We aren't done yet. I wanted to cry, not out of pain or anything but out of exhaustion. I knew I was done. When Martin released my hands, I turned on my back and looked into his eyes while I was still hanging somewhere in the galaxy, recovering from the pleasure. He leaned over me and bought his fingers to my lips, trailing my juices across my face. "Clean your mess." I wrapped my hand around and wrist and replied, "Gladly." I moved up and licked his fingers before lightly sucking on them all while Martin watched me with lust in his eyes. I drew his fingers out of my mouth when there was nothing left of them, nothing from my release. He moved between my legs and settled his cock at my swollen entrance. Pleasure returned to my stomach as his cock slid between my folds, lapping my juices across it's length while my hips moved towards him slowly. I bit down my bottom lip and skimmed my hands across my body before letting out a soft moan of desire. Heat collected around my pussy as
Did he not hear me? I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and then clicked it in the silence. He stared at me like it was the most absurd thing I had ever said in my life. Couldn't he see it? It didn't take me long to realize that his stamina was down the drain after the honeymoon phase came to an end. "You know what I'm talking about. Maybe we should consider a sex therapist or something." I said, slowly, not wanting to be rude but it did come out as rude, definitely. I didn't know how else to put this out. "Do you know who you're talking too?" Oh no. Here came the man of the day. "Martin-I don't want to want to hurt your ego-" He didn't give me a chance to complete before taking my hand off his chest and holding my wrist. "Don't even." "Martin." My lips turned into a pout when I found him mad. I really didn't want to hurt him but rather just inform him that he wasn't doing good in bed. It wasn't a big deal, maybe but I still wanted to know the reason behind the
"Where are you taking me?" Martin asked, raising his hands to touch his blindfold. I reached out and slapped them down before returning my attention to the road. "It's a surprise. Don't ruin it!" I shouted. "What is it?" He was so eager to know about it.I had planned out an entire night out, away from the packhouse, all the meetings and Willy-he needed to separated from him for at least a night. That man was inside Martin’s pants more than I was. I never knew I would become jealous of a man, a man, who took away my man's time and strength for the most of the day, leaving him wretched at nights. Like get out, Willy. "It's a hairy bitch, happy? Shut up for a second and let me drive, we will be there in ten if you don't try to peek." I said, giving my shoulders a little shake and driving faster on the bricked, shaky roads that led to the mountains nearby. It was an hour drive to Peace’s little house at the mountains where he used to stay at when he got fed up of our parents. We ran
"You drive me crazy, mi amor." The man on the Spanish telenovela said to the woman five seconds before he slashed her throat with a blade and ended her life. After seeing all the fake, gummy blood oozing out, I pressed on the remote and switched off the TV. Peace walked in from the corner and saw me frustrated and shaking with anger. "Someone's not having a good morning." He hopped down beside me with a bundle of papers in his hand. "Don't even get me started." I rolled my eyes and took a couple of papers from him. "Are these all the names?" "Yes, all of them-2940 wolves under your ruling, all settled in Queens. Isreal should return in a week or so from his backpacking and killing trip. I just got off call with him, he asked to prepare the lawyers and the papers."Peace explained. I scurried through the names. They were so many wolves, all those had been turned into rogues as their Alphas were killed. There wasn't much description on the papers, just their name, residence, age, fam
Clara’s POVMy sight was upon the wavering trees moving with the wind beyond the glass windows of my bedroom.My cheeks pressed deeper against my hands and I took the freshest air the life could ever offer. I usually spent my mornings staring at the beauty of nature for a few minutes and appreciating it as long as I could.When I heard the door creak behind, I spun around over the mattress and found Martin walking in, suspicion in his face."Where were you?" I asked, raising a brow. It wasn't usual of him to be gone anywhere, especially at mornings. He despised waking up early but today was different, he was awake, and looked like he had done something. "Did you go for a run?"Martin sat on the bed beside me and wrapped his hand around my thigh, "No, I was just getting some work done."I got up straight and went in for a kiss. Our lips warmed against each other. I swept my fingers across his jaw and little stubby beard he had started growing. A sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth as his
Martin’s POVA couple months laterI was here again, at the redwood family tomb where the Aries Brother's had been buried, their fates sealed forever. I was finally able to get the key from Clara, she was persistent, a woman I had contacted with after centuries of living alone with the Brother's. It was hard, blending in with the real world, the twentieth century but it wasn't like it was the first time I had done this.Last time, it was someone among the royals, in the eighteenth century. It was much more easier then but I came around, settling in this world, in this body, in Martin.The northern sun bought a ray of sunshine above me, the heat tore through the heavy clouds and casted on the grounds nearby the family tomb. At my command, Willy stopped the car a distance away from the tomb and I walked out."Don't follow me." I said, pushing my hands inside the pocket and getting a good view of the tomb that was going to be opened by me. After months of trying hard, I finally came arou