Lucas's POV “Miatta?” “Yes, My Lord?” “You have been scrubbing at my locks for quite some time now. When do you plan to get to the other half of me?” She paused, her hands still in my hair. “In due time, my L—” “Don't. Just don't, Miatta.” I couldn't hide the concrete anger in my voice. “Don't try that with me. You know you can call me Lucas. You have been calling me that all day.” She rinsed her soapy hands in the tub and walked around to the other side, leaving the soap in the water. “I have? I apologize for my insubordination, my Lord. I will remember that as I go along.” She was testing me, calling my bluff but I was ready to disappoint her. I leaned back again and pushed the bar towards her, closing my eyes. I felt her hand snaking tentatively around my ankle and she pulled it above water level, resting it on the rim. She soaped beneath my feet and the soap fell into the water with a little splash. The next thing I felt was her nimble fingers scrubbing between my toes, s
Lucas She was glowing with satisfaction and I could see it even if her back was to me. I had given her my pelt after she had taken a proper bath, shooing me out of the shed. The cotton dress she had been wearing was wet and in shreds courtesy of me. I might have gone overboard but she had stopped me before I could get to the triangle at her thighs. How she had managed to succeed in convincing me to let her up was beyond me. In the state I had been in, the shed would have burnt down to ashes without me noticing. Once I was dressed, I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around in a small circle. “You are dressed and I'm still in this,” she pointed to my pelt which was tied snugly above her breasts, the ends of it getting to the middle of her hips. The flesh there was marked with my red streaks from where I had squeezed her too hard. “I left bruises on you. I apologize.” She looked down at herself, adjusting her legs sideways to examine the extent of my brutality. She winced,
Miatta POV Evening came and not soon enough. I was high-strung from the sexual tension between I and Lucas. He made sure to sit apart from me, respecting my wishes but I could tell that he was walking on a tight rope. Some slaves had brought his meal and I had received the leftovers, eating juicy meat for the first time since I entered Red Bone Pack. They returned to take the dishes away and Lucas exited his big and comfortable bed, giving me room to take a long nap. Hours later, a hand tapped on my shoulders, rousing me from my dreams. I opened a drowsy eye, flat on my back to avoid ruining the pretty dress. Lucas stood at the side of the bed and I could see the darkness beyond the window. The drums had begun, its fast and energetic beats reaching my ears and filling me with excitement. He helped me down by the hand and escorted me out of his room where his bodyguard was waiting for us. The loyal warrior bowed to him respectfully, bending from his waist. “Your booth is ready, my
Miatta He was watching Yvette dance and the look on his face was one of interest. I could not hide my displeasure as I wore my heart on my sleeve most of the time. I searched for Addy in the crowd and found her sitting beside Ramona in their assigned space. I waved at her but she wasn't looking in my direction so she didn't see me. Once Group Black was done, they bowed together before the royal family and returned to their site. Yvette winked at Lucas and the buffoon caught it with a stupid grin. I almost threw up my undigested meal. The winners were to be announced later on by the Alpha himself after deliberating with the few selected judges. In the meanwhile, meals were served on clean leaves for the commoners and wooden bowls for the royal family. It was also my cue to leave before I broke a wooden bowl over Lucas’ head. I had only taken two steps to my getaway when I heard him call my name in an annoying sing-song manner. “Mi-a-tta,” he sang, folding his arms across his chest.
Lucas I watched Miatta run away from her mistake, parting through people in a haste. Despite how angry I was at her, my wolf urged me to get up and go after her. I obliged the obstinate animal, rising to my feet when Yvette pulled on my arm. “My Lord, you are going to. . . go after her, are you? She is but a mere slave.” No, she was not, I wanted to snap back at her. Jealous though I was that she liked someone else, it wasn't in me to leave a female upset. Yvette's hands on me was infuriating and I had suffered along with Miatta, enduring her touch to keep up appearances. “Besides, the king and Beta Logan are watching as well. They cannot see you running after a careless slave,” Yvette pressed on, trying to make me see reason. She was on point and it was true that my idea was not exactly proper but that night, Miatta was not a slave. She was my Lady of Honour and I had driven her away. “She isn't a slave tonight, Yvette and it is my duty to make my guest as comfortable as possib
Lucas Miatta’s words washed over me, weakening me totally. She was a virgin and I had accused of taking of a lover. My foolishness made me unworthy to stand before her perfect imperfections. Even I could not boast of being a virgin because lycans were very sexual peaked creatures. Virgins were rare to find in a world of pleasures like ours and yet my mate stood before me, with her virginity intact, the highest honour she could give me. I had acted irrationally, my jealousy had burned hot but now, I was left with the ashes of my mistakes. “You are a virgin. How are you a virgin?” I wanted to know. It wasn't possible that an attractive shifter like herself had managed to preserve herself through mating periods and through her abduction. She was a princess but I was a prince and I was equally adventurous. It just wasn't possible. Miatta turned scarlet with embarrassment and hung her head. “I just am. I have never told anyone, not Addy, not even my own mother. You are the first to know
Miatta I woke up the next morning, feeling like a new being. It was true that we had gone at it for hours like the animals that we were, sex a new experience that I had found to be addictive. Perhaps it was that wonderful because I was having it with my mate but I wanted it no other way. His smell was all over me and my heart swelled with pride at what I had accomplished the previous night. He had left me come on top just once and I had worn his patience twice with my slow, deliberate movements until he had groaned out loud and turned the tables on me. We had made love, what, four or five times? I had lost count of my orgasms when I had woken up at dusk and found his head between my legs, eating me out until my eyes rolled back into my head. Lucas was a sex god and I had trouble keeping up with his bull-like stamina, having lost some of my battle-ready fitness. Now, he laid on his stomach beside me, fast asleep in oblivion. His dark hair stumbled over his eyes and he was stark nake
Miatta Within me, I was worried, troubled by my encounter with Beta Logan but I didn't want Lucas to discover my discomfort. Therefore, I had taken some time to relax my nerves in the bath shed before presenting myself to my mate. Distracting him with my body was a tool that worked immensely and while he was busy dwelling on how fast he could get me back in bed, I was battling to keep my mind in check. “Are you trying to kill me, Miatta?” he asked huskily, doing that throaty groan he knew I liked. I preferred when he did it close to my ears, in my mouth or at the entrance of my wet orifice but I would take it however he wished to give it. “No. I'm sorry,” I feigned a sad countenance, bringing my fingers to my moist lips. “I didn't realize that I wore you out last night. Guess you are not as virile as you used to be.” I tried to walk around him but met a broad, solid chest. My dart must have hit close to home and if I knew anything about Lucas’ pride, it was that he would find a wa