-CLEO’S POV* Surprisingly, Gamma Blayne behaved for the rest of the evening. We held a bonfire and ate around the flickering embers as the flame crackled. Exactly opposite from me, he sat with his men. Lust-filled brown eyes met my death glares, wanting to drown him in my deep sea-green. “My warriors require a full meal. This is insufficient for us.” Gamma Blayne groused while side-glancing at me. “Make do with it. We eat in rations.” I snapped, my heart beat out of my chest. He had that effect on me. “We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy. I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description. “No one is higher than the other.
-BLAYNE'S POV* “Gamma Blayne,” a shaky senior voice interrupted. Provoked, an incensed growl shook the ground, whipping air strikes of a harsh wind into the old man’s face. He clutched clumsily at his walking stick with his decrepit fingers. His hair had winter-white tresses. He had hard, wizened eyes and a clipped Abe Lincoln beard. His face was toil-worn and sun-tanned from exposure and he walked with a weary, lethargic air. “Yours. She’s yours.” Evidently, he knew how to deal with possessive male mates. “But we both know that if you marked her like this, she would not want to forgive you.” The veracity of his words jolted me out of my fantasy. Giving Cleo my penitent attention, her eyes fluttered as her mind tentatively refocused on the present. Daze, she opened her pretty round lips to curse when Sherda meekly interrupts with, “Gamma, Cleo is overworked and has not been eating properly. She fainted in the valley and Hunter Damon carried her part of the way.” I looked back at
This follows Chapter 54....... -BLAYNE’S POV* Shit! Cleo goes into heat tonight! “You could have told me,” I scolded my wolf, feeling anxious and like an idiot. After getting off the call with Vance, my brain was fried and my thoughts were jumbled. Though I'm in the bunker with my warriors, I'm completely zoned out. “You’re the one who keeps screwing up everything,” he huffs, “You’ve been so busy with the investigations that you barely visited her.” “You know why,” I charged him, “The guilt of arresting my own mate is killing me.” Plus those accusing fiery sea-green eyes scorch my heart. She’s bound to bleed me dry. “Yet, you are alive and making our mate suffer.” He jabs at me. “If you weren’t a part of me, I’d hope she dumped your sorry ass.” “Oh, shut the hell up.” I gritted. “We are one and the same. Let’s just focus on getting Cleo through the night.” “Heat lasts for days, dumdum.” He curtly pointed out. “It’s at least three days.” Fuck! I did not know what to do. I was
-BLAYNE'S POV- “What the hell are you doing here?” She retorted, giving me those knife-slicing eyes. Obviously, she was still holding on to an unnecessary grudge over the arrest. Technically, she was not a prisoner here. The cells were to keep her safe until we caught the psychopath who was killing our pack members. It was Alpha’s orders that she had to be detained. I had no choice in the matter. Cleo knew this, yet she punishes me for it. “It’s time for your heat and I came to keep you company.” I brushed my brown fringes back, waiting for her next words. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized my physique. Teal-colored button-front shirt, black jeans, and black and white sneakers. The bad boy look was my style and will never change. Her inspection makes me nervous, considering that I’m a hellish killing machine. “Stay out there and don’t come in here.” She rolls her eyes and waves her index fingers at me like she was my warden. Sullen, I retreated to stand in front of
-CLEO'S POV- My eyes remained shut as the heavy lids caged them in darkness. When the heat began, fire blazed through my veins, eating at my skin. My body shook like an interplate earthquake. Though the medication reduced the scorching, there was a mild residue of charring. The part about this that I loathed was the man lying next to me. Beyond a doubt, he was here to get laid because the irrefutable attraction heightened tonight. I desired him and vice versa. The rational side of me knew that I’d regret having sex with him. Contrastingly, my wolf’s side declared to hell with self-control and to surrender to the natural course of the heat. Minute by minute, the fire grows, building in my core and then unrolling into my limbs like a slicing sword. Unstoppable whimpers unfurled through my lips as the pain hacks my body apart. Blayne turns on his side and wraps his arms around me, before rubbing all over my body. “I-it burns, Blayne,” I whispered between choked sobs. Heat accumulated
-BLAYNE’S POV* My mind was playing tricks on me. The encapsulating pheromones had me in a delusional grasp. Twisting my cognitive reasoning into hearing my heart’s desire. A passionate hunger to devour her rose in my bones. The boxers strangled my erected cock, which was now the hardest that I’ve ever been. The ache in my coconut-sized balls was more severe than being kicked in them. A growl reverberated from my chest. My inner wolf was niggling at my subconscious mind to take over once more. Gradually, she rotated her body to face me, straddling her legs around my waist. The taut nipples of her perky breasts graze my bare chest while her arms snaked my neck. Her eyes delved deep into mine, which displayed a sprouting desire. Then her fingertips trailed from my nose to my mouth, delicately brushing my lips. Coiling my fists, I swallowed thickly to conceal the ravenous appetite to consume her. My severely malnourished sexual arousal nipped at me. The draconian struggle to maintain
-BLAYNE'S POV* Dammit! Everything she did amplified my arousal. She was too beautiful, too sexy, extremely alluring and a damn tease. No one else was allowed to know her sweetness. I alone was privileged to her ravishing image. I loved it. This sultry view of her will forever be lodged in the memory cabinet of my mind. She was fucking dreamlike. My adam's apple bobbed as I licked my wet lower lips. My blackened eyes slowly and carefully scanned her skin from her lips to her breasts and to her lower abdomen. “I’ll make you cum as often as you like. But I won’t fuck you until you take me as your mate.” I made her the promise. May the goddess help me to keep my vow. "Will you accept me?" With flushed cheeks, she nods her head, vigorously. “Y-yes.” ^~^ -CLEO’S POV* With a naughty slowness, his lips found mine, plundering and prodding. His slimy sizzling tongue sought mine and my moan died inside his lips. His hands were rough and demandingly found my breast, molding and squeezing
-CLEO'S POV- “You beast!” Even though I cursed him, my hands stretched out for him to take me into them. When tears misted my eyes, he misunderstood, thinking that he had hurt me. “Baby, I’m sorry but you’re the one doing this to yourself. I’m yours and you’re mine.” He cups my core, massaging it. “Why won’t you admit it?” He searched my face for an answer and I refused to give him one. At last, he came into my arms and lifted me. He meanders to the tub. I stiffened, tightening my legs and arms around him in refusal to be dipped into another round of freezing water. “No. Don’t.” My head and joints hurt and I hardly had the energy to argue with him. Right now, I desire him. And he was being a jerk about it. It was unfair of him to take advantage of my heat to make me utter such words. “It’s the only way to take care of you.” He sounded very caring but then shifted straight to the dominant persona that he displayed a few minutes ago. “Your eyes show that you are in a lot of pain. I