Damien's POV "Your Dad sounds..." Smirking down at her, I couldn't help but interrupt. "Like a prick..." I loved how she tried to find the good in everyone, but seriously she would find nothing of the sort in my father; I knew she would realise that soon enough, but I didn't want her to think I was a chip off the old block, because I wasn't. Yes, I had a few of his undesirable traits, but I was my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings. Although I support him as a family should - I didn't agree with all of his actions, despite what others may think. "That's because he is Red. I don't like him, and I don't trust him... Especially not with you... just to be clear." I added, all playfulness gone. I wanted her to realise I was serious; I would fight the world for her...Including my father. Jason... the wolves... the lot of them. She was mine. "Ours", Ares corrected me possessively, making me snarl at him; I meant what I said- she was mine, and I wouldn't share her, not e
Damien's POV Hearing the distant sound of voices and then silence, I cocked my eyes quickly to see Maxwell leave the restaurant we had just left, Jason behind him, his eyes finding mine before possessively surveying Red and how she stood melted into my body, my arm snaked around her tiny waist my fingers laced in her mass of red waves tilting her head back to give me better access to those honeyed lips I was now addicted too. But the look of need and desire was etched across my girl's face as she looked into my eyes challengingly that ate at him. Her hand winding up my chest, grabbing my shirt needily, pulling me closer, which had him glaring angrily. Her message was clear: She wanted me! "Red, there'll be no going back if you cross that line..." Flicking my eyes back to her with a wicked smirk, my tone laced with lust. Wanting to give her every chance to back down, "Does it look like it bothers me?" I answered, lowering my hand down over the curves of her back across her pert
Abigail's POV "I won't keep repeating myself, Red; Answer first time in future- Last warning." The commanding tone of his voice alone was enough to make my knees weak, I was a stubborn creature enjoying taunting him and fighting his need for control, but I could hear in his voice I had pushed enough- for now. I would answer, but I wasn't lying earlier. I didn't know what I wanted from him. Obviously, I had kissed a boy or two growing up, but I hadn't taken things further, my mother's trauma constantly weighing heavy on me. I never wanted to put myself in the same boat as her- letting the wrong person in and ending up a puddle of anxiety and fear! Nevertheless, here I was, pinned to a wall by a demon; what was worse than the heat I felt furiously scorching between my thighs because of his touch was the knowledge I was more worried he his hands would stop their wild rampage, his tongue would cease its invasion of my mouth, and I would never again feel this alive. With Damin t
Damien's POV "So what are you waiting for? Lost your nerve, Ace?" My little Minx heckled, knowing damn well that would insight a fire in me. She likes to tease. Good, so do I! Pulling her head back from nibbling my ear, my eyes tightened on her, accepting the challenge she laid at my feet. Intertwining my fingers in her hair, the little gasp she made was so delicious I wanted more! With my hand that was trapped between her gorgeous thighs, my fingers rubbed her soaked panties. Yanking the pretty fabric aside, I grinned as she drove her hips closer to my exploring digits, trying to encourage me to give her the release we both knew she desired. Running my long finger over her core in a whisper of a touch, her arousal unmistakable by her sweet juices coating her walls. I teased at her entrance; my cock hardened instantly, knowing how close I was to taking what I wanted from my exquisite angel. Coaxing little moans from her scrumptious lips, I watch her eyes close; tugging at her
Abigail's POV I don't know where this newfound confidence has come from, but I am enjoying it immensely. Damien seems to bring out the reckless side to me I had been pushing down for all these years; well, it was time to let her out to play and embrace the fallen angel that hid behind the mask of innocence. I was pulled from my thoughts, seeing Damien slamming the door, a deadly scowl on his face. Sitting on the end of my bed, I winked at him, ignoring his darkening mood. Pretending to reach behind me, I smirked knowingly. "Ah, perfect timing. Given your hesitation, I was going to see if Jason could take over where you left off." I teased, dropping my hand to the bed and leaning back, pushing my bust out and staring at him seductively. Seeing him kick his shoes off, I faked innocence. "Won't you need them to go let Jason in?" "RED!" He roared, making me chuckle, but I knew I had pushed enough. Pursing my lips, lowering my eyes before sucking down a breath as he stepped close
Jason's POV "Look, son, I know..." My father started making me sigh and switch off from him- He didn't want me pursuing Abigail; it was the same shit I had heard for the twenty minutes; I couldn't wait for this car ride to end. "Tough!" Archer grumbled in my head, making me snort; at least we were both on the same page for the first time in days. I hated it when we argued; until Ab's, we had been thick as thieves, our bond unbreakable. "Too right, buddy." I laughed cockily, but seeing her and Damien together today, I knew this fight for her attention would most likely end in bloodshed. I just hoped it was a fight I could win. The way Damien dismissed Tommy's wolf earlier had me nervous; if he did that to Archer, I was fucked! It was that simple. "I mean, the pack has to come before your dick, boy, you know that, right?" Coming back to reality, my father's voice cut through the tension in the car. Gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, I clenched my jaw, grind
Jason's POV Sitting beside my mother on the garden veranda, I watched her observing the children play on the green. She looked like she had aged since this morning, which told me Father had filled her in on today. She looked so vulnerable and lost in memories I decided not to mention my ideas of a party; she had enough to deal with. Pulling her into a hug, I wrapped my arms around her delicate shoulder, kissing her forehead. "Ma, you know I will never let anything happen to you, right?" I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice. "I know, Jace." She answered, but her eyes were glued on my sibling playing. Sitting with her for a while, I just enjoyed the moment, both of us turning around and seeing Tommy come and join us, a giant share bag of crisps in his hands that we all knew he would demolish himself—sitting on the other side of my mother he winked at her playfully. "So - Party or no party?" He asked, offering my mum some of his crisps; I grinned, seeing her take a
Jason's POV I could feel Archer disappearing into the back of my head, retreating to his sanctuary like he had last night; I got it! He wanted to stay loyal to Abigail, but I was more rational than that! My last images of her bore into my brain, making my temper flare just thinking about her leaning up to kiss Damien, his arms tightly wrapped around her in an embrace that told me everything I needed to know - he was telling the truth about them this morning. They were intimate. And if that was the case, I was doing nothing wrong with Kayala. We were both consenting adults; she knew the score, that I had hopefully found my mate! Kayla and I had always had fun together; she got me and my needs, and even how she accepted this unexpected turn told me she would have made a perfect Luna. The only issue for me was that she wasn't Abigail. So our plans have changed! With all that said and done, Kayla and I had been together for years; I couldn't just turn off my feelings for her!