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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRUZ’S POV. My fist clenched into that of anger as I listened to her with rapt attention. My blood was boiling hot. I was so pissed that Wolves whom should have had her back had betrayed her in a cruel way instead. No one deserved that. I doubted that anyone did. We had that in common, I guess. Wolves we looked up to became the exact thongs in our flesh. Now that I knew all this, I wished I had caused them both torture the day they came here, the day they had the effrontery to walk into my house. I hated that they caused my bride this much pain. Only I had the right to make her feel this way or any way at all. She was mine, mine alone. To think about it, the thought that another Wolf had touched her before, kissed her before, or thrusted inside her before, made my raging level brim higher. I wanted to be the only one. I didn’t want to believe that the monster once claimed her too. The next I knew was tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her close without much thought, and ran
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX.
ELEANOR’S POV. Guess when you are with a psyche, you become one yourself. You start to take their shape and their thinking. Never did I think I would be sitting here, holding onto the hand of my Master, and the knife begging him to claim me. Maybe I needed that. Maybe I wanted to be claimed so badly. I wanted to have a tag, a leach, just like every pet should. Not just any tag but one that had his name written beautifully on it. One that showed me that I was his. Only his, and no one else. “Carve your name on every part of me if need be. Claim me, Master.” I heard myself say but I knew I couldn’t be the one talking. I could not be the fearless one spewing out all this. His gaze held mine for a very long while as though he was thinking of it. The next thing I knew was him pushing me backward to fall flat on my neck. Let’s be sincere. Facing that unexpectedly hurts like crazy, but let’s pretend it doesn’t. You don’t want me showing sign of pain and scaring him off or do you? Excite
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.
CRUZ’S POV. It has been days, two days to be precise and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I couldn’t get her smile off my head. Her big Blue eyes staring into mine with so much admiration as I devoured her. I couldn’t even get her smell off me. Everywhere I turned it was like she was there, standing, staring at me. It had to be the perfume. It had a smell. A weird yet cool long lasting smell. It smelt like paradise. It smelt like her. I have had wet dreams too because every night, I wanted her to be there right on my bed, or in my arms. Anywhere at all just to satisfy this crazy urge I had. I knew it had to be because I was sex starved for so long. Maybe because I needed more sex to get myself back on track. Or I had to fulfill my sex fantasy. Even as I laid flat on one hand, trying to do some push-ups to clear my mind. My cock kept straining against my short, getting harder and harder with time. “Fuck!” I cussed softly. I stood up to inspect myself and it looked awkward. It wa
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY- EIGHT.
CRUZ’S POV. My lips claimed hers with all intensity, with all the strength I could muster. It was as though my life depended on it, like hers did too. I knew deep down that I shouldn’t listen to her words, I shouldn’t listen to these words. I shouldn’t break her but with her big blue eyes staring into mine with plea, want, and desire. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. She let out a soft moan conveying her surrender and submission to me. I immediately changed my mind and picked her up, carrying her towards one of the spare rooms in the house. It was a special room. Like a puppy, she said nothing, raised no questions, threw no tantrums and just stayed still in my arms. I pushed the door open and stepped into it. I watched as her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating from one place to another then finally back to me. “What’s this place?” She asked, her voice soft and tender, causing my pecker to nod. Why do I suddenly find calling his cock, a pecker, weird? Haha! Anywa
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.
CRUZ’S POV. I sat in the back of the car as I waited for her to show up. I had gotten a message from the farmers for another meeting. They wanted us to discuss about everything needed for my inauguration. It was just a week away. The door opened to reveal her stepping into the car. “Good morning.” She mumbled softly. “Good morning.” I responded without looking her way. I had slept off in her arms. It was therapeutic. The sex was heavenly. She let me use most of the toys on her, and the way her body responded, I loved it. My eyes finally trailed her way. She was dressed in a simple turtle necked gown. The former me would have complained but the new me let it slide. The new me! Awkward! I watched her run her palm over the back of her neck about five times. “You good?” I asked, and watched her nod in response. “It’s nothing, just some pain from the neck stuff.” She responded, causing me to chuckle softly. I could remember telling her the names of each toys, only for her to re
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY.
CRUZ’S POV. I watched as her mouth moved, pride surging through me. I was proud of her. I was glad to know that she had so much knowledge in the skull underneath her pretty face. The farmers listened with rapt attention, nodding where needed. Some had smiles plastered on their faces, clearly impressed by her words. Turned out her living out while growing up had come in handy, not that I was happy she had to. Some times I felt this weird urge to break the bones of the very ones whom made her go through it all, right from the raiders to Lucien. Maybe leave her sister out of it for her sake. That traitor! Who does such betrayal to someone they claimed to love? Argh! “…I think they will help the crops grow well. All you have to do is add them to the soils, they also kill bacterias that tend to eat up half of the..” Her words dissolved into thin air again. Beauty with brains. I like that. My cock strained in my trouser at the thought of that. They applauded her as she rounded up
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.
ELEANOR’S POV. My back hit against the wall but I can barely feel the pain with his lips on mine, ravishing me in every way possible. He hardly let me get down from the car before claiming my lips with his, and now we are in the hallway still kissing. “You say I’m a good Wolf, huh!” He said, snatching his lips back briefly, his breathe still landing on my face. “Guess I have gone too soft on you. I will have to show you just how bad I can be.” He added, claiming my lips again before I could say a word. A part of me was intrigued, excited, nervous, curious to know what he would show me this time, and how bad he could get. I love Bad Wolves. Scratch that. I love me a bad Cruz. I was desperate to see him in all sides of himself. The vulnerable side, even though I have hardly seen that. The weird part, I doubt if he has any. Everything and anything about him that there is to know. I felt my lower lips releasing some juices as it craved for more, so I clenched my thighs in response
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ELEANOR’S POV. His rough breathe landing on my neck as he nibbled on it, bitting into my skin gently. Tell me why this simple act has my legs getting wobbly. Sending shocks down my spine. He dug his fangs deeper into my neck, taking in some blood. He stepped backward, his eyes running over me, stains of my blood still on his lips. He ran his tongue over it. “You taste good, El.” He said, his grey eyes shooting lasers at my fragile heart, melting me and sweeping me off my feet. My heart beating so hard against my chest. I’m obsessed. I’m fucking obsessed with him. Was it weird that I liked El better than Eleanor now? “Strip!” He ordered, his eyes still not leaving me. I wanted to ask questions, throw tantrums, anything at all that wouldn’t disclose that I had waited so long for something like this. Instead I said nothing as I got down from bed, my shaky fingers sliding the gown over my head, leaving my bra and thong visible. His eyes turned hungry, devouring every each of me.
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