Cyn. It was going to be a really long night. I had tossed and turned a million times and it was still nine. I couldn’t sleep. It was comfortable in the tent; the night air of the desert was cool. I could hear thick drops of rain hitting the canvas roof, beating on it mercilessly. I knew that sudden downpours, along with flash flooding, were common in this region.But it wasn’t fear that kept me awake.No. I was so hot inside. Burning. Emotions were at war with desire, a desire that was growing quickly into a need as powerful as my need for food. Water. Breath.I didn’t know what it was I felt for Paul. I wasn’t certain I wanted to know. It was nothing I had planned. I had wanted to get to know myself better. To find out if I liked blue because I liked it, or because my father had told me it flattered my colouring. I had found a lot more than that, and with it smit had started a battle inside myself.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, padding out into the living area
PaulI let her play with my chest, my scars for a while longer, unable to stop her. I didn't want to stop her, I wanted her to continue, I wanted this feeling to last forever. But I also knew I could not let this happen, if I let it happen I would never be able to stop myself. I wanted her, I craved her, I even had dreams about her. But she was forbidden, the one woman I was not supposed to touch. I stiffened, pulling away from her hot touch. My heart was hammering in my chest, my muscles so tight they ached. My whole body ached for her, for her to flatten her palm against my skin, to continue her exploration into more intimate territory. I should stop her. Should have stopped her the moment she placed her hand on me. Yet i had been held a captive of what she was doing to me, of what she made me feel.It had started out as an innocent, comforting gesture. Because Cyn was an innocent woman, A woman i had no business touching.Some of the fractured light from the overhead lanterns da
CynI gasped as Paul tightened his hold on me, pulling me onto his lap, bringing me into contact with the hardened length of his erection the evidence i needed to know that he desired meas I desired him.Excitement, fear and need slammed into me. My entire body was shaking with it. Then he leaned in, taking my mouth with a ferocity i hadn’t expected, his lips firm, insistent, his tongue hot as it slid between my lips. I moaned, all the fear deserting me. This was Paul. The man i desired above all else.I could have lived my entire life without having my picture taken in front of the Eiffel Tower. I would have been fine if I had never been to a cinema. But this … i could not have lived never knowing what it was to make love with Paul.I pushed his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.The sight of him in the flickering lantern light was enough to push my arousal to unbearable heights. I moved my hands over his shoulders, across his back, loving the play of muscles be
Cyn. Of all the things life had thrown at me, this by far was the worst. Most girls looked forward to the day they would get their wolf and find their mate. But finding my mate was not high in the list of things that I wanted to do in life. I watched as he signed the papers, he never once looked in my direction. It was like he was doing everything he possibly could not to look at me. His father, Alpha Cole was sitting next to him. I had never met him in person but the rumours preceded him. He was one of the most feared and well respected alpha around the globe. He was known for his strict rules and no mercy policies. No one dared cross him and if they did, they never lived long enough to tell about it. My father whispered something to him, it was funny. The one man that was obligated to protect me, was the one selling me out. I was the sacrificial lamb, he used me to save himself and our pack. My father was a huge gambler and alcoholic. He wasn't always like that though
Cyn. I looked around the surroundings, even the air around here smelt different and fresh. It was like the rich lived in their own different little world. I had no idea, what to expect. It had been three years since we saw each other. Three years of loneliness and solitude. He never came visit me, not even once. He never called either, one day I asked one of the matrons for his number, I wanted to call him, ask him how he was doing. But instead i just stared at the number until I fell asleep. It was difficult at first, but as time went by I got used to it. "How far out are we?" I asked Paul, the driver who was driving me from the airport. Ace didn't even make the time to come pick me up from the airport, but he was a busy man. What did I really expect? That he would stop what he was doing just to come get me? I have never been that type of girl. The girl anyone makes time for I mean. The nerves were certainly kicking in and my whole body was sweating profusely from parts I d
Cyn. "Good morning Cyn." Alba said from the door smiling. I loved her, she reminded me so much of my mother. "Good morning Alba," I said smiling back. " I have never slept so comfortably in my life." i said excitedly as I got off bed and walked over to draw the curtains of my window. "It's such a beautiful morning Alba, I think I might go for a swim." "Oooh no," Alba said stopping me "Whats wrong?" I asked confused. "You can't go swimming today." "But why not Alba, it's a beautiful day." "Because you have a gala to attend with Mr Cole. He is going to introduce you to the world as his wife." "Oooh." i said with lack of a better word. "So let's get you to look like a princess, shall we?" Alba said smiling as she took my arm. After spending over four hours this morning getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mi
Cyn. The gala was hardly the intimate affair had imagined it would be. When he said he wanted to introduce me to the world, I thought it was going to be an intimate thing.. There were at least two hundred of Manhattan’s most elite social movers in attendance, and it made it hard for me not to be grateful for the dress I had chosen. If Ace hadn't bought me the shoes and dress, I would be definitely dressed for the wrong event. The dress was too short and too tight for my taste, especially with the almost no back, and with everyone's attention on me, but judging by the similarly bedecked Barbie dolls that were hanging on their date’s arms the look was par for the course.Ace gave the stunning, reed slim hostess a kiss on both cheeks before putting his hand on my back and heatwaves shocked my whole system as he introduced me“This is my wife Cyn, Cyn, this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of all the House charity.”“Nice to meet you.” i shook the other woman’s perfectly manic
Cyn.I tried to quiet the pounding of my pulse. I looked at the couples on the dance floor, their bodies entwined as they moved in a rhythm that seemed far too…sexual to simply call it dancing.Ace trained his bright white smile on me, but this smile was different than any other he had given me before. It was almost predatory. He extended his hand.“Dance with me.”Not a question, a command. And for some reason a thrill ran through me rather than the anger that I had expected, needed. Something about him was breaching my defenses, softening me to him. He was surprising me. He wasn’t just a shallow playboy, and I had been much more comfortable with him when si had been able to just write him off as such.I accepted his offered hand, hoping he didn’t notice that my own was damp with perspiration, and allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor. Not smart. My practical inner voice was all but screaming at me not to do it, I had two left feet.Necessary, i countered, ignoring the churning