"Hey, Livia, good morning," Joseph grumbled, then turned to look at Rhye, "Morning, brother..." He smirked and winked at his twin, who appeared to be in a bad mood."Are you well now, brother?" Rhye muttered in a serious tone instead, his voice deep and rough, his gorgeous gaze eating Livia up like she was his breakfast instead of the spread he was placing on the table for them. It did funny things to her stomach, those butterflies working double time simply to keep up."I'm good now, thanks to Jasmine." Joseph answered with the same bored tone.To distract herself from doing something foolish—like throwing caution to the damn wind and kissing both of them, right here, right now—she spun on her heel and headed to the coffee pot, determined to keep her hands busy and off of the men behind her.Did these men realize she was attracted to both of them?Well, they were twins. They looked exactly the same, but Rhye had the character of a bad boy and Joseph was just, well, Joseph.The real q
"I need you to trust me." Joseph's words from last night resonated with him.Rhye trusted his brother with his life. But, he also felt responsible for both his pack’s safety.Rhye's mother had done terrible things to both of them, ruined each of their lives in ways Rhye could never fix. Throughout all the years they’d spent together, he’d been trying to make amends, providing for them and sheltering them from the worst of their mother until death took her. However, now all women are like her mother, the luna of his father’s pack, who did nothing but make their lives like hell. If Leon’s initial suspicions were correct about Livia, she was just the latest in a long line of deception and treachery from the Council. Maybe Dimitri or Almera were involved? But, what if he was wrong?Or what if he was right? That somehow, Livia was just a lost soul like him?The war within him waged on as he fought his growing attraction to the little witch. He needed to know her, needed to find out if he
Livia watched Joseph and Alpha Rhye leave without a single question. Rhye knew the need to know where they were going and what they were doing burned on the tip of her tongue. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she observed everything with rapt attention to detail. She’d seen their weapons, cash, and antiquities littering various surfaces.She’d asked as much from them yesterday, and it had taken a small piece of him to deny her the answers she was looking for.Rhye wanted to share his world with her. If she knew the truth, she’d understand the things they did, while not always wholesome acts, were for the greater good. In their own twisted way, they helped people and made it a mission of theirs to serve and protect just as much as, if not more than, any harm they caused.A ruler could ask for no more. He may be on the path to ruling the council, but he was not an ambitious werewolf. He never longs for a seat in the council. He had a pack to worry about. His pack had long-since fallen
Two more days passed in what felt like the blink of an eye, due entirely to the guys and the fact that they kept her days full. Of course, it was often full of chaos, but it was an addictive kind of chaos, one Livia was growing to enjoy more and more with every minute she was around them. She wasn’t used to so much human—or non-human, as it were—interaction. She’d spent most of the first day after the tour with Leon, waiting for claustrophobia to set in or feeling suffocated by the constant company. It never came. Perhaps, it was how long she’d spent alone or, maybe, it was just them, but in the short time she’d been around them, she’d come to crave their presence. Rhye decided keeping her entertained was his job, and he took it seriously. When he was at the loft, and not off doing whatever it was he did, they cooked together, watched movies, and danced around like crazy people to blaring music. It, admittedly, took quite a bit of coaxing on his part to get her to dance with him, b
Livia ducked under the jab Rhye released, popping up on his inside, getting in two quick hits to his stomach, then dancing away before he could return fire.The mats beneath her gave a little with every step, letting her bounce on the balls of her feet easily.Livia had nearly squealed with delight when Rhye had tugged her up the spiral staircase leading to the third floor loft the other day during their tour, claiming he had a surprise for her.She’d fully expected another seating area, or perhaps an office, to fill the space, but instead, there was a fully equipped gym. Made sense. These guys were all ripped, gorgeous specimens. Of course, they worked out.It made her giddy to see the top-of-the-line equipment. Treadmills, ellipticals, stationary bi
Rhye kissed Livia passionately, driving her to distraction. Their tongues danced together as easily as they had spared earlier, fighting for control and dominance, yielding and playing and taking, savouring the moment. Every stroke turned her into liquid fire. Dragging her up the hard line of his body, Rhye broke their kiss to trail his mouth along the column of her throat. His beard tickled her skin with every graze. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you since I last had the honour of touching you, little witch?” A delicious shiver caressed its way along Livia’s spine from the need in Rhye’s hoarse voice. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened to points. “I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted. “Have you?” Intrigue filled his baritone voice. “Have you touched yourself, Livia, since what happened in the pub? Have you thought about me while you came around your fingers?” Livia could barely believe he’d been audacious enough to ask, but she couldn’t deny the eff
Her mouth was like fucking heaven. Her warm, wet tongue worked expertly over his aching, needy flesh.“Oh, hell.” Rhye released the human curse, finding it fitting for the exquisite torture Livia was giving him.When she’d peeled away his clothing, she stared at his shaft with a wide-eyed, curious gaze. At first, he wondered if it was his size that intimidated her, or the rather large knot at the bottom not all werewolves were endowed with, but as her gaze traced every inch of his length, it eventually dawned on him why her breath caught. To realise it was the unglamored sight of his shaft that had astonished her.Unsure of what to do, Rhye let her study him and watched her reaction carefully in return. Her shock quickly blossomed into interest and curiosity, but he’d caught her utter surprise upon that first glance, and it was then the suspicion began to form that she may not know about men that much.Was that possible? It was damned hard to believe and, yet…She was strange, he coul
Rhye shaft throbbed and swelled, the veins becoming more pronounced as he neared release. His little temptress moaned as she felt him grow larger in her hand, and her fingers tightened like a warm, cosy vise around his pulsating knot. Wetting her palm, she stroked it down his shaft and over the knot, mimicking what he wanted her body to do when he had the honour of burying himself inside of her. Will her gorgeous little sweet haven be able to take me? Will it be able to stretch over my knot as her fingers do now? It was a dream he couldn’t wait to bring to reality. How many nights had he fallen asleep dreaming of her on top of him? How many mornings had he awoke only to wish she were beneath him? How many times had he fisted himself, squeezing that very knot her hands now blissfully strangled, only to wish it were his mate taking him inside her tight, hot little body? Between the combination of her swallowing him back inside her sweet mouth, her tongue swirling over his aching fles