The hardness of his broad back is comfortable and warm compared to the cool of the evening. I should have skipped the helmet; the feeling of the wind in my hair is what I want, but either way, this is close. My eyes fly to the lights in the shops, at their dazzling brightness. I thought this would be scary, but it's not; even the sound of the motorbike's engine as we weave through traffic seems to want to put me to sleep with its repetitive yet smooth hum. Everything feels more vivid than it does when travelling by car, like I am not watching life pass me by, but rather, I am at its helm. The urge to scream, or is it to howl(?), finds my lungs, so I try and loosen my hold against his abs, ready to lift my arms and scream, only he grabs them with one hand and presses them against his stomach. "Don't let go." He yells against the rushing wind. I want to grumble but he is the expert here. “Okay!” I yell in response then rest my head on his comfy warm back, letting my eyes seal to

Adrian M. Knox“What the hell do you think you are doing walking around at this hour?”His question was laden with more irritation geared towards Elaine than concern for the first time in his life, perhaps a combination of guilt and shame from having been found intimate with Ruby by the one person he wanted to convince of their contractual relationship.“Me? I am not the one doing something absurd. You were kissing her, Muaas! You were kissing a ‘Clive’!”Elaine's disappointment did not jar him as much as he thought it would, that he wanted to run after Ruby; however, did.That kiss…"She is my wife. I do not have to justify that to you. Get on.""Your wife or not, she is a ‘Clive’. Have you forgotten what her father did to mine? Did to our town? Did to you? How could you betray us, all of us, you included, like this."“She is my wife; I do not have to explain myself to a child.”Her fury turned to a pained surprise in less than a second.Fuck.“A child?”His sigh came off more natura

When I neither move nor break from his hold, he raises his hands on my frame and pulls my shirt off slowly.“Bra, take it off.”My hands leave his body to work on the straps on my back. My breasts fall free the instant I unclip them, and while it feels like a relief, the stiff peaks ache at his instant stroke of them before I can even place the material aside.My thighs tighten on his; there is a plus to him teasing me when my folds rest above his. The only downside is we are both in jeans, both in hardy wear suitable for the farm, so despite the sharp delight that rocks through me as his calloused hands stroke my soft, stiff and sensitive nipples, no matter how much I grind into him to tease him in the same manner, it is not enough—he knows it, and I know it.Sharing a room with him, I admit, scared me—what would I do If his scent caused us to lose ourselves or, worse, caused me to confess something because of the security he inspires, regardless of how much of a mirage it is?But in

The journey back to the capital was exhausting and silent. Sex was but a band-aid. Despite how we behave in ecstasy, he still came to me smelling of roses, and I still refuse to cater, host or be a part of a ‘child’s’ birthday.I still wanted to leave early, so we left on the same night. He could have stayed if he wanted, but I needed to leave— he came to me smelling of roses. I cannot get over that, especially when he denies me another.Either way, the birthday is in three weeks, the double date next weekend, and there I shall ask for my Luna project and leave the two mates together a little earlier than the planned six months, but I cannot help how things turn out.When the car makes a turn to the estate, a yawn escapes me.At least I have my room here, and there is soundproofing.The blushes and curious gazes that met mine after the Alpha and I left our room were…interesting.Christ, did they hear our arguments then?A familiar face and uniform brush past my window, so I lean to st

No... No... God, no. The beat of my heart feels so painful that its loudness echoes in my ear; any second now, I will have a heart attack and be saved from this situation. Any…second now. Oh God... This is the worst! The sting on my thighs from the whip does not hurt as much as the mortification I feel. The look on his face as he examines my thighs, as he takes in the room and takes in Mother and the assortment of crops and whips by her side as if they were a BDSM collection, makes me want to disappear. Didn’t Mother lock the door? She always locks the door. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “How long?” ‘How long’? What is that question supposed to mean? How long would I keep him waiting? —Not that long, it's just been five minutes, okay, perhaps a bit more than five minutes, but- is that really his question? My gaze turns to the floor; the door’s lock mechanism lays shattered as if he opened the door in rage. Huh…if he is that upset, then his question might lie in the sa