~ ENRIQUE ~“The tides are not in our favour tonight, I would recommend you hold off the dive until tomorrow,” Jose says quietly.I nod. “Works for me…I have plans tonight and I don’t know when I’ll be done.”I had wanted to give her one memorable day and perhaps holding off for a day would work out, anyway.Night has fallen and I am ready for the evening, but with every passing moment, I feel something tighten within me. Knowing that the time for her to leave is soon.This… this fake reality, this illusion of happiness when I’m with her will soon be gone.“Ah, I see you will finally do the deed. I have not seen you go so long without a woman.”I glare at him. “I didn’t say I will do anything of the fucking sort. Keep your foolish opinions to yourself, cabrón.”“You love her.” Jose’s words make me turn towards him.“You know nothing about love.”“I might not know much. We are both idiots when it comes to women… but I know love when I see it. Enrique as your friend- as your brother, I
~ ENRIQUE ~ “Because I will destroy you,” I reply quietly, forcing myself to let go of her and move back. Her eyes flash with sadness, but I turn away mind-linking one of the werewolf staff to have the food brought out since I had made it clear no one is to pass the partition unless I say so. “You won’t,” she murmurs before she sighs softly. “The weather is beautiful, isn’t it?” “Indeed.” We fall silent; the music filling the comfortable silence. “Enrique?” she says after a moment. “So, we’re no longer using Papi?” I glance at her, cocking a brow and as predicted, she blushes, quickly looking away. Oh, that one won’t get old. She is fun to tease. “I keep thinking of Dad’s angry face when I say Papi….” she shudders. “Even better,” I smirk. “I like that idea even more.” She shakes her head, “No, I don’t. Let’s not think of Dad. He must be so angry. Anyway, I wanted to ask when you first saw me… did you find me cute?” she asks. She doesn’t mean at the fucking club. I had alrea
~ KATALEYA ~ My heart thumps as I feel his eyes incinerating into me. My entire body is burning with a fire that only his touch can put out. “Fuck…” he breathes, his voice sounding rougher than normal as he runs his thumb down the centre of my back, continuing down the small of my back and over the lace that my ass has swallowed up. He leaves a trail of sparks in his wake, making my breath hitch. My core throbs and he slips his fingers between my booty cheeks tantalisingly, but only for a split second before he reaches up to my shoulders slipping his hands under the fabric and sliding it down. His gloved hand applies slightly less pressure than his real hand, and he runs his fingers back up that arm, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I can feel his callous fingertips against the smooth skin of my arm. I lean back, my heart thundering loudly as his lips ghost along my shoulder. He inhales deeply, gripping the front of my dress. He’s about to tug it off when I place my hand over his
~ ENRIQUE ~ Fuck, she makes me go crazy when she calls me that. I bite down on the side of her areola sucking on the firm, supple skin as my finger squeezes inside of her. She’s fucking tight and feels so damn good, and so, so wet for me. “Someone’s soaking for me already,” I murmur. My cock is fucking hard and I want to bend her on all fours and take her right fucking now, but I also want to taste and play with every fucking inch of her first. I force myself away from her, wanting to see how fucking good she looks as I play with her. There’s something fucking satisfying knowing that I’m the only one who's seen her like this. The only one she’s spreading her legs for. My gaze dips to her smooth pussy as I rub her clit with my thumb before I get off the bed, slipping my fingers out and tugging her down to the edge of the bed and rubbing my thumb between her slick folds. “Fuck, you look delicious…” I murmur before I go down on her, plunging my tongue into her core, her arousal makin
~ ENRIQUE ~ “This will hurt a little…” I say quietly. “I know…” she murmurs. “I can handle it.” “You can.” I know she can… “Look at me.” She opens her eyes, gazing into my eyes as I caress her ass and thigh. There’s something I feel for you, but there are things… emotions that should never be expressed… Closing the gap between us, I press my lips against hers as I squeeze into her, she tenses, and I almost cock a brow. “You do know my tip isn’t even fucking in?” “Oh, Goddess…” she whispers, looking into my eyes, her eyes wide. “Focus on this…” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers, kissing her slowly and sensually. She sighs against my lips as I slowly thrust further into her, she gasps but I cut it off, sucking on her lower lip as I kiss her again, stroking her tongue with my own. With each caress, each breath, I’m entering her little by little, stroking and kneading her ass. Fuck, she’s perfection. I throb hard, the pleasure making me bite back a groan as I thrust into
~ KATALEYA ~My eyes open and I look around the room that is flooded with warmth. I sit up slowly, groaning softly. My body is aching.It’s the kind of ache you get after an incredibly satisfying workout, the ache that Skyla said she loves. It shows your hard work bore fruit. But now I wonder if she meant it in other ways. Naughty Sky.Well, I do love this ache if it comes from this activity. I… spent the night intimately with Enrique…I blush, unable to stop myself from smiling. A smile that fades when I realise he isn’t here… that makes me feel uneasy. Is he- no, he can’t be doubting it, because last night he showed those emotions. Emotions that told me how he felt.Last night was perfect…I hug my knees and rest my right cheek on top of them as I gaze out of the window.He cares, I know that, but the fear that this is it, that he might just shut me out is sneaking in. It scares me.My wolf stirs inside of me, and I feel a flair of pain that isn’t mine. We are one and just as I love
~ KATALEYA ~ “You know?” I am unable to hide my shock. “Not much, but back when his father terrorised this place, I always felt that his title of The Crimson King had something more to it than simply a self-given name since the wolves of fire contained magic… magic that was not from the Djinn. I had my theories, but it was not relevant,” she replies. But she’s looking at the screen, a slight frown on her beautiful face. “Can you make anything of it?” I ask, looking down at the image once again. The tiny stark moon surrounded by darkness. The black shadows around the edge are beginning to claw across the page. Then the man who has tendrils of the darkness wrapped around him, curling around his arms and back, and right in the centre is the wolf with pink eyes, surrounded by pink cherry blossoms. There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white. “Tell me, Kataleya, what do you think this depicts?” s
~ ENRIQUE ~ We are coming. Those words continue to echo in my mind incessantly to the point that I now have a throbbing headache. They were the only thing that ruined an otherwise incredible night… Even if it was a night that shouldn’t have happened… They tore me out of that impossible dream, reminding me that reality awaited. I knew it, knew that if I gave in to the intense attraction that I felt for her, it would destroy far more than just my expectations. It was like tasting a forbidden fruit which now makes everything else I have seen and tasted feel like dirt in comparison… That itself is a curse that I am now inflicted with… I had left her shortly after that voice entered my mind, unable to sleep when my time was almost up to find the Ash Stone. I had headed downstairs and scoured the books, hoping for a clue. Anything to help me locate the Ash Stone. When morning had come, and I was falling asleep over the books, Hugh had entered and I had asked him to help me search f