His embrace was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, hungry, powerful, and searching. His hands grasped me as close to him as possible, my body moulding to the outline of his.
A shuddering breath escaped from him as I returned his embrace. Placing my hand on his neck pulling him towards me felt so natural. Without thinking my other hand finally felt and groped his chest, shoulders, all those rippling muscles that had teased my imagination.
His hand slowly travelled down the side of my arm, resting against my ribcage, every movement he made sending a cascade of tingling sensations. Kissing my neck roughly, I felt myself giddily sinking into the bed, my head rolling back and my chest arching up to meet his caresses.
The roughness of his hands was exhilarating, each finger has its own distinct sensation as it travelled down the bare skin of my arm. His hand teased at the hem of my tank top, daring to go further.
“Lucien,” I sighed, unable to th
It took forever to load the bikes with all the supplies. I had no idea what Lucien had been buying with his handful of gold and jewels but it weighed a ton. Dragging it all back down the hill from the cabin to the roadside took forever. No wonder he was exhausted when returned last night the miles he carried this stuff on his own. Finally, we set off. The motorcycles were chunkier, squatter models than the one I crashed. Thankfully Lucien didn't just roar off into the distance without me but made sure I kept pace with him. Gradually as the trees thinned and we left Silver City far behind us. Eventually, the roads opened, wheat fields surrounded us instead of pine trees. The strange villages and mysticism of the Northern Territories beckoned. With a little nod from Lucien, I grabbed the throttle of my jet-black cycle and we quickly accelerated towards the horizon. We rode the entire day, stopping only for fuel and directions at a passing village. The off chanc
My room had a large four-poster bed, hot shower, and every other luxury I could desire. After submerging in a hot bath, luxuriating in those rare bubbles like a queen I ate an enormous meal of rich meats, vegetables, and cheeses. I definitely didn't eat like a queen but I could not help myself., the novely of being a relaxed, normal situation was still so bizarre.Every second I expected the door to be kicked open and a guard to drag me back to Silver City. Or that I'd wake up and find it had all been a dream anyyway, the grey four walls of my cell surrounding me once more. There were some books above the mantelpiece, a cosy fire burning brightly. I still found myself clock-watching. The hours ticked by endlessly and it was soon past midnight.I wanted to hear his footsteps on the landing, to know he was back safe. Constantly admonishing my stupidity, I told myself an assassin would not have footsteps loud enough for me to hear. He will simply assume I am asleep and no
The small servant girl reappeared in my room with a teapot, pouring me a steaming hot brew. “Did you sleep well ma’am?” she asked politely. “I did thank you,” I replied, trying to give the impression I was a legitimate Luna. “Is there anything you require from our village or are you heading onwards?” She had a simple, pleasant face and I decided to take the plunge. What did I have to lose anyway. “Actually…I am looking for some kind of medicine man, someone who deals with issues with one’s wolf. Do you know of anyone?” “Padgett, Old Padgett is the best around here. You will have passed her cottage if you came from the main road last night. It has a noticeably bent chimney stack, like the letter C?” “Well thank you for your kindness. We may visit her then.” The girl curtsied and left the room whilst I sipped my tea, pleased with myself. Lucien finally stomped back in, impatient and grouchy as ever. “I didn’t find any
I wake with my heart pounding, sweating and hands gripping the bedsheets. Alexander was gently stroking my face, concern written all over his dark features. "I'm awake, I'm okay," I pan, my eyes flitting around the room checking the surroundings. "Are the visions always like this?" his voice low and concerned. "No, but they have got more detailed, let me write it down before I forget," I reply as I quickly sit up on the mattress and retrieve my notebook with the key from under my pillow. Under today's date, I add a new set of panicked scribbles. ----------- A scarred man stood over Alexander's bleeding body. In the woods? Earth floor?Golden goblet with a rim encrusted with jewelsGrey eyes, bloodshot and tearfulThe full moon...the top of the castle...fabric from a long dress dropping over the side and a female scream. Think the dress is a dark material? ---------- The last point was new. What I could only int
Faking a coughing fit I quickly excused myself. Ivan gave me a strange look as I apologised to the room of serious-faced men. As I ran through the corridors Alexander mind-linked me. /Where are you going? / /If Ivan is here, she is, and I want to catch her snooping in our room//Okay, return soon if she's not there/ Heading up the stairs my black cloak with its ruby-red inner lining shimmered, catching the light from the stain-glass windows. My long grey tunic dress hampered my speed, inwardly cursing Fyre and wishing for some leggings. However, as I approached our suite I slowed to a cat-like crawl, taking steadying breaths. I felt ridiculous as I sneaked, but there were no locked doors in the castle, trust was valued. However, on this occasion, a bodyguard and a rottweiler would have been handy. Creeping towards the door I slowly turned the handle and leapt in preparing to yell "gotcha!" Instead, an empty room greeted me. Mocked by silence I
The revelations from Padgett shook me to my core, making my motorbike driving even more suspect. My hands shook and my focus was all over the place. After only a few minutes on the winding roads, slowly descending into the dry, arid valley of wheatgrasses where Winterfell was based Lucien pulled up. Motorcycle tyres skidded in frustration as he ripped a helmet from his head, his eyes narrowed and fierce, his huge legs between the bikes. I pulled up beside him, taking off my helmet and looking at the floor. There was too much to process to even start trying to talk to him. The idea that I had to abandon everything from Bram was impossible. His thinking, his morals and his beliefs had become my security blanket. I wouldn't have survived prison without being able to recall those happy times. “What’s going on, have you forgotten how to drive? You almost spun off back there?” “I…look I’m trying my best, can I have a bit of time to get my head straight?”
I let out a futile scream as I abandoned my scattered possessions and bolted into the field. Clearing the fence like a steeplechase, the tall wheatgrass was soon above my shoulders as I pushed my way through the stiff reeds. With Gitte hibernating my scent was considerably weaker. I had to hope that this could offer enough protection from detection. My heart raced and I wondered how far away Lucien would be now. He hadn't looked back at me when he took off into the horizon, there was no chance he heard my feeble scream. Crouching, I decided to try and wait it out, gently moving when the breeze shook the rest of the grass. Like a crab, I manoeuvred on all fours, low to the ground. The three men shouted back and forth. The lean one had stayed on top of the open truck, using its height to help find me. The two others had left the car and were combing the area for me. "Which way Grigor?" a frustrated older voice shouted, accompanied by the swishing sound
Launching myself at him like that I had no idea what response I'd get. There was just no way I was waiting alone on a roadside again. I wasn't ashamed to admit I was scared, or that I wanted him near. My kiss was loaded with a dozen different emotions all of which evaporated on impact with his soft lips. His body might have been rock solid but his lips were soft and yielding as I lunged myself towards him. As though waking from a dream Lucien took a few seconds before he responded hungrily to my embrace. I lost my breath as his arms swooped around me, wrapped me up tightly against him. His kisses were urgent, harsh and greedy yet I couldn’t get enough. Sparks crackled as my bare arms rested against his, wrapped around his neck, inadvertently massaging his scars. He broke away from my mouth to kiss my collarbone letting out a deep breath and a soft shudder. It was as though all the tension left him and I wondered if killing three men weighed heavier on him tha