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15. Lyra
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Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 16. Declan
How could it tumble down so quickly? I don’t mind admitting to myself I was on cloud nine after kissing her. The way that vanilla scent flooded into my veins, supercharging every sensation was addictive. I wanted nothing more than to worship her there and then but my wolf warned me to go slow, careful with her. I had to shut my eyes when she stroked my beard, it would have pained me to see her face contort as she uncovered my scars. Amelie, the friend with benefits from before this expedition, certainly didn't like them. Sex with her was nearly always with her on all fours. Long brown hair, hazel eyes, curves every man in the camp admired. Thrusting roughly into her, gripping her hair. As soon as she got her fix she would walk away. The perfect fuck buddy Howen and others would tell me. It's amazing what you can convince yourself of. I was more than looking forward to tonight. This was different. Lyra is different. Especially after last months fuck up in the Black Hall, I want
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 17. Declan
So small in my arms, the urge to protect her overrides anything else. Carrying her back to my room she remained in my grasp as I quickly repositioned her against my chest. With my free hand I grabbed the two bunk mattresses and put them on the floor. Then, aware of her space I placed her down gently and backed away a bit.“Lyra, talk to me, what do you need?” I asked softly as she lay on the mattress looking up at me in the semi-darkness. There was only a small yellow lamp casting shadows across the grey concrete walls. Her black hair spilled out into waves of dark desire. Her tiny frame swamped by the white nightdress. “What are you going to do?” her voice cracking. “Only what you ask me to,” I repeat, “I won’t do a thing more. I swear.” “Will you…kiss me again?” she murmured and my heart banged into my ribcage. Instead of jumping on her like a mountain lion I was slow, steady. I lowered myself onto the mattresses carefully. let her place her hands on my cheeks and guide my lips
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 18. Lyra
I woke up in his arms. I can’t even really call them arms without it feeling inadequate. They are such huge, powerful wedges of muscles. The way he picked me up like I was nothing, his body twice as wide as mine. I’ve never known anything like it. Not once in my life, not even the cycle of women who raised me ever treated me so tenderly. Every kiss felt like a blessing. All the touches of his fingers, his hot searching mouth left me wanting more. I didn’t quake in fear or dread the next rabid crush of his flesh against mine. He was everything I never even knew I craved. By the time I asked for him to use his mouth, my wolf had ebbed into a satisfied lull. It was my craving then. I didn’t want the night to end. Watching him sleep, he is still fully clothed. The ripples of scars underneath his grizzled dark brown short beard and down his neck suggest his torso may be similar to my back. My scars are mainly from my teen years. I struggled to adjust to Corina’s sudden dislike of me. I
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 19. Corina
Little Lyra is just getting herself everywhere isn’t she. If she isn’t turning Declan into a lovesick, pining puppy for the past three weeks, now she’s fucked Howen in the Black Hall! That towel he wrapped around his hips reeked of her. Vile little runt. Except then his cheeky green eyes twinkle at me under all that fiery red hair. He loves seeing me jealous. I can't believe I called him Howdy, a pet name slipping out. I need to stop that straight away.He already knows I need him. I try to play the ice queen, like I could kick him out of my bed anytime I wanted. I think we both know that I would weep without those nighttime visits now. . I noticed Lyra giving Mara a raised eyebrow when changing my sheets the other day. Both of them want a good slap for their insolence. However, Declan and his council have banned such punishments, so I must bide my time. Howen’s straying doesn’t mean I didn’t love the Black Hall. I spent most of the time with a man who smelt of berries. Curly hai
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 20. Lyra
After the shower with Declan we reluctantly parted. His hands siding over my body left me breathless when I should have been talking, telling him everything I felt. Confessing my secrets.But that would mean breaking this tiny moment of happiness. He gently stroked my cheek with a mournful expression before a batch of chefs clattered past. The Full Moon is very much over and I am reduced to being simply the daughter of his enemy all over again. Dressed in my tattered purple and gold-buttoned dress, my first thought was to give the herbs back to Reu. With a guilty, slinking walk I headed to the deputy’s rooms. Howen was thankfully not there, Corina apparently still keeping him occupied. The white-haired Reu sat hunched at his plain metal desk, scribbling in a leatherbound journal. “Hey,” he said softly. “Are you okay? You looking for Declan?” With trembling hands I placed the dried purple flowers on the desk. “I’m so sorry…I got desperate.” He shook his head, abandoning his writing
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 21. Declan
It’s only sixteen days and eight hours until the next full moon. Until I can hold her and adore her and pretend that we’re not stuck in this hellhole. Pretend that she isn’t heading for execution by my leaders when spring arrives. Pretend she isn’t the bloodline I dreamt about destroying.The more I think about it, the longer I spend smashing the home-made punching bag that has been hung in the repurposed Black Hall. Sweat drips down my body, frustration pouring out of me but never sated. Everyone here knows she is the daughter of Valdis. Howen has said more than once she is a bad seed, a reputation amongst the other workers.To try and distract myself, I attended the council meeting. Corina, dressed in a low-cut ruby silk sits at my side, assumes she is second in command. It doesn’t help that the gathering has to take place in one of Valdis’ old offices. It’s the only place with a table big enough. Standing around in a corridor is no good.“Sir…Alpha…I mean Declan,” Arlen spoke up, re
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 22. Lyra
I had to seize this moment. The first time we had been alone together in over two weeks. To see him this agitated, pacing with his hands trembling awakens feelings of empathy. Over the years I have cradled Mara and others women through their suffering. I took beatings in their name rather than confirm their guilt. I did this out of guilt. I would never be in their shoes, a victim of Alpha Valdis’ savage lust. My guilt drove me to bathe their wounds and tend them, it wasn’t an act of love. I thought myself incapable of the notion, to be honest. Especially after Beta Ronan and those swirling tattoos travelling beyond his torso made it his mission to crush my belief in anything good. He once saw me tending to Mara, those long black coiled plaits trailing down his back and muttering, “rats are meant to eat the infirm ones, not help them,” before spitting on the sodden ground. Declan struggling like this, a tense beast of a man standing over me, wanting my affection, seeking my care le
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 23. Lyra
I had no idea what to say, how can you describe the moment all of your dreams fall into place. I just nodded, allowing myself to smile and accept his soft kisses. “You’re very quiet, is this what you want too?” he murmured before I wrapped my arms around him huge shoulders. “Of course, I’m sorry yes. Yes!” my smile now so wide it started to hurt my face. “But we have to be a secret don’t we?” He sighed and clicked his tongue. “I may have just made a massive scene at the council about banning relationships,” and narrowed his dark eyebrows, “might have made an error there.” I shook my head, “I think I like it being just us, for a while, just…get used to the idea.” Sat on Corina’s bed I had a vision of her walking in and ruining everything. “I think we had better go, she’ll be back soon.” “Don’t go hiding from me anymore, okay? I don’t know how you manage to do it but sometimes it feels like you’ve escaped completely.” I blush, knowing that he means the occasions I am with Viktor,
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