I was just relieved to know the hit to her head didn’t result in more than a minor concussion. I’m still suppressing my rage and the desire to slowly and painfully kill Sakina for even touching Sarael. That she injured her had every protective instinct in me, in Irving on high.
Sarael is correct. I know that I can’t just kill Sakina, though. If she dies, the rest of their family will come looking. And while the idea of meeting your mate’s family is supposed to make you happy, I don’t want to meet her family. I don’t think I could be in the same room as any of them without feeling the urge to kill them.
To not linger on those dark feelings of hate and anger, I focused on Sarael. I prefer that any day. Especially when we are touching, and I feel the sparks of the bond. It soothes me. It helps Irving to even connect with h
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Walking into that room was probably the most uncomfortable I’ve felt in many years. It was a packed room with not only the ranked wolves but also the guards assigned to the ranked females. The only thing that made the situation feel less intimidating was the children in the room. The two little ones were very adorable.I gave my guard a once over. He’s not bad looking with his black hair and blue eyes. He’s not on the same level as John in the looks department, but that’s beside the point. I’m noticing a trend with the guards of the ranked females. They all have mates. Which I suppose makes sense. Ensure that the ranked male doesn’t get jealous of a male around their mate.And apparently, the guard I haven’t met is mated to Evan and Iver’s older sister. I suppose that will help make it easier to thank Iver f
For as calming as having her in my lap is, it's equally problematic. Between my natural physical reaction to her plump backside and that she's basically announced to everyone of importance in the pack that we aren’t actually a couple, I don’t know what’s more embarrassing. And to make it worse, she uses the face I’m still in the stages of wooing her as a reason I shouldn’t blame Alexander for Sakina finding my pack.I frowned as she wiggled out of my lap and declared that she would be returning home after checking on her sister. I don’t want her to go home. I want her to be here with me. I know Sakina is locked up, and therefore the immediate danger is gone, but I have this feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg.I sighed and stood up, placing a hand on the small of her back. “Is that a good idea?” Loga
I know that Alphas are supposed to be more aggressive and single-minded. In a sense, they feel they are correct, and everyone else is wrong. But Logan takes the cake. He takes all the annoying qualities I expect of an Alpha but more concentrated into his small body. And what’s more annoying, he’s a scruffy miniature version of John. That similarity in appearance to John makes it difficult to stay angry at the little twerp. At least Aurelia distracted him. Charles made a valid point about the dynamic of the mate bond. Or at least what I’ve witnessed so far being around this pack. Though it’s a two-way street. John’s just as good at distracting me from situations. That was strange, and maybe the book will explain how the mate bond affects species that aren’t werewolves. Because this is not normal.
Of everything she could have said, I did not expect her to say I would be staying. I always feel like it’s one step forward and two steps back with Sarael. I never know if I’m actually making progress with her. It’s rather dizzying. And as welcoming the thought of staying here with her is, I fear that it’s just a ploy. That she’ll eventually tell me to leave, and then she’ll be left unguarded. Irving, of course, doesn’t think rationally about any of this. All he heard was that our mate had invited us to stay with her. To stay the night with her. He’s a little over-excited at the idea of spending the night with her and what that might mean. I don’t know which of us wants to not be a virgin more, but I at least can think clearly to not get ahead of myself. For all I know, if she doesn’t send me away, she’ll have me sleep on the sofa or in her guest room. Irving
He can’t really mean it. He can’t genuinely say he loves me. We’ve only known each other for a short time, and in that time we’ve only spent a couple of days together. Hell, we’ve only been on one date. Sure, in that time, we’ve learned a lot about each other. He certainly knows more about my past than any boyfriend I’ve ever had. That includes my very first boyfriend back in Cairo when I was fourteen. And as much as I want to continue to argue, to give him all the reasons he shouldn’t and couldn’t love me, I can’t. This man, he’s from another time or planet. I don’t know. But no one talks the way he does. Or at least no one I’ve ever met does. All these sweet words have me feeling light-headed. Light-headed and horny as hell. I’ve already said it should be illegal for John to smile. Well, I’m adding to my list of illegal things. It should be illegal fo
We have officially gone well beyond any of my experience. I’d only kissed Lydia a few times when we were in our early teens before we shifted and knew we weren’t the other’s mate. There weren’t really any feelings or strong connections between us. She just happened to be there since her grandmother was mine and Logan’s nanny. So it was more about geographic convenience. And I suppose for her, the fact I was the Alpha heir played a factor in why she wanted to kiss me.Till Sarael, I could at least look back on those moments with Lydia with some fondness to fight off the loneliness being without my mate evoked. Lydia, of course, long ago moved on, joining a pack on the east coast with her mate. I was very happy for her and her mate. But now that I’ve found Sarael, those moments are just faded memories not worth replaying.Kissi
I didn’t entirely ignore Irving’s input, but I did sort of tune him out. It’s not like he’s done this before either, so not like he can offer any pro tips. I don’t need a side seat driver, so to speak, while trying to give my mate pleasure. All I can go on is instinct and the way her body reacts. Especially the latter, as I want to please her above all else.Flattening my tongue, I licked the length of her, stopping just short of her clit, then sucked gently at her labia. Teasing her over and over with this alternating pattern. I tried different speeds and levels of pressure, learning what she likes. Her hips thrust hard against me when I went faster, but she also moaned louder and dug her fingers into my hair when I applied more pressure.After a while of this, I switched it up to when I stopped just below her clit. I
HOLY SHIT! My first time was soooo not this good. Virgins are supposed to be clumsy, awkward, nervous, and generally unsure. And foreplay? HA, that was barely a thing least of all pleasant. My first time had actually turned me off to sex for at least a year. My second time was better, but the guy wasn’t a virgin. And even then, most guys I’ve been with are selfish and more worried about getting theirs than my pleasure.So what’s the difference with John? Does he just have good instincts because of Irving? I mean, I didn’t have to yell at him or sigh in frustration when he did whatever he liked when I wasn’t feeling it. I did direct him some tugging on his hair and shifting my hips, so he was touching where I needed him to. Maybe it’s the mate bond?I can dissect it later if I even bother. After all, as the saying goes,