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KAREENA. “Real smooth tiger,” I say, rolling my eyes, but no… tell me, what’s on your mind? You seem quiet today,” I ask. There’s something wrong. I see the way he looks down for a moment before he moves back and glances at the kitchen. “Want some coffee?” “Sure,” I say. We walk to the kitchen, and he motions to the table, telling me to sit down. I perch against it, watching him make the coffee. Iced for me. I love how he knows my pattern. After I have just eaten, I’d usually go for iced and late in the night it would be normal. “How did it go up north?” I ask, breaking the silence. He tenses and I frown. For a moment, the craziest thought enters my mind and I close my eyes, almost smiling at how ridiculous that thought was. Why did I suddenly think there was another woman like he was nervous because something happened on his work trip? He isn’t mine for me to even think that way. Sure, that hurts, but I don’t have any claim on him when all I’ve done is keep him at arm’s len
JAX. I unbuckle my belt, pulling it out as I roll it up in my hands before tossing it aside. Some other day, I’m going to tie her up… She sits up, disobeying me as she drops to her knees, looking up at me. “I want a taste…” she whispers, making me throb hard, and I decide to forgive her this time. Fuck, she’s fine. “But I never said you can stop touching yourself,” I whisper dangerously. “You can punish me later,” she replies sassily, as she unzips my pants. The smell of her arousal is fucking driving me nuts and the way she’s looking at me with those sultry lust-filled eyes makes me want to fuck her hard. “I think I can let it slide this time,” I reply huskily. The moment her hand touches my cock, pleasure shoots through me like a fucking jolt and it’s way fucking better than imagining her stroking me. Fuck, it’s been way too long… and it makes it all the more better that it’s her. She lets go, allowing herself to pull my pants down, and I watch her intently as she pushes
KAREENA. “Mm?” I ask, my eyes closed. We didn’t sleep, and morning has arrived, but even now, I don’t want to sleep… I’m exhausted, but at some point, we began talking… too exhausted to make love any longer, but neither of us wanted to sleep. For the first time, we were so open; it felt beautiful. This night was beautiful. Goddess, he smells so good. His arm is under my head as we lay naked on the rug on the floor. I feel so damn achy but even now his naked body against mine is messing with me but even more than that, I am content. “Favourite colour?” he murmurs, his fingers combing through my hair soothingly. “White and blue… yours?” “Possibly grey or black.” His lips graze down my shoulder and a soft sigh escapes me. “Your dream?” I ask, my eyes fluttering open and I gaze into his eyes. He’s looking directly at me. His gorgeous green eyes are crystal clear, and I reach up, brushing my fingers through his hair. “To live a life with my sexy mate, my friends who are my family
AZURA. The laughter rang in my ears but there is nothing merry about it, filled with malice and jeers. “Go on!” “Awe, what’s wrong, too much of a wimp?” “You’re meant to be the boss' woman, can't you do it? Too weak?” I freeze, standing between my boyfriend and his men. They are torturing someone who I don’t even recognise in his wolf form, but what else is new, this is the usual for them. I always tried to ignore his ways and stayed out of his business. Trying to focus on the good in him instead, but today, they expect me to join in with their sick games. I don’t want to do this, staring at the bloody mass on the ground, my stomach churns. This was not meant to happen. “Just pull the trigger.” His voice is devoid of emotions, his cold murky eyes meet mine as he holds the gun out to me. “I... I'm not so sure about this, this wasn’t what you told me.” I reply calmly, despite the way my stomach is twisting with nerves. “Not even for me, my little Pet?” He tilts his head, looking
The red and purple lights danced and flashed around me, highlighting the bodies of the exotic dancers on the stage. Strippers in expensive lingerie and perfume walked around serving drinks or looking for potential customers. The dark teal booths were half-full, some with just men and women enjoying the show, whilst others enjoy a lap dance. A few men in suits are being escorted away by dancers to the private rooms. Kingdom of Sin is a human strip club in the heart of one of the busiest cities in the country, a place quite far away from my home and the chance of running into someone I knew is unlikely. Not to mention I have used an X2 scent disguiser, a formula which would make me smell like a human to other werewolves. I didn’t want Judah finding me here. The fact he may have been on our Pack territory made my stomach twist, although I kept telling myself he had just guessed what I was wearing. I needed a break from my mind and those messages, the entire day I had been unable to
I move back, my heart thumping. He must have heard me; he must have smelt me. What do I do? Judah may be dangerous, but the man standing a few meters from me screams of power and danger of a far higher caliber. I need to get out of here before he sees me, but how do I do that? “We can continue this another day. Reschedule.” His deep velvety voice, that sends shivers of desire through me, came. I can’t lie that the voice is fucking hot. Come on Azura, breathe steadily and focus! “Ah, of course.” “Absolutely.” I didn’t dare move as I hear the rest recede, but my mate remains. The doors shut and I close my eyes in defeat, he’s still here. “Why don’t you step out from your hiding spot.” His voice came. I close my eyes, any dream I had that I would be able to escape from him, is gone. Slowly I stand up and turn, staring at the man before me. If I have thought he is the epitome of desire and dominance before, he is a thousand times hotter when I see him properly. His scent intoxi
AZURA. We had taken a back exit where a sleek black car had been waiting for us, I didn’t see the driver, my focus on the man before me. The moment we were in the car, he pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, welcoming the feeling of intoxication he brought. I didn’t need ten bottles of whiskey or several glasses of absinthe to forget everything, this worked… He pulled my jacket off me, and I helped, reaching behind and pulling it down from my wrists, tossing it to the ground. His eyes were on my breasts, his hand running down my arms. I locked them around his neck, tangling one hand through his delicious chocolate locks. Oh fuck, he was so handsome. Our lips met once more in a sinful kiss. I gyrated my hips against his crotch, his grip tightened on my waist, the other squeezing my ass. "Fuck." He growled, sucking on my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as rivers of pleasure rocked through me. His hand twisted in my hair as his lips trailed down my collarb
AZURA. Four weeks had passed since his rejection. That night had shaken me far more than anything Judah had ever done to me. I still remember grabbing my clothes before I stumbled out of the penthouse. I had nothing, not my phone, not my bike. I had managed to beg someone for a phone, and I had rang Liam as the rain began falling, washing away the scent of my so-called mate. But it couldn’t wash away what he did to me. My mark burned with agony, the healing slowing due to the rejection. When Liam had shown up, I had been silent. When he saw the state I was in, the anger in his eyes had made me succumb to tears. I had never seen him so enraged, and if I didn’t grab onto him and beg him that it was consensual, he was ready to kill. I had managed to tell him that my mate had marked and rejected me. If it was anyone else but Leo, I wouldn’t have cared, but I couldn’t tell anyone because it would ruin things. Alejandro would lose it and Marcel, Leo’s dad, would feel guilty over it. This i