The pair separated immediately, watching each other with flushed cheeks and confused expressions. Belle inwardly scolded herself for getting herself in this situation again, it was exactly why she had been avoiding him like the plague for the last few days. It infuriated her that her mind and body were on such different pages, but her body certainly had a mind of its own whenever he was in close proximity. What the hell is that? Layke pressed his lips together, he was convinced more than ever that this little she-devil in front of him had somehow got a spell on him. How could he go from scolding her to wanting her wrapped around him in seconds? He couldn’t get his head around it, around how she had such an effect on him. It was beyond an infatuation, the spitfire had a hold on him and he couldn’t get out of it. The confusion infuriated him. It infuriated her. For two people who supposedly wanted nothing to do with the other, they sure couldn’t keep away from each other and that fact
Belle groaned, noticing the smug ‘I win’ on Layke’s face as she joined the others who were waiting with the SUVs. Not only could she not avoid Layke for the next couple of days, but he had also decided to appoint Belle her own enforcers who were now following her around like lost little pups. Like it wasn’t bad enough Layke treating her like she was fragile, now she had another two egotistical men watching her every move. “Have you noticed my surveillance team?” Belle muttered, descending the stairs. Layke smiled. “I noticed. I approve.” She grumbled in response. “I’ll bet you do.” Layke shrugged unrepentantly. “I like knowing you’re safe.” “And yet you haven’t thrown out Lucifer’s spawn.” Belle shot Sierra a glare, observing how the blonde stared daggers back at her. Belle grinned, if looks could kill – she would be dead. Chuckling, Layke shrugged again. “I know she was difficult in the past, but she’s a good warrior.” Ignoring Layke’s comment, Belle joined her friends by one
Belle and Layke had barely spared a word to one another this morning, last nights interaction still weighing heavy on their minds. Belle had been surprised by what Layke had said, she knew he was a strong alpha male but she hadn’t expected him to consider himself up to the challenge of fighting for her submission. When he promised to battle it out, Nia had gone stir crazy in her mind, desperately trying to push forward. She couldn’t deny the fact that she was happy to hear this, although she wasn’t sure why exactly. But the thought of Layke withstanding her disobedience to mate, despite the fight she would put up and the challenge it would be for him, and proving himself worthy of her submitting, it had ignited something within her. Something deep within that was desperate to get out. However, she wasn’t sure he really appreciated what he was getting himself in to. His previous conquests were submissive, obedient women who did as he instructed in order to please him. Trying to get a
Silence had filled the air as Layke and Belle returned to the rest of the group. Considering her clothes had been torn when she shifted into Nia, Laykle had given Belle his t-shirt to wear as they told everyone what they had found. Although it only covered her slightly, he bare legs were still on display for all his male enforcers to see and it made him want to peel their eyes out so they couldn’t look at her. Standing in a protective stance in front of her, causing Belle to roll her eyes, Layke provided directions of the hut to Beau before giving out orders. “It was empty when we found it, it seems like whoever lived there is long gone, but do proceed with caution. I don’t want you getting caught off guard.” “Take Immi with you,” Belle added. “Whoever lived there was a witch, not a faerie. She had left her spell books lying around, although I couldn’t understand the latin to see what spells she was casting. Immi, take a look and see if you can work out what she was up too.” Immi n
“I’m surprised he didn’t lock you in your room,” Sutton giggled, taking a sip of her martini. “I thought you were going to give the poor guy an aneurysm.” Belle couldn’t help but laugh, Sutton wasn’t wrong. When Layke realised her plans for the evening, she thought he was going to have a heart attack right there in her bedroom, which would have been a massive shame considering they still had so much between them to explore. She’d been trying to get dressed and Layke had been badgering on about how they didn’t need to leave to have a drink, they could have one at home. This was after she banned him and the men from coming with them. After all, it was girls night. When that reasoning didn’t work, every time she zipped up her dress, he consistently yanked the zipper back down so she couldn’t carry on getting ready. When she threatened to go out naked if he continued making it difficult to get dressed, she thought his head was going to explode. Finally, she agreed to let him send severa
Belle had been asleep for the entire journey home, resting in Layke’s arms as he held her in the backseat. When they had gotten back to Midsummer, Layke informed Joe that Belle would catch up with him in the morning before he carried her to her room. Feeling exhausted himself, Layke gently laid Belle down on her bed before laying besides her. He admired her beauty as she slept, enjoying the innocence she portrayed when she was sleeping and couldn’t open her mouth to snap at him with some of her witty attitude. Layke couldn’t help but feel smug as he watched her, completely passed out from him pleasuring her over and over. She’d been so high off pleasure she hadn’t even been able to talk back to him with that defiant mouth of hers. If he had known that was all it took for her to be so obedient, he would have done it much sooner. He pulled her closer to him, her peachy scent helping him relax. He was feeling pretty damn good, pleasuring Belle had been enough from him. She had tasted s
Belle let out a soft sigh, enjoying the warmth of Layke’s body wrapped around her as she laid in her bed. Despite her head banging and her new sensitivity to light thanks to her new friend, Mr Evil Hangover, Belle found herself genuinely content in this moment as Layke’s sweet woody scent invaded her senses. If this was any other day, she’d be overanalysing why she was enjoying this so much. But this morning, in her fragile state, she decided to just be happy in this moment as her heart was momentarily allowed what it wanted. Sensing she’d woken, Layke pulled her closer against him, brushing soft kisses against the back of her neck. Belle wiggled against him, getting herself as close to him as possible. She smirked when she felt his hard member pushed up against her back, heat building in her core from just the thought. Layke’s fingers gently trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Good morning,” he whispered gruffly into her ear, softly nibbling on her earlobe. Belle
Layke had spent the next few hours pleasuring Belle until she had basically forgotten her own name. Whilst his over possessive tendencies were rather annoying, if this was the outcome of those tendencies then Belle didn’t mind the result. It had driven Layke crazy when Prince Henrie declared her as his mate, he was ready to kill the fucker for even thinking the thought. All he could think about from that moment was locking Belle in her room and reminding her exactly who she belonged too. And he did, over and over again until that pretty little mouth had lost its voice. Of course, she’d put up a good struggle in admitting she was his, calling him every name under the sun when he teased her, keeping her hanging on the edge until she finally accepted she was his, and his only. Layke wouldn’t be surprised if the help had thought he’d been hurting her with the way she called him a “mother fucking, cock-sucking, son of a bitch.” Layke couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory. Things were