Corvin’s POV
‘Close your mouth, man. You're making a fool of us.’ Remus complained. But Corvin could feel the wolf’s arousal on top of his own and knew he understood. She was breathtaking.
He had expected her to wear a pair of his sweats and sit in comfortable oversized clothing all night. But she had chosen a bathrobe that did not obscure her sexy figure at all. The bathrobe exposed more of her caressable soft skin than he had previously seen, and it was so provocative and inviting that he had to fight the urge to touch her.
Luminous water drops sparkled boldly on her creamy skin. He wondered what she wore under the bathrobe, but that question would lead down a path he wasn’t prepared to go yet. He turned to the food in an attempt to get a grip on himself.
Uh oh... what would a wolf do alone all night with his precious young bride? Does he even know?
Elle’s POV After Scout left, Corvin shut the door behind him and then fell back on it before he looked her over. He looked relieved. For the first time since dinner started, she didn’t feel like a piece of meat on his dinner plate. His grey eyes still appraised her appreciatively. The hungry looks he was giving her brought pleasurable gooseflesh to her entire body and eager anticipation within. He moved from the door. Instead of sitting next to her again, Corvin sat on the edge of a chair. He looked poised to strike at any moment. The question enchanted Elle- how far would they make it this time if he did make moves on her? “Come. It is getting late, and you are tired.” He said, standing quickly. He felt indecisive and cagey.
Elle’s POV Elle did not sleep well that night despite how tired she was. Corvin’s behavior and excuses kept her up all night. None of it made sense, and the more she tried to make sense of it, the more upset she got. After Corvin left her room, she cried for a while. Then got up to stare out the window at the night sky. It wasn’t as bright or beautiful as it had been last night. But she could still see far beyond the castle wall, where the deer roamed in the woods. She tossed and turned when she laid down, but sleep would not come. Several times, she considered going into the next room and demanding answers from him. No one would be allowed to leave until she
Elle’s POV Tara was waiting for them at the entrance to the mall. She and Arya eyed each other like wild cats, unsure how dangerous the other truly was. Elle wrapped her arms around Tara. After a short introduction, Elle turned to look at the mall. In the past, Elle and Tara had come here so many times before. There were so many good memories. But she never had this type of spending budget before, and as exciting as it was, it also intimidated her. What did she need anyway? Tara laughed and grabbed her hand. “I hear they finally put in that hot topic!” Tara told her. Elle laughed and decided to follow her friends’ leads
Sunday Corvin’s POV- Corvin was in his office when the ladies came bursting through the door of his apartment, chatting and giggling. He had left the office door cracked, but now he shut and locked it. He was on the phone with the bloody council, and, unfortunately, they were hounding him to speak to Elle. He could barely tell Elle about their reality, never mind subject her to the council. The council is a group of bloodthirsty wolves who are hundreds of years old and think they know better than anyone else. With that age came a certain skepticism and an ability to manipulate others. The first stole their happiness. The second filled them with sadistic ple
Sunday Elle’s POV Arya noticed the tension and the lack of glances in his direction because she said, “Everything alright?” Elle smiled tightly at Arya. “Yes. Everything is alright. Thank you for taking me out today.” Arya nodded and glanced between the two of them as if she felt trapped. Elle put her arm around Arya to keep her from leaving, but Corvin looked like he was getting annoyed. Good for him! Corvin had seriously hurt her last night. A simple shopping trip with unlimited funds would not make up
SuNDAY Elle’s POV The hairbrush was the one thing that Elle picked for herself. It had a gold handle and pearls along the backside. It was beautiful with white bristles that were just the right amount of resistance to brush her hair. Arya sat Elle down and started brushing. It felt good to have her hair done, although Arya sometimes pulled. She enjoyed the one-on-one attention she got when her friends dressed her. But this felt cheap for some reason, fake. Arya explained the few customs that she would be expected to observe during dinner. Most of it Elle would have done anyway because they were good manners. Arya pulled Elle’s hair back in a si
Sunday Elle’s POV She watched Corvin approach with appreciative eyes. His movements were sleek and well-practiced as he stepped to her side. His smile was wary. Suddenly, she realized that everyone was silently ogling him. Were they having trouble breathing as they watched him, too? But they also stared at her. She felt like royalty in the movies or celebrities after getting out of their cars on the red carpet. It was hard to stick to her anger. When she took his arm, he proceeded to the end of the long table. At the head of the table were two places. He sat her down on the left before sitting at the other. Elle looked at each of the people around t
Sunday Elle’s POV Elle barely tasted her food despite knowing the unimaginable talent behind tonight’s dinner. Every smile reminded her of the secrets Corvin had been keeping. Even if she had the proof that he had not been lying earlier, there were other secrets here. It was time she knew exactly what was going on. Yet, her skin tingled in anticipation as her impatient mind kept returning to the gratifying idea that this might be really real. Elle was actually going to meet a real-life werewolf. The powerful, primal animal inside of her already sexy husband. The idea filled her with eager anticipation and heightened the intimate sensitivity between her legs. She could feel the soft fabric of her panties pressin