He should have been expecting this. Despite Alpha Rhye's fierce protests, the old man had invited their fellow werewolves, the nearby pack, to stay in the council mountain two nights ago, along with their companion, a female witch called Livia. Who disappeared before he and Lily arrived that same evening. And as per Dimitri, during the witch's brief stay, they’d discovered that the witch had a human mother being held captive by a Moonlight she-wolf. And Rhye was not happy upon finding out about it. Not that Alpha Rhye gave a shit, but Stephen had managed to convince Dimitri that this beautiful witch was somehow important to the future of their kind and that the witch's captive mother must be protected. "About this witch? What do I need to do about it?" Rhye gritted, even knowing it was a stupid question. What other nonsense could it be? Dimitri’s lips twitched as if he agreed with the stupid part. "Talk to her." "Can someone else do that part? I have a mate to train and to handle,
Lily yawned and extended her arms and legs as she took in her surroundings outside Rhye's Cottage. It had been hours since her alleged husband had not returned, and it was late afternoon now. Not that she was complaining; in fact, she preferred it this way because she couldn't bear him babysitting her like she was a mundane and vulnerable child. During their two days here, the man-made no mention of returning to the city, which Lily appreciated because she had grown to adore the lovely mountain, its garden, and its people. She also made some new friends from the neighboring cabin and the camping area two miles away. She smiled at a passing young woman with a basket of fruits in her hand as she disappeared into the gorgeous backdrop of gardens and lawns spread across the large mansion of Rhye's elders on her left; and yes, she'd met one of her husband's elders yesterday, a beautiful, gigantic old man who looked like a former wrestler. To say Lily was startled was an understatement; pra
What was she supposed to ask, anyway? Someone with a ridiculously familiar scent? Jesus! That was way crazier than asking if the kid loved BTS. Lily grumbled under her breath. "You would have noticed this one. I mean... someone with... um-vanilla and... um-spicy scent?" Damn if she didn't look crazy enough asking more stupid questions. "Lady? Are you on drugs?" The kid raised an eyebrow. "Of course not, and I'm serious here... I'm looking for someone with that smell... He’s very... distinctive." "Oh yeah?" The kid smirked. "There’s no one out here, and the scent led me here." Lily snorted. "Are you one of the... you know who?" The boy shuddered. "I have nightmares that one day I’ll look out there and nothing will be left but corpses and rotting tents and I'll be one of them." "Charming… but wait? What one of them?" "You know…" "Mafia?" "I'm sorry. What?" The chap smirked. The goofy smile widened. "You thought, up there in the manor, those weird folks were mafia?" "Obviously
Not that Lily would spread her legs, even if this was just a random encounter, she sternly told herself. Okay, it happened once, and what did it get her? A billionaire hottie of a husband, of course, she was not complaining. After all, he was hot enough to make her bones melt, and the scent of raw male power was making her head dizzy, but...Stop it, you idiot. This wasn’t a man. He was a lethal playboy who could drain her dry in a heartbeat. She thought to herself."Why the hell did you scare me like that?" she snapped.The frozen blue eyes narrowed, his nose flaring as if catching the scent of her stupid awareness, which was ridiculous. wasn’t it?"Are you serious? You are the one who went looking for trouble.""How did you know that?""Because, Leo, the boy in the small inn near the clearing called me here, that some crazy woman was asking weird questions, sneaking into the camping ground, asking about perfume.""Um-well about that-""Yes, Lily, tell me about it. For starters, this
With a groan, she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips, sucking it gently as her hips instinctively arched upward. Never in her life had she ever felt the touch of a man’s hand. Not unless it was to dole out punishment. Now her body was changing, altering as his kiss deepened.Her lips softened, her nipples hardened to tight points, nearly begging to be stroked, her fingers spread across the chiselled muscles of his chest. Then, as swiftly as he’d kissed her, Rhye pulled back to regard her with a strange expression of wariness. As if he was as caught off guard by her volatile reaction as she was. Embarrassed, Lily smacked her hands against his chest. Damn the bastard. She’d just made a fool of herself, and it was entirely his fault."What the hell do you think you’re doing?""Kissing my wife?""Rhye, we-"It was pure heaven when Rhye kissed her again. He aroused her just as much. As they stood together at the cottage's open door, her skin still felt too hot, too tight. The lust
When Rhye was engulfed in Lily's velvety, wet heat, it was only then that he realized the breadth and depth of his needs. As he rolled his hips into her, she groaned and sighed and screamed some more. As he drove her into the height of her release, her hands roamed his back, and her fingernails slid down the valley of his spine. She scored him as she drew closer to the top of her release.He reflected on how she exudes beauty; magical, celestial beauty with the sultry power of a goddess. She had always been, but one could see that she had just acquired some strength, and by mating her, this time, with her mind clear from alcohol, Rhye realized that this woman was not just an ordinary human. She was somewhat unique, so different that her blood was as ancient as the earth itself. There was a power within her that had been formed in the fire of everything that she had been through over the previous days. Lily was no longer the naive and funny woman, but rather a strong mate, fit to be hi
Rhye moaned, still moving on top of her, their bodies intimately connected. His strokes became more intense, as did the suction of his tongue against her vein. The combination of feelings overwhelmed Lily with yearning, rekindling her desire. "Hell, Lily, you are amazing," he murmured, his deep voice gruff as gravel and his breath heating against her throat. His tongue swept over the twin punctures, closing them shut. He raised his head to look at her. His eyes were as bright as fire, staring at her with such ferocity of emotion that it took her breath away. She'd never seen his teeth seem so sharp and out of place. She licked her lips, eager to feel them again in her throat. Everywhere. Rhye was the most beautiful guy she's ever seen, violent and surreal. As he stroked the side of her face and the delicate skin where his bite had been, his wicked mouth curled. "I feel you inside of me, Lily. I can feel your blood in my veins and in every cell in my body. And I share your delight.
"Give me another one, Jessa," Lily snarled, slamming her shot glass on the counter. It was one o'clock in the afternoon the next day, and Jessa and her friends' little party was just getting started. Rhye, her gorgeous husband and the alpha of the Moonlight pack, was still at the council meeting, which made Lily wonder about their politics and agenda. Today was meant to be their honeymoon, but the man was nowhere to be found.To Lily, it wasn't that simple either. She thought supernatural beings were only seen in movies, and she had never considered mating one, especially an alpha of Europe's most powerful pack.She and Jessa had been having a serious conversation earlier, which had devolved into nothing but more cocktails, laughs, and dancing. She knew it was difficult to comprehend everything, but there was nothing more amusing than questioning