Pictures, way too many pictures, were taken. Way too many smiles have been shared, way too many hugs and hand shakes. All with people I definitely don’t know. But most of them looked important. Some more than I wished, since Killian insisted on introducing me to them, almost dragging me to their table. Some seemed bothered by my mere presence, while some seemed to be delighted and even offered me some compliments. Few recognized me as Madelaine Malvak, the famous ballerina and even fewer were actually real fans of what I was doing. I could not deny that this made me a bit sad, but there was nothing I could do about it, just hope I would have the freedom and time to keep dancing. But these were terms and agreements to be made later. As the night slips by us, I can feel Killian grow more and more agitated, tense and fidgety. He felt like a ticking bomb and being near him made me want to run the other damn way. While part of me wanted to lace my fingers into his hair and fuck his worri
Her scent is changing. And everything I am is going completely insane trying to understand it. She does not smell like spring flowers anymore. It’s pulling close to sweet, almost ripe fruit. Strawberries, vanilla, cinnamon - all sweet notes that make me go insane. Knox, the wolf that has no will of ever being patient, is pacing and howling like a madman inside my head. He is not happy. He think someone has laid their hands on his mate. He thinks she has been spoiled and in his mindless head, he wants nothing but to shred something to bits. Of course, that something could end up being his own mate. I could not allow something like this to happen. I could not allow that part of me to go senseless and bestow judgment left and right as if he owned the right to do so. Something told me this had nothing to do with another man. This had something to do with her, and her only. Of course, seeing her friend this close, this touchy and handsy, this eager to get her away from me, does make a
Killian leans back and for a brief moment I think I have broken him. He does not blink, he does not flinch, he simply sit back, staring at me with wide eyes, clearly processing my words. I am amused, shocked and maybe a little happy I got to do this to him. It feels like I have broken the perfect image he had made for me and I think I’ll do my best to break that a little more with each passing day. Maybe like this I can repay his ass back for lying to me.I take advantage of this and jump out of the bed, holding onto the skirt of my dress and rushing to the bathroom that was joined with the room. The door was open and I could see the gigantic bathtub inside, along with a few little trinkets someone has left for us. I dash inside, shut the door and lock it before he would chase after me.My heart is frenzied and the rush of adrenaline is unreal. I should not feel this kind of rush when being chased, hunted down by someone like Killian. He was dangerous, and everything within me told m
The tension that suddenly grows makes me think he is about to rip the door off of its hinges and burst inside the bathroom like a rabid wolf. Everything is bathed in silence, and even if I understand I was playing with fire, I could not bring myself to stop. Despite the fact my own touch was not enticing anymore, I let out a taunting moan.I am more than sure he is listening, I am more than sure his ear is pressed against the door and he is ready to unlock that door just to get a hold of me right now. But nothing happens. Silence thrones all around me and I suddenly feel improper. The warmth, the lust, the need to have him between my legs is suddenly replaced with anxiety. With a stranger cold nothing within my stomach, as if I had just swallowed a bunch of ice cubes and I was having a hard time dealing with the consequences.I can almost feel his tension, his anger, his fight with himself for a little bit of control. Guilt suddenly gnaws at my chest and I’m not sure how to deal wit
When I walk back into the bedroom, I notice the brass lock of the bathroom door on the floor. He had opened the door by removing the whole damn thing and I was not sure if I should be impressed or utterly shocked and terrified. It was still better than breaking through the door, but it was not needed. I could not have lived my life in his bathroom, I would have come out at some point.Water drips from my wet hair as I walk further, looking around the room while I tighten the silk bathrobe that was ready for me along with a horribly sheer set of mesh pajamas. Did he pick those for me? Or did someone else decide I should really wear white tonight. They were barely covering everything and I really thought against wearing them. But after all, I had decided it was best to put them on than sleep completely naked in the same bed as him.Killian is nowhere to be seen, or at least not inside of the room. He had discharged his tie and vest on the armchair by the fireplace, but I was not sure wh
How could I have been so ignorant? How could I have not noticed his pain? I always looked at him but never really moved past the attraction I felt. Maybe because I did not plan to go too far with him, but now that I think of it, I feel bad for it. I feel bad for never being empathic. I should have looked past the handsome face, past the pleasure and maybe I could have seen him. I’m well aware it would have made things even harder for me, but - Killian’s hand moves slowly from my cheek, to the mark he left on the crook of my neck and this sends a thousand shivers down my body. Heat pools in my cheeks and in my pelvis, making me press my thighs together. Just from a simple touch. He did nothing more but touch the mark he had left on my body and I was already growing wet and horny. Mindlessly horny and aching for more of his touches. His fingers brush over the outline of the mark and I can barely hold on to my sanity. My eyes flutter closer and I feel him move up, and closer to me.
Just how can she sleep at a time like this? How is she sleeping so peacefully even now, after days when our mating bond has not been fulfilled. How is she so calm about all this? I felt like I was about to claw my own heart out. Know was losing his damn mind too. It was maddening. It was torture and yet, I could not bring myself to wake her. When I walk out of the bathroom, she has curled into the bed, and made herself comfortable under the blanket, already drifting off to sleep. My footsteps don’t wake her, and I’m not sure if I should be happy or not. My heart is hammering in my chest and every other sane thought is drowned by the need to have her.I had thought that tonight would be spent differently. I have fantasized about her being mine again and again tonight, but this was far from that. She had plainly rejected me. She had demanded I stay away and not touch her. She even went that far to not allow me to pleasure her -The urge to bite into her shoulder again, to have her sub
I’m not sure what taste lingers in my mouth right now. Her skin, her cunt or her blood. They all mix together in my mouth and despite the fact I still did not get to fulfill our mating bond, I am content and peaceful right now. My mate is sleeping on my chest, on the world's most uncomfortable sofa.Her head is tucked right under my chin and my arms are wrapped around her as she has slipped under the blanket, resting her naked body right on top of mine. The mesh set of underwear has been long discarded on the floor and she now wore multiple bitemarks and bruises I could not stop myself from putting on her skin. Despite the eagerness to consume our mating ritual, I knew I had to give her a break. She was so frail, my mate, that I was afraid she would break and unravel right into my hands if I pushed her too far.There were plenty of things Knox found wrong with all this. He has not gotten the chance to feel and ride out his own pleasure. I was a madman for spending half a night pleasu