☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ I did forget to count. I shouldn't have, I know. I should have kept a tally just to prove him wrong. But I couldn't. Not when he'd coaxed one orgasm after the other out of me and without stop. He'd unravelled me, left me bare, tattered to the last threads of my being. All my defences came crumbling down at our joining. For once, I was unguarded, unfortified before him, lying shieldless as he ruined me with each of his strokes, and when I'd thought it was all over, he'd resurrected me to repeat the act. Never have I experienced such blissful, rapturous ecstasy that swept me off my feet like a running river. We'd started out energetic, a chaotic coupling that spoke of the pent-up sexual frustrations we both had. I hadn't known I was so desperate for his touch until he was sweeping a line from the base of my waist to the centre of my chest, swirling between the mounds that patiently waited for him to lavish his attention on them. Other than that, I'd had no inkli

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ It pains me to part from her, but I'd be more a fool to sit in the range of her discerning gaze while crafting the lie I'm to unroll like a scroll before her jewelled eyes. I suppose it is not, in a precise sense, a lie, but it does not mirror the entire truth either. "What? Me?" She'd asked, as befuddled as a sweet rabbit. She's since sat there awaiting my reply, half-holding her breath for an explanation that will not come. "You should get dressed and prepare for the ball," I grunt, tossing my shirt and trousers on in a hail. She glares at me, a myriad of emotions splayed on her face, anger and confusion above most. I want to kiss all into vanishing, but I refrain from starting what would not benefit both of us if not finished. It is unfortunate there is no time for that. We've drawn out the hours of the day in bed in rapturous bliss found in each other. No more can be spared if we desire to make it to the ball, though I would go to Lyra first before at last

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ Yet, I heed that she speaks true, and we cannot afford to not see to our businesses by nightfall. “It’s your blame for being so prepossessing and wickedly alluring. Without trying, you entice me. You shall be the talk of the ball.” She pins me with a severe stare. “Should I be happy about that?” “Perhaps not. I will rip into any male that gazes at my wife for too long or dares to leer at her.” She toys with her ring absent-mindedly. “You’re rather bloodthirsty today, aren’t you?” “Indeed,” I pause to glare at her neck, long and graceful yet highly exposed. The ball was not thrown in favour of vampires, so I expect very few turnouts of the bloodsuckers. However, it wouldn’t be a first for the devilish creatures to sneak in, existing where no one wishes them. “Are you armed?” “Find out yourself.” “You love to make me work, Luna.” I lease a complaint that has no meaning, all to poke fun at her. “Fortunately, I am only too glad to oblige.” She lets out a peal

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ Jerald kicks into action at my summoning, materialising close in a wink. He steps back at the view before him. Rikal never permits others close to the point of touching him, not to talk less of letting hands caress him as if he were a pet. Yet, the Luna does all. "Alpha?" He calls by way of confirmation, and I nod in answer, distancing myself from her. "No! What's going on? Why did you move away?" Saskia objects, protesting at the lack of contact between her and my wolf upon the spawned divide. "Can't I just stay with him?" She asks innocently, even though she knows the answer to that. "I'm sorry, Luna. But we have to get moving, or we'll be late. Come on," Jerald coaxes, and I growl at his tone. Perhaps unbeknownst to him, it had been shaped as if he were conversing with one below him. He apologises first to me and to the Luna, explains further, "I am sorry for my tone, Luna. But please come with me. The Alpha's behest is that we leave soon." ["Tell her I wi

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "What the actual fuck?" I spit, and a woman passing by with her partner targets me with a disdainful glare. I return the favour with a slow up and down that would piss anyone off. She's no exception as annoyance reddens her face to match the berry red hair flawlessly teased and executed on her head. Maybe I shouldn't have sworn crudely in this cultured of a place where poise and grace are expected of its visitors, but as Wade would say, anyone who's offended can kiss my royal ass. "What is this? The 1800s?” I growl angrily, no chips off my slab of rile. It's as intense as before, and I'm even more irritated currently. Thanks to the woman who felt it was necessary to be nosy and shoot daggers at me with her eyes. "But really, what's this discrimination about? Why are those without ranks treated differently from those who do? Posts literally mean nothing. Everyone's equal at the end of the day. When we die, we all rot and decay. So what's the big deal? Someone