- Kate Her wolf is quick, and she’s obviously had time to heal since our first run in. She doesn’t limp, or waver as I slam my body into hers. She jumps up onto her feet and snarls as she snaps her jaws at me. The feeling, the feeling that I now know is the great wolf, returns and I feel like I’m floating on air. Her blood is calling out to me, and I want nothing more than to taste it as I rip her open. I duck underneath her, which confuses her as she steps back. I swing back around and sink my canines into her back leg. She squeals and rips her leg out from between my teeth. Her blood covers my tongue, and its just like before. Everything feels brighter, faster, stronger. Better. Brea limps around me, her eyes trained on me as I stand in the center. She’s already lost this fight, and she’s just trying to buy herself some time so that she doesn’t get killed. I almost want to transform and tell her that she can go, but Marcel needs to know that I’m coming for him. I can’t
He was 25, and this was his first time going to a brothel. Kai Reeves cursed himself for the sweat pouring down his face. He was both burning with lust and chilling with terror. He tried to avoid this for many years until finally his needs overcame his lust. The urge to combine was ultimately stronger than fear.Forcing himself to keep moving forward, Kai stepped up the steps of Mrs. Bradshaw, where services are reserved for wealthy guests. It is common knowledge that a night with Bradshaw's girls has the price of luck, for they appear to be the most professionally trained prostitutes in London.Kai can easily shell out whatever price is asked. He made a lot of money as a thief, and above all, he had a fortune from his dealings in the underworld.He also gained a lot of notoriety in the process. Although he was well known to the common people, he was feared by the underworld and hated by the Bow Street cops, who saw him as a rogue colleague. From the police point of view it was true –
Kai followed her from the gallery, ignoring the glances that followed them. She led him through the entrance hall and up the winding stairs to a private suite.Mrs Bradshaw's suite was elaborate but comfortable, with sturdy upholstered furniture, walls decorated with French wallpaper, a blazing fire dancing in the fireplace. The cupboard in the living room is overflowing with a collection of dazzling crystal glassware. Mrs Bradshaw lifted a small wineglass from the silver tray and glanced at him with a questioning look. "Brandy?"Kai nodded immediately.She poured a red-yellow liquid into the glass. Skillfully, she struck a match and lit a candle on the cupboard. Holding the base of the cup, she lightly heated the wine glass over the fire. When she felt the wine was warm enough, she gave it to him.He had never had a woman do this to him before.Brandy was rich and nut-flavored, a scent that gently brushed his nose as he drank. Looking around the living room, Kai saw rows of bookshelv
He nodded cautiously, heat prickling his groin."I fantasize about standing naked in front of a man." Gemma's voice was low and melting as she continued, “I choose one to my liking. He took me to the podium, and performed any sex position I asked. Then I choose another person, and another person, until I am completely satisfied.” She pulled the hem of his shirt away from his trousers.Kai lifted it over his head and dropped the wet shirt on the floor. His boy was stiff and sore. Gemma looked at his naked upper body. She touched the dense hairs on his chest, which were darker than the brown hair on his head. A sound of praise escaped Gemma's throat. “He is mighty. I love it". Her fingers explored through the thick curls and caressed the warm skin beneath, and Kai instinctively took a step back. “If you want to make love, my dear sir, I am afraid you cannot avoid being touched. Please stand still."She reached for the top button of his trousers. "Now, tell me about your imagination."Ka
She was here. He knows that well. Kai watched the party's lively guests as they wandered through the gardens behind the Highland.His hand slid into the pocket of his coat, finding a small box containing Torcia Sette's portrait. Slowly, his thumb stroked the glossy surface of the enamel on the box as he continued to stare at the crowd.After two months of searching Torcia had brought him to Hampshire, a region of heather-carpeted hills, ancient hunting forests, and unbelievable marshes.The county to the west was quite developed, with twenty rich trading towns filled with wool, wood, dairy products, honey, and bacon. Among the famous properties ofHampshire, Highland is considered the most beautiful. The manor house and a private lake are located in the fertile Itchen valley. "Not a bad hideout," thought Kai wryly. If his suspicions were proven correct, Torcia would have found work in the house of the earl of Wessex, serving as his mother's maid.In the course of his hunt for Torcia,
She stiffened in his arms, her breathing became quick: "Let go of me". She said, looking into his arm. "What the hell are you doing?""She may have fallen.""I'm not. I was fine until he jumped at me and almost knocked me down...""Her heel got caught in the hem of her skirt."Carefully moving, she lifted her leg and realized that he was right. "Right". She spoke briefly.Having rescued people from every conceivable situation, Kai is used to receiving at least a superficial thank you."Do you intend to thank me for saving you?""I have perfect reflexes. I can save myself."Kai smiled incredulously, both annoyed and amused by her stubbornness. "If it weren't for me, you would have broken your petite neck.""I can assure you, sir, that the so-called rescue action just now was completely unnecessary. Either way, you obviously want to... thank you. Now please let go of your hand. out of me". Her voice showed no gratitude at all.Kai smiled smugly, seeing her fearless attitude, despite the
"I'm not," she admitted.They stopped at the door of the south tower, where the high-ranking servants, including her, lived. Streams of light streamed from the splendid windows, and streaked across the cobbled paths. Now Torcia saw that his hair was not black but brown. A shiny, dark brown, a mix of maple and mink colors. She wanted to touch his hair and feel it slide through her fingers. The closeness stirred her.Stepping back, she gave him a regretful smile. "Goodbye sir. And thank you for being such a pleasant escort.""Wait". He said, there was a plea in his voice. "May I see you again, Miss Ezra?""No, sir. I'm afraid all my time is occupied by the widowed countess."Those words didn't stop him—she saw it in his eyes."Miss Ezra...""Goodbye," she repeated warmly. "I hope you have a good day off, sir." She quickly left, well aware of his angry look.When Torcia reached her room, she locked the door and sighed. Since she had come to Highland, she had been regularly offered sugges
"Good morning," said Sir Sydney, a small smile on his lips. His hair was disheveled and his tie was loosely tied."I can't believe you're going out at this hour." She said happily."I never sleep past sunrise."Torcia nodded in the direction he was just enjoying."Are you going that route? I can't encourage it.""Why not?""That leads to muddy lakes and very deep marshes. One unlucky step, and you could sink in the mud, that's it, if you can't handle a whole bunch of spiders or snakes." She shook her head in a fake regret. "We've lost some lovely guests that way."He smiled lazily. "Shouldn't I ask you to recommend an alternative path?""If you go the other way, you'll come to a horse trail that leads to the main road. Following it will lead you to the park, through the open fence, and you'll find the trail leading you to the summit. From there he could see lakes, villages, forests, all spread out before his eyes... breathtaking scenery.""Is that where you're going?"She shook her he