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
Belle wandered through the tunnels of the cave, when she hoped to return here she hadn’t expected it would be merely a week later. Nia was pacing within her, anxious to get on with it, desperate to see if Layke could live up to his word when he promised his dominance. Belle, on the other hand, was sceptical still. Layke dropped their bags in the living room with a loud thud as his phone began to ring. Belle turned to face him with a smirk, “need to get that, Charming?” She was challenging him and he knew it, he quirked his brow at her. She had no idea how wrong about him she was. He could also sense how hard her wolf was riding her to have him, but Belle had promised him a struggle. He glanced at his phone, he really didn’t want to answer right now but when his saw his father’s name on the caller ID, he figured he better. He glanced at Belle expectantly before nodding towards the tunnel which led to their bedroom. “I’ll be following you in there in 10 minutes. We’ll let the struggli
“How does it feel to have a female who won’t bow down to you?” Beau’s grin was roguish. It had been a week since Layke and Belle had returned from the cave and we’re officially marked. Of course, wearing Layke’s mark didn’t make Belle any less of a pain in his ass. Layke returned the grin, sipping on his coffee. “It makes life interesting.” Very interesting. Layke had noticed, over the last few days, his need to be affectionate with Belle had dramatically increased. He couldn’t walk past her without nipping her lip or pulling her body against his, he was completely infatuated and it was driving him crazy, though he put it down to the fact that they had now mated. “How are those marks healing, Belle?” Rai grinned at the feisty Queen, who shot daggers in return. It was still morning and Belle hadn’t defrosted yet. “And I thought I looked badly marked up on my claiming night,” said Isla with a soft laugh, as she swooped in to sit on Rai’s knee. Layke shrugged, sinking back into his