Kane's POV: Long after Willow has fallen asleep, I lie on the uncomfortable cot and stare at her. I trace the outlines of her sweet face with one finger. My whole heart and soul aches to be with her, everything in me wants to claim her as mine. I fled from her because I couldn’t stand being close to her, then I bring her right back here. Why? So I can torture myself? Sighing, I roll off the bed and tiptoe out of the cell. I close the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and let out a slow, stuttering breath. What the fuck am I going to do? I have no plan. It’s like I’m begging for a war with the witches. When Daniel Jones finds out I’m holding his daughter here, more than likely against her will, there will be hell to pay. “What are you doing, man?” Glenn asks in my head. Wolves can communicate through a psychic connection we call a mind link. It’s how we can talk to each other when we’re in wolf form. “I don’t fucking know anymore.” “It’s not too late. I can still smuggle her o
I’m lying flat on my back on the floor of my cell, staring up at the unremarkable roof. Somehow, it feels less claustrophobic down here, and despite the cold seeping into my body, and my steadily pounding head, I don’t move. A panel on the steel door slides open. I tense and sit upright. “Are you decent, little miss?” Glenn asks on the other side. “You have some gall coming here.” He chuckles. “Fair warning, I’m coming in.” “Whatever,” I say and get up, moving over to the bed. A loud clang echoes off the wall in my tiny cell, and the door swings open. I grip the edges of the mattress to stop myself from bolting out of the cell in a panic. I can’t outrun a wolf, I can’t use my magic, and I have no idea where I am. “I brought you some breakfast,” he says and puts a metal container on the little cabinet by my bed. “I’m not hungry,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “Come on, you must be starving. When is the last time you ate?” “For all I know, that food’s poisoned.” Grinni
Kane doesn’t bother to ask me if it’s okay to come in before he bangs the door open. “Good evening,” he says as he steps into the little room, his velvety deep voice washing over me like hot chocolate. I hate that I’m so happy to see him, but it’s a side effect of being locked up with my own company all day. That has to be it right? It can’t be because I actually missed him. “It’s night time?” “Yes. I couldn’t get away sooner. Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry. In fact, he sounds like he’s in an exceptionally good mood. “Well, come on,” he says, holding the door open. “Where are we going?” I ask, eyeing him with suspicion. I don’t really care, anything to get out of this damn cell, but I also don’t want to look too eager to follow him. “Upstairs. I figure you’d like to get out of here and have a shower. Or would you rather stay and try to wash in that little basin--” he points at the steel sink next to the toilet --“either is fine with me.” His arrogance is infuriating and exciting m
Kane's POV I roll off the bed and stand on the other side of the door, inhaling her scent that’s drifting out from under the door. I close my eyes and lean with my head against the wall, my fists clenched around my thighs, willing myself to stay in the bedroom. “Glenn?” I mind link with my chancellor, hoping he’ll distract me. “Are you asleep?” “Of course not. What’s up?” “I need you to talk me out of having sex with Willow.” “She won’t let you.” “Are you sure about that? I can be very charming.” Glenn laughs. “You keep telling yourself that, man.” “Have you ever had sex with a human before?” “Once. With Charmaine…before she turned.” “How did that turn out? They are so…delicate. What if I break her?” Glenn is quiet for a while, then splutters laughter. “They’re not made of porcelain man. They don’t break that easily…but you have to be, ah…gentler. You can really hurt her if you aren’t careful.” “They don’t like it rough?” “They do, it’s just that our rough and their rough
Kane's POVI drop Willow on the bed and kneel between her legs. Fluttering kisses over her leg, I work my way up, driving myself to the brink of insanity. I push her dress up and out of the way, eager to explore every secret she has to offer. Impatient, I wrap my hand around her panties and tear them off, before plunging my fingers into her wet warmth.She inhales sharply at the sudden intrusion, but she grabs my hand and urges me on, moaning softly, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusting fingers. I hook my arms under her knees and lift her up to meet my mouth, wrapping my lips around her clit, lapping up the sweet juices that flood my mouth, losing myself in everything that makes her a woman. Makes her my mate.Growling softly, I let her go and crawl upwards, engulfing her lips, forcing them apart with my tongue. “Kane?” Glenn asks in my head.No, Goddess. Fuck off. Not now. I ignore him.Willow reaches down and unbu
Halfway up the endless stairs, I hear a wolf howl, and stop to listen. I’m tired anyway and need a break. These wolves have no idea how difficult it is to keep up with them, and I have to run full-out just to match their version of a leisurely stroll. Glenn stops and turns to look at me. “What?” “The wolf,” I say through gasps of air. “Yes, that’s Dario…Kane’s wolf.” “He sounds pissed.” “He’s not…that’s a cry of pain.” My heart clenches. “He’s hurt?” “Not physical pain, little miss…come on, it’s getting late.” “Okay,” I say, and despite the fact that I can barely feel my legs, start climbing the steps again. “Are you taking me to the tower?” I joke. Glenn looks over his shoulder and smiles at me, but says nothing. After what feels like several hours of climbing the seemingly endless spiral staircase, we finally reach the top, and the werewolf hands me a flashlight. This part of the castle is clearly uninhabited. It’s dusty, and cobwebs cling to everything, hanging like chandel
I spent the first two days cleaning the place and making it somewhat liveable, removing the dust covers from the furniture and scrubbing the floors and walls. I wish I could use some magic to keep it clean, but every morning Glenn reminds me that I can’t. After my somewhat frenzied cleaning spree, I started spending all my time in the library. I’m not sure these were concubine quarters. The more books I pull from the shelves, the more I come to think that witches used to live up here. All the books are related to magic or the history of magic. Some of the books are written in languages I’ve never even seen before, and others are so old that I’m too afraid to touch them. I’m used to my own company, so I don’t mind the countless hours by myself, but the perpetual darkness is wearing me down. By the end of the sixth day, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and I miss Kane more and more every day. “Good morning, little miss,” Glenn says and puts the heavy drum of water next to the wash
Kane's POV: I hadn’t seen Willow since that night I almost took her. Glenn and I agreed it was better that way, but the longing for her just became more intense, driving me half out of my mind. I could barely function, and my father started to notice. Everyone did, even my mother. Soon, they’ll start asking questions. I was halfway through supper when Glenn frantically mind linked me. “Something’s wrong with Willow. I don’t know what to do.” My stomach clenched. “What do you mean something’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I asked. “She’s sick or something.” Werewolves rarely get sick. We’re not susceptible to human diseases and I wasn’t surprised that Glenn had no idea how to handle it. “I’ll be right there.” I ran up the stairs to the tower where we put Willow. It was a bad idea to move her in here. It’s okay for a wolf maybe, but not a human. It’s cold, drafty, and damp. By the time I got there, she was hallucinating, and Glenn had practically chewed off all his nails. While I took her