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53. Ayr
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His Unlovable Mate 54. Ayr
We might be underground, in a cave filled with lanterns, but the very air around me seemed to fizz and crackle. Cass, my mate, the one I thought was lost to me for good, is threatening my sanity once again. “She was between my legs,” refusing to lie, even if the warning alarm in my head is firing on all cylinders. “Oh. Like this?” and slowly dropped down to her knees. I’d call her a good girl, but I think she’d bite a testicle clean off. Is this still a truce, or is she testing how it feels to touch me again after everything? Either way, she’s calling the shots. I’m just trying not to explode. “Do you think she wanted to do this?” and opened her mouth and placed the swollen head of my cock straight in her mouth. Her blazing eyes watched me, completely connected. Then, slowly allowed her tongue to swirl and torture me. I roughly unpin her hair, I needed to feel something of her in my hand. Then she gave my cock a lethally hard suck, taking another couple of inches down and I swe
His Unlovable Mate 55. Cassie
The only other time I slept in Ayr’s bed, I woke up alone, whilst he tried to leave quietly. Last night, we showered together and fell into bed, where he instantly fell asleep. I’d spent a few minutes fighting my own exhaustion to stare at his face. To try and make sense of the past few hours.He looks younger when all the tension leaves his features. Still perfection, carved cheekbones, and handsome, smooth features. He doesn't look boyish, but the stress that makes his eyes narrower has gone. Mindlink face, the one that leaves me dreading his next words, has no place on these pillows.I stroked some of the longer blonde locks out of his eyeline and checked the still-red cut across his forehead. Ayr snuggled in deeper to the pillow, and my heart melted. I don’t know what I’m fighting against anymore. Maybe just myself, the cowardly version of me. The woman expecting betrayal to the point I can’t allow love into my world? Taking a deep breath, I snuggle closer to him. Stroking his ch
His Unlovable Mate 56. Ayr
Why on earth did I commit to leaving this afternoon? Cass may have a point about being shit at plans. Except if I stayed any longer there’s a chance I genuinely would just kidnap her and keep her in my bedroom for until the end of time. My wolf gives a little surge. Since deciding to do this wolf-led adventure, his presence is certainly stronger. Reluctantly trudging miles away from my packhouse, the rain steadily falls. I’m looking to find a safe place to leave my clothes and armour for when I return. Avoid the whole naked walk through my pack again. Goddess, I hope my wolf comes through for me. Ideally, tonight. I’ve got to get back to Cass as soon as possible. Not because I think she’ll run. Or because I want to lose myself in her decadent moans again. Getting to know more and more of her every conversation. But because when we parted, leaving her with my three Beta’s her eyes were just beaming. Swirling amber and silver shards radiating tenderness. For me. Somehow. To know sh
His Unlovable Mate 57. Cassie
In the few hours we managed to smuggle together before he left, Ayr took me for a walk. It was a fantastic idea considering the fact I was still getting over how desperately I lost myself in the shower.. Except he took me back to the prison. He pointed out where his fathers packhouse had once stood. What used to happen at those gallows. How his father had to rule with strength. I’d call it fear, but this wasn’t the time for a debate. Instead, I listened as he confessed about the history books judging him. Whether his pack is happy under him or if the sacrifice of hiding men underground was too steep a price. Then he shrugged his shoulders and softly pulled me closer. I stroked blonde hairs from his forehead. “You’re too hard on yourself.” “I’m not hard enough. Trying to be perfect for everyone else to the point I almost lost you? What kind of fool does that make me?” I smirked as a teasing answer came to my head. His concerned face didn't deserve it, though I pulled him to me for
His Unlovable Mate 58. Cassie
It’s been almost a week. Every night, I go to bed, still in Mrs. Berrybrows' comfortable guest room, I try to ignore the curling fear in my stomach. Where is he? I should have asked him to mark me before he left. Not for any stupid schemes with Elle, but so I could know, within my soul, that he was safe. He could be captured in Kallio. Drowned in that awful, lethal river. What if Elle has rounded up all the exiles and there is no sign of Robyn, Corbin, and the others to be found anywhere?I pull open the curtains and stare up at the night sky. The clouds are thickening, barely any sun got through today. I can hear everyone in the pack commenting on it as they potter by. Then, the saner part of me reminds me that Ayr is a grown man. Thirty years old. Strength of a god, or so it feels when he flings me into the air. Capable of leading hundreds of Betas into war. Survived perfectly fine on his own before I came along mere months ago. Meaning deep down, I’m worried because I wasn’t do
His Unlovable Mate 59. Ayr
My wolf is one stubborn mutt. They could tell I had one eye on finding the exiles. And they weren’t having it for a second. Not one single dream for the first five nights. I got to gasp at our sheer speed and vicious hunting prowess. The majesty of nature and all those things someone more artistic than me would enjoy. But I’m on a schedule. Cass is waiting for me. If I'm gone too long she’ll go it alone. She wants the legitimacy of taking over in front of every other Alpha, clearing her name. Next week is her shot. At least, after almost drowning, yet again, the woods in the north of Kallio were quiet enough. Enough caves and ditches to tuck into at night. Nestling down, breathing slowly, I warned my wolf on the sixth evening. This was his last chance. I need to know. Whatever the truth may be.What a foolish declaration that was. With a low, rumbling growl, my wolf buried its head down and hurtled us into black, swirling nothing. An overwhelming landslide of information hit. Life
His Unlovable Mate 60. Ary
“Do we have a problem, Corbin?” I grunt, shrugging the heavy black shirt over my head. “Because when Cass defeats Elle, I’ve suggested you should be her Beta. I’ve heard nothing but excellent things about you?” He shook his head and gestured to the right of the fire. Dozens of men in sleeping bags, blankets, and even straw piled high. They’re living rough. “Excellent? Look at this place. We’re on the run. We are all waiting for Cassie. We believe she’s going to come through, take her throne. I’ve got a few men itching to defect for a shot at trying to find the gold she’s stashed on the coast though.” “How many?” “At least a dozen. Silver brands aren’t a personality trait, but you tell someone they’re scum long enough they’ll start acting like it.” Corbin and Raphael would find lots in common. Both are so steady and serious. No interest in gossip. I noticed Corbin’s aged, brittle chainmail over his grey long-sleeved top, his boots in need of repair. Maybe Volare can help with some
His Unlovable Mate 61. Ayr
Fed, Robyn turned her back so I could assist with her corset ribbons. “Cass gave me this dress. It’s a shame to ruin it.” “We have lots more back in Volare, don’t worry. I intend to sort out your brother and his shitty boots too,” I reply gruffly. She smothers a laugh. “True, they are falling apart.” I noticed her silver mark, very faint, like spatters of rainfall working down her lower back. Graceful and delicate, like the dancer she was born to be. Instead of stripping off, I just shredded the clothes I stood in, allowing my ashy brown wolf to rise once more. With the gathering grey clouds ahead, we sprinted. Robyn’s wolf was excitable, sprinting and darting all over to find more obstacles to fly over. Finally, we reached the river. Our enthusiasm ground to a halt. Rainfall has churned up the rapids into a sea of white, raging foam. Robyn’s brown wolf’s paws skitter nervously at the edge. Peering down the black rocks, trying to judge a crossing. I let out a little bark of warni
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