Kane's POVI drop Willow on the bed and kneel between her legs. Fluttering kisses over her leg, I work my way up, driving myself to the brink of insanity. I push her dress up and out of the way, eager to explore every secret she has to offer. Impatient, I wrap my hand around her panties and tear them off, before plunging my fingers into her wet warmth.She inhales sharply at the sudden intrusion, but she grabs my hand and urges me on, moaning softly, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusting fingers. I hook my arms under her knees and lift her up to meet my mouth, wrapping my lips around her clit, lapping up the sweet juices that flood my mouth, losing myself in everything that makes her a woman. Makes her my mate.Growling softly, I let her go and crawl upwards, engulfing her lips, forcing them apart with my tongue. “Kane?” Glenn asks in my head.No, Goddess. Fuck off. Not now. I ignore him.Willow reaches down and unbu
Halfway up the endless stairs, I hear a wolf howl, and stop to listen. I’m tired anyway and need a break. These wolves have no idea how difficult it is to keep up with them, and I have to run full-out just to match their version of a leisurely stroll. Glenn stops and turns to look at me. “What?” “The wolf,” I say through gasps of air. “Yes, that’s Dario…Kane’s wolf.” “He sounds pissed.” “He’s not…that’s a cry of pain.” My heart clenches. “He’s hurt?” “Not physical pain, little miss…come on, it’s getting late.” “Okay,” I say, and despite the fact that I can barely feel my legs, start climbing the steps again. “Are you taking me to the tower?” I joke. Glenn looks over his shoulder and smiles at me, but says nothing. After what feels like several hours of climbing the seemingly endless spiral staircase, we finally reach the top, and the werewolf hands me a flashlight. This part of the castle is clearly uninhabited. It’s dusty, and cobwebs cling to everything, hanging like chandel
I spent the first two days cleaning the place and making it somewhat liveable, removing the dust covers from the furniture and scrubbing the floors and walls. I wish I could use some magic to keep it clean, but every morning Glenn reminds me that I can’t. After my somewhat frenzied cleaning spree, I started spending all my time in the library. I’m not sure these were concubine quarters. The more books I pull from the shelves, the more I come to think that witches used to live up here. All the books are related to magic or the history of magic. Some of the books are written in languages I’ve never even seen before, and others are so old that I’m too afraid to touch them. I’m used to my own company, so I don’t mind the countless hours by myself, but the perpetual darkness is wearing me down. By the end of the sixth day, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and I miss Kane more and more every day. “Good morning, little miss,” Glenn says and puts the heavy drum of water next to the wash
Kane's POV: I hadn’t seen Willow since that night I almost took her. Glenn and I agreed it was better that way, but the longing for her just became more intense, driving me half out of my mind. I could barely function, and my father started to notice. Everyone did, even my mother. Soon, they’ll start asking questions. I was halfway through supper when Glenn frantically mind linked me. “Something’s wrong with Willow. I don’t know what to do.” My stomach clenched. “What do you mean something’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I asked. “She’s sick or something.” Werewolves rarely get sick. We’re not susceptible to human diseases and I wasn’t surprised that Glenn had no idea how to handle it. “I’ll be right there.” I ran up the stairs to the tower where we put Willow. It was a bad idea to move her in here. It’s okay for a wolf maybe, but not a human. It’s cold, drafty, and damp. By the time I got there, she was hallucinating, and Glenn had practically chewed off all his nails. While I took her
Kane's POV It’s almost dawn by the time I get back to the castle. The sky is a riot of colours, red, deep orange, and purple blending in the horizon, bathing the world in an ominous crimson hue. I don’t hold much by superstition, but the old wolves believe that a blood sky is a bad omen. Honestly, they may be on to something. I’ve been feeling uneasy since I left the cabin. But then, it’s probably just because I marked Willow. I should be ecstatic right now. I should be singing with joy, my heart running over with love, but I lost control and went about it the wrong way. I gave in to my wolf and my baser instincts. I’m not the first wolf that lost control like that, and I won’t be the last, but I’m a Lycan. I should have more discipline. I would have stayed with Willow, but my family’s expecting me for breakfast. There will be too many questions if I just disappear without telling them. Sighing, I park the SUV in the garage and take the stair
I wake up in a new place. Again. This time I’m not confused. I know exactly where I am and what happened. I also remember the intense pain that gripped me before I lost consciousness. I push the blankets off me, sit upright, and look around the bright room. Well, at least I’m in a nice place this time and on a decent bed for once. I still feel sick, but not as bad as I did.… When? Last night? Two nights ago? I have no idea what day it is. The door swings open, and I get ready to lay into Kane, but a petite blonde with bright blue eyes walks into the room instead. “Good afternoon.” She gives me a dazzling smile. “You’re finally awake.” Her sudden appearance confuses the hell out of me and all the fight leaves me. “What day is it?” “Saturday. You weren’t out that long.” “I have no idea…when did I pass out?” “Last night--” she comes over to the bed and pours a glass of water -- “I’m Charmaine. Glenn’s mate.” I take the water from her and down it in one go. “I thought no one…Glenn t
The sound of a car door slamming shut wakes me. I tense. My muscles coiling like a too-tight spring. Sticking my head out under the covers, I can hear soft footsteps approaching the cabin. I didn’t lock the front door. Did I? I can’t remember. But I do remember locking the bedroom door. The front door opens and closes. I get out of bed and stand facing the door, my legs apart and arms outstretched, ready to launch my magic at whoever is on the other side. I don’t even care about the consequences. “Willow,” my father whispers in my head. “Are you asleep, girl? Wake up!” I’m dizzy with fear, but I won’t let him win. Not this time. I’ll fight to the death if need be. The knob turns and the door rattles in the frame. “Willow. Open up.” Kane says on the other side. Letting out a slow breath, I walk to the door on shaky legs, turning the key and standing back so Kane can get in. “What’s wrong?” he asks, looking around the room. I take one look at him, the misery written all over his face
Kane's POV: The day passed in a haze. I wanted to confront my father, but Glenn wouldn’t let me get past him. “You are not thinking clearly, and you have no proof.” “You know he did it!” “Yes, but we can’t just go accusing him…we’ll build a case against him, be patient.” I paced up and down my apartment, sweat dripping from my body. I never thought I’d be this upset about Shay dying. I always thought it would be a relief, but I was broken up in ways I couldn’t explain. “It’s the loss of the bond,” Glenn said. He sat on the couch, watching me with weary eyes, getting ready to jump in if he needed to. “We barely had a bond.” “But you had it all the same, even if it wasn’t as deep as a true mate bond.” “Richard is going to blame me for this, and rightly so. I should just have abjured her.” “You couldn’t have known your father would go that far to get what he wants.” I stopped pacing and stared at my chancellor. “I should have. He’s done much worse in the past.” After that, thin