Nala. His eyes never left mine, and I stared hypnotized into those truly strange and exciting beautiful eyes of his. I was trembling and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest my blood roared in my ears. I remained frozen even when his hand touched my cheek. It felt like hot coals on my skin. I inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent. It was unbelievable the effect this man had on me.I tried my hardest to act unaffected but failed miserably when he curled his hand untill his knuckles replaced his palm and brushed them gently across my cheeks. I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn.Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse. Pawing it; throwing it in the air and letting it run; catching
Salvatore. I wanted to stay with her. And hold her.The startling need had crackled through my chest.So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study room staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the after glow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what I had with her.For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I had ever experienced in years.What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?She was just a woman who was having my baby, that's all she was, that's all I wanted her to be to me. My gaze went over to the tray with a bottleof aged whiskey and a single crystal glass on the low table next to the fireplace. Every night it was put out for me. Some nigh
Nala. Seeing him in this way was exhilarating.I never wanted to be excited or turned on, but I was already soaked and dripping wet between my thighs. It felt as if an entire colony of hornets were buzzing in my belly. I wanted to squash them all dead, but I couldn’t feel enough malice to attack them. What I truly wanted in that moment was revenge.And not against them, but him.Back in the dining room, he had reduced me to a spineless, mumbling mess and I wanted nothing more than to do the same to him. To crack through that impenetrable shell, and to prove to myself and him that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us.I focused more on the thick, throbbing length of meat in my hand and mouth and once again marveled at the sight. I had felt how huge he was inside of me from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, but this was the first time that I was so close to it. Salvatore, I couldn’t look away, or get enough of how he looked, felt, and tasted.His skin was silky smooth,
Salvatore. The lamp cast a warm glow on her skin and hair that was somewhat dried now and lay in tangled waves around her face like a golden halo. For the hundredth,time, I asked myself what I was still doing here, staring down at her while she slept.But I simply couldn't pull away.There was a ceaseless stream of liquid fire coursing through my veins from wanting to be still inside her. I hadn’t shared a bed through the entire night with anyone except for Nova, and I was planning on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. The lure of her body throbbed and called as I forced myself to turn away.I warned myself that she was a siren, one of those dangerous creatures that made men crash their boats into rocks with sheer madness.Suddenly she moaned, and like an addict being offered another shot, I turned helplessly, eagerly, but she was only stretching in her sleep. One breast poked out, the nipple pink and innocent, I was transfixed to the spot at the beautiful and vulnerable
Nala. I was afraid he might decide to stay the night. The irony of it all. Of all the days, I had wanted him to say the night with me, he never did. But the one time I wanted him to leave, was the one night he didn't seem like he would. I was already tired, I couldn't take him anymore, if he spent five more minutes iny room I knew for a fact I would fall asleep for real and miss my window of running away. So I pretended to be snoring and made some sounds turning around, to see his next action. I worked instantly, I coud hear his footsteps as he tried to tiptoe out of the room. As soon as he was gone, I stretched for my phone and checked the time, I still had a few hours to go. I got up slowly and went to my door, locking it from the inside incase he decided to come back again. I went into my closet and took our my already packed back pack. I had planning my escape for two days now, this was the perfect time. I sat on my bed for a while until I saw the lights in his room go da
Nala. The ride back to his house was quiet. And I appreciated that. Ait had been a long day and eventful night. And I was about to go to a stranger's house. I needed the quiet time for a while. My childhood, I was locked up alot in the house, I do not know the city at all. The last time I was out of my birth home had been when I was being shipped to my new husband's house. So I had no idea which part of town we were in but I could tell it was an affluent town. And by the looks, more affluent than even where Salvatore lived. After a few minutes, the man pulled up to a big gate, it was all black and behind the six feet gate was a huge mansion overlooking the sea. He got out of the car and held the door open taking my hand as he helped me out and led me to the entrance. A man in black came to us and mumbled something to him before he took the car keys and got into the car. He held my hand as he led me inside, but then as if he realized what he had done, his grip on my hand tightene
Nala. I woke up tired taking in my room as the events of last night came back one by one. I walked to the window and dew the curtains looking out, and it was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen. I walked back and sat down on my bed for a moment. Suddenly everything started to make sense. He said his name was Jordan and he did not seem to be scared 9f Salvatore. He was Jordan Banks. Now it was all clear why he had seemed so familiar. I had seen him before like a thousand times in the TV, on website tabloids, newspapers. He and his wife had been media favorites. They were rich, and beautiful, but mostly they were known for their charity works to the orphaned children across the city and single mothers. They always seemed so genuine and extremely happy. That was until, two years ago, he had been in the news for his personal tragedy. The loss of his wife.I was so glad I was sitting or i would have collapsed when I saw him standing by the door just looking at me. How long had h
Jordan. I slumped in my chair and ran a hand through my hair. I fingered the list of phone messages as my gaze lighted on the one from my brother Jabari. I shifted uncomfortably and knew I wouldn’t be able to put him off for long.I put my phone down and for a moment I thought about the woman next door, whom I had taken in.She was yet to find out who I truly was, but she looked so innocent, like the world didn't deserve her. She had no idea I had a file on her, the file that documented her whole life. Not that she had any exciting things that happened to her. My pack was rivals with the father of her child Salvatore. I had been digging up anything I could find on him for the past few months. Any weaknesses an die had come across Nala, his wife. But soon I realized she was never really his true love. But she had the most important possession to a werewolf. His heir. She carried his heir and the plan was to use her to get to him. As the leader of the mountain pack, together with m