It was insane to want this. Even if she was in this younger body again, she was almost a decade older than Daniel and should be acting like it, not moaning under his heavy weight as it crushed her with breathless strength into his bed. No - that was just aesthetics - the truth was that she was still thinking of what everyone else would say if they found out. Her, the widow of Daniel's brother in the middle of a brewing war when the pack needed leadership most, her! receiving Daniel's every thrust of his hips as he ground upon her with their clothes in the way. It had barely been an hour since she had received Daniel's confession and told him to be patient, and she might have given him something to cling to when she didn't turn him down, but this was too fast. She had needed time to convince herself to be reasonable, and not to do something stupid like let Daniel grope her over his sheets while she writhed underneath him and grew damp between her thighs all the while.But those thou
She was too worn out and emptied of all sensation except blissful hollowness to clean herself up. They fell asleep like that for a short while, Daniel's weight pinning her down with delicious strength, and when she awoke, he was waiting for her. Had been watching her, evidently, memorizing her features as she dozed, and when he saw that she was coming to, he carefully picked her up from the bed and carried her to the bath in his arms. She could hardly do anything except lean back against his broad chest when he settled her between his legs, and she shivered whenever he passed the washcloth over her breasts and belly.It was ages before he worked his way down to where her entrance was, and although he should have been too spent to do anything - at least, judging by her prior sexual experience...which she now belatedly realized had been miserably mediocre - he was pleasuring her again, fingers simultaneously easing out his come from her pussy while sliding up and down her slit and tea
Shit. Shit! How could she have been so clumsy! Beth scrambled to get out of bed, but Daniel's quiet signal and firm grip forced her to settle back down. He motioned for her to stay there as he got up instead, sliding off the bed as he headed for the door. He grabbed a robe folded on top of the low dresser, shook it out, and slid smoothly into it on the way, and when he opened the door, he was clothed and decent again. Mostly."Teo, what is it?""Daniel! You're usually downstairs before the pack gathers for dinner, but you were missing. I came to get you.""I'm fine. I'm not hungry tonight.""I couldn't find Elizabeth either. She was supposed to be helping with the arrangements...""Beth isn't in charge of that. We talked about that before.""Well, I remember, but Daniel - she's better suited to this kind of thing. You shouldn't go around with her so much. Leave her here at the pack house so she can help the other women do - you know, woman business, not going around doing dangerous t
It didn't take long for Matthew to put aside his panic and think coldly about the facts, however. Luckily, dinner went on for far longer than usual, probably because of the horrid downpour that began outside. None of the pack members who lived in the secondary houses wanted to go out and get drenched, so they took their time and socialized for several hours. Matthew took advantage by keeping to himself and quietly planning ahead, arranging answers for every possible question Alpha King Wyatt Troy might have for him. He still needed a powerful alliance with the man and he would take what was offered. After all, in the future, if Silver Nation's Heether pack went wild again just like before, Matthew needed guaranteed protection for his own pack...That was that, then. He had no choice but to put his faith in Wyatt Troy while he had the opportunity. And when he noticed for the first time that Daniel wasn't present, a sly plan began to form. If that man were here, he would definitely g
"You can't be serious." Wyatt's tone was utterly dismissive, the slipping of respect palpable with every word. He sat back in the armchair, eyes shadowing as he grimaced. "I know perfectly well you're not suited for Gold Nation politics. Let's not beat around the bush about that. What is it you think you can accomplish by going there, with me? Do you think you'll be any safer for having my company? You've seen with your own eyes that I have so few friends I came with none, and so many enemies that you, a stranger, had to come to my assistance or else I would have died that day. So what plan could you possibly concoct that needs your presence in Gold Nation where my most dangerous enemies will be? I can't protect you from them, Matthew Catii.""I'm aware. And I know I'm not the most gifted fighter, but I have men who will fight under me if needed. I can put out a summons back home for an entourage to accompany us -" Matthew began, but the other man cut him off swiftly."If you had su
By morning, Matt and Wyatt were already prepared for the journey to Gold Nation. No time to waste, and Matt in particular still had yet to figure out how to deal with the inevitable confrontation with Beth - he had agonized over it all night, and now it was certain she knew the secret he had tried to keep from her all this time. The flat, cold look on her face whenever he couldn't help but try to catch her gaze gave that much away. And if he had hoped deep within his heart that she had forgiven him - well, that wasn't happening.But it had been decades since she had died in his arms, thirty years. Couldn't she give him a chance? Couldn't she tell he had changed? Even if he had deceived her until now, it was only because she would never have given him a chance otherwise. So maybe...But for now, he needed distance to let her forget her hatred. Every second they were anywhere near each other, it seemed her coldness toward him only grew, so some space was the only thing that might softe
Disguises were one of Wyatt's many strengths. It should have been unsurprising when the circumstances under which he had met Matthew had already proven as much, but Matthew had never appreciated the intricacies behind just putting on a good act to fool the eyes. The business of getting false papers, remembering every facet of their false backstories, constantly being aware that he mustn't reveal too much lest someone think he was a little too interesting and start picking apart his lies - Matthew was much better at business where even if someone tried to lie and misrepresent the numbers, the numbers themselves were never the source of deception. But with disguises and falsehoods and the ordeal of pretending that he and Wyatt were mere businessmen on their way to Gold Nation to negotiate trade...It rankled his pride, especially since he had to pretend to be Wyatt's Beta.But at least he was learning more inside information about the Troy family than he ever knew, even in his fifty ye
"...I suppose I don't have a choice in the matter, since I'm being kept here." Matthew looked around the room with a meaningful glower and a tight smile. There would be no way for Andrew to take that as anything but a condemnation of his prisoner state. Neither of them were idiots, so if Andrew Troy thought he was going to mistake his circumstances for anything but forced captivity, then he must be out of his damn mind. "So what is it you want my help with?" he asked. "Assuming it's something I can assist you with in the first place.""Nothing too challenging for your abilities, I assure you," said the man. "But it's come time to choose a side at last.""A side? Against -""The rogue wolves. Their attacks are mounting, and I'm not going to sit around playing cool politics anymore when there are lives of actual innocents on the line. Before, they were only chess pieces to be played with or traded off, but things are different now. I'm not my father, or anyone else who came before me t