my route headed further from the northern territories, inexorably back to the castle of Silver City.I know what you're doing, I scolded my wolf as I pulled up the loud, powerful bike. Leaving away from the square castle courtyard of prying eyes and servants I looked up at my home and sighed.I knew what room she was in without trying, treading softly under the cover of darkness. My wolf followed her scent so damn easily. As though she had laid out a teasing trail of string for me to follow through the maze of stone corridors. Surely every shifter for miles could pick up on her honeyed scent?/It is just for us Niko. You already know she
Every day I remain in White Forest I laugh at myself. What the hell am I doing?Two weeks, two whole weeks have passed since Nikolai came to my room. There is no sex so good that it is worth the humiliation of being abandoned.It was so good though. My toes curled just thinking about how he prowled around commanding me.It was like peering behind the curtain of a show. I had seen behind the pleasant platitudes and witnessed the raw passion that can come of such a connection. Priya and Nikolai’s wolf were swirling, heady messes of adoration.I know I love Nikolai. He would probably vanish like a ghost if I told him such a thing. But I do.Every line and shape comprising his face is etched into my memory. I know I can make him smile, maybe even make him laugh and it kills me to not have any chance to build on the small moments of connection he has dangled before me.So now it is a compromise of my dignity. I crave him yet I must pretend to accept his baseless claim that his feelings are
The figure turned around and was unmistakably Luna Helena recognising her huge brunette curls. At the ball she had been sleek and polished. Chocolate ringlets crowning a silken gown, draped in jewels and poise. In her ragged nightgown and grey hollowed eyes sockets she appeared almost monstrous.Except there was no anger in her presence, it was all sadness. Every expression and step her weary body took was exhausted sadness.“Cherish?”She tottered towards me, mistaking me for my poor mother. We both had long blonde hair, I suppose in the night it was an easy mistake to make even if my eyes were green, not blue like hers and Cillian. “No, Luna Helena I am Genevieve, Luna Cherish’s daughter.”“Of course, of course,” looking up and down the walls.“Have you seen anything? Any clues? Nobody will tell me anything, but someone must know!”Unable to stop her she wandered into my open room, looking around like an inquisitive dog. “Luna Helena, you cannot blame yourself for what happened to m
Freya sprinted into my room waking me up with a delirious squeal. “You healed my mother!”“I swear I didn’t, we just talked!” I groaned into the pillow, wincing as Freya clambered onto the bed like a cat.“What about, what did you say, do you think she will be well enough for the ceremony now?”Of course. The number one priority in Freya’s world. Her mouth was racing away. "I wonder when she'll be fit enough to visit the ceremony site, I hope she likes what I chose-"“I really don’t know, get off my you lump,” and she shuffled down to the far end of the mattress, her huge smile disarming my initial grouchy reaction to being woken up by bodily impact. “I found her crying and we had a talk-""She was crying?" Freya's eyes widening. I lifted my legs up, wrapping my arms around and resting my chin. My blonde hair fell about my shoulders as I yawned into life. "She was but when we spoke she calmed down. She thought I was my mother.""Oh she thought you were Luna Cherish!""Only for a second
I only lasted a week. A single week and I’m back here like a fool. I was fine until this morning, then my mark was going crazy. Burning and tingling at my skin so sharply I had to pull up on the bike before I steered into a rabbit hole. Stood under the morning sun in the middle of a dry, arid cornfield I was completely alone yet It felt as though she was right there. I even shivered, closing my eyes, allowing myself to imagine the sensation was her running her hand over it, sending pulses of lust through every nerve ending.How am I meant to follow up leads and investigate with shit going on? I’m having the wolfsbane vial secretly analysed by a master craftsman I trust. A bag of gold and a threat to take his throat if he loses it should keep it safe. Something about that silvery tube just feels off. When I roll it in my hands, the feel of the metal seam, it’s too unusual. There has got to be a link to the culprits through this item.At the same time, I’ve been trailing Cillian, ret
I do the best thing I can do after that strangeness. I head down to the training bleachers and sign myself up for some physical punishment. Round after round of sparring with the other trainees. Thanks to me I have them all on this double-strength workout routine. Our guards failed their purpose in allowing that vial of wolfsbane within fifty miles of the castle. So not only are they being re-educated in physical fitness but I have requested experts in security, espionage and tracking get these dregs whipped into shape.Annoyingly we have had to pay for these experts to come in from Rising Star, Phillipe’s parents pack. The Beta’s patrol every night now, I hire local villagers to try and sneak in, capture-the-flag style. The fact that not one of them has approached me when I arrive disguised on a roaring motorcycle is a source of absolute fury.So the beefy Beta’s attempt to land sneaky rabbit punches, whip my legs away with low kicks and hit below the belt. The disdain my own pack
That might have been the most daring I’ve ever felt in my life. Taking control and making him sweat. I am amazed it went so well! I have no idea how I didn’t look at his cock. Probably because I didn’t stop staring at it while he showered so I’d got enough admiring done to keep me sane for a few minutes. Perhaps the huge gown I'm drowning in hid the scent of my arousal but watching him soap and scrub his skin under the hot water was hypnotizingly hot. His body is unbelievable. Even down to his fine, dark chest hair covering his sculpted pecs. Of course his abs are perfect but I had never realised how defined and chiselled his back and broad thighs were. Not until I spent fifteen minutes spying on him in the shower anyway.If he hadn’t said those cruel things about our bond to Luna Helena I might have attempted to join him. Even though I still don't even fully know that he didn't kill my parents. It's purely my own trust in him. I've no evidence to say he's innocent. I know he's kil