I think Killian has a plan to make me divorce him out of pure spite, because he has been pressing all of my buttons without actually doing anything! Truly, he was not doing right now. He was sitting across from me, paying attention to his stupid phone, sitting in that stupid ass car seat while we were driven to the airport.There was a stupid ass song playing and nothing felt right. My clothes felt uncomfortable, my shoes felt too big, the perfume in the car was suffocating and I wanted to crawl right out of my own skin and run away from him! He was doing this to me! I knew it! He was doing it on purpose!What he was doing though, was a total mystery. But I felt odd in his presence. There was an uncomfortable itch I could simply not scratch. A horrible craving that could not be satisfied by nothing but his attention. Any sort of attention. Would he pay attention to me if I clawed his chest? Or would his eyes still be pinned to the damn phone?!My thighs press together once more, tryin
If he thought I was going to come crawling, he could as well start buying lottery tickets and aim for the big win! I sink back into the armchair and let out a low groan, rubbing my temples as I try to calm my frenzied heart. This was insane! This whole thing was madness!Then why do I want to burst into that room and crawl into his lap -I slowly move my hand over the mark on my shoulder and a soft shiver rushes through me. Was this the effect of the mating mark? Or was I truly craving this man to the point I could feel it in my bones. It was almost as if he had carved his name inside of me, marking me as his. As his belonging. And I wanted nothing more but to return to him and allow him to do whatever he saw fit with me.As I open my eyes, I realize I had fallen asleep into the armchair. A blanket has been laid over me, to keep me warm and I feel slightly overheated. I blink a few times, trying to push away the sleep haze and blur, while I look around, trying to make out something in
I feel like a masochist. I feel that I am nothing but an insane man. Every single moment spent around her makes me want to rip my own clothes. Her scent is maddening. And I could do nothing but enjoy the pain, allow it to seer through my soul. I can't stand it much longer and I need some distance between us. So I hide behind the only door at hand. I allow thoughts to consume me while warmth spreads like venom under my skin and before I know it, tiredness consumes me, giving me nothing but dreams in return. As I wake though, she's here. I could easily reach and grab her. But that masochistic wolf did not allow such things to happen. In what felt like a dance, I find myself in front of her, half naked, with my cock buried into her mouth. I was not what I had planned, but to see her like this was a treat. A delicious one. Her plump lips wrapped around me, her warm tongue stroking me, her little hand gripping the base of my cock making up for her little mouth,while the other gripped the
I think I married a monster. This man does not give me a break. He does not allow me to catch my breath and by the time he is close to satiate his own hunger, I can't even feel my legs. Wave after wave of pleasure has crashed over me again and again. It was hard to think coherently right now and I didn't know if I could even talk coherently right now. I don't think there is anyone out there with this kind of stamina and burning lust, but right now, what he gave me before we married is not even close to tonight. A beast. A monster focused on pleasure and pleasuring, who forgot limits, who forgot there was a world out there who might hear us. When he's done with me I am laying on my side, with a mess of a mind, while he lays on his back, a barely tired smirk drawn on his face, small beads of sweat shimmering on his whole body, making him look as if he was out of this world. The scars on his body were leaving gentle shades on what could have been a perfect skin and I feel drawn to one
A moonless night welcomes me as I wake up once more. Everything is bathed in darkness and I’m not entirely sure If I woke up or if this was part of some strange dream. Nonetheless, I push myself up on the edge of the bed and take a few moments to myself to understand what is going on. There are bird sounds in the distance. I what the crashing of the waves not too far from where I was and it now settles for me that this was not a dream. I remember coming here with Killian. A honeymoon for our arranged marriage. Honeymoons were usually reserved for lovers. For people who could not get enough of each other.For people who could not stand to be too far apart from their significant other. So, where was my husband?My eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and I look around before opening the canopy curtains of the bed and walking away from the bed. The floor was cold and to my surprise, the room was bathed in a humid cold too. Was it not supposed to be a warm and sweaty kind of weather?
I scavenge the house for a working phone, but the storm has cut off all signal and there is nothing much that a phone can do right now. So, after my nausea settles down and I get to finish my weird sandwich, I settle down into one of the bean bags. They were comfortable. Immense in size and I could easily sleep and maybe even snuggle on one of these.As I curl up on one of them and my mind comes to a peaceful stop while the storm rages, I can finally feel like I am able to think straight and even breathe a little better. This whole place was amazing, but something felt off. There were little things around that made me think this was not just a simple resort. This was a little more than that, and Killian left this out when he told me where we were.There were plenty of clothes that belonged to him for all seasons. I found suits and ties, I found sandals and shoes fit for a wedding, I found trinkets one would keep only if this place belonged exclusively to themselves. I stopped searchin
I have no idea how I could have been such a big fool! How could I have missed it?! Something like this should not go unnoticed! Not when you claim you are mates. I should not have been this harsh and jump into conclusions - A fool! A gigantic fool. The change in scent was not because she laid with another man! The change in her scent was not because she was fighting me constantly!The ripe fruit smell that her skin radiated and filled this whole place with was a fruit of our late night dates. I have no idea how it happened. Or when it happened. It was a bit soon, but -“Madelaine -” I call after her and I find myself following like a damn fool. I run upstairs and find her crouched by the toilet, spilling whatever little breakfast she had. When I show up, she immediately flushes and closes the toilet seat, not allowing me to see. Did she think I’m that easy to gross out?“What ?” she hisses through gritted teeth as she pushes herself and walks to the sink to wash her mouth and get rid
I have no idea if this man is really the man I married as my husband or not. He is suddenly all gentle and caring, even if stern and still distant. His touch is steady but he does not manhandle me as he used to and I feel like someone has replaced him during the night. Even earlier, he seemed ready to snap and start another fight, but it all dimmed quite quickly. Was he truly worried or was he scheming something ? I’m not sure if it’s my intuition or my nausea, but I have a hard time trusting him. Nonetheless, I do agree to a quick checkup to the pack doctor, because I did not want to spend entire days feeling like this. I have already gotten too close with the toilet bowl and I wanted to break it here before it was too late.We walk together on the beach, and I almost forget that I’m upset, when his hand rests on my back and guides me around. We make it to the thick forest and it does not take longer than ten minutes to come to a lovely clearing in the exotic forest. Lovely houses a