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
Clutching my stack of notes I joined Alexander for a working dinner. Sat together eating fabulously rich steak, potatoes and vegetables we each combed through a stack of papers. Contentment hummed between us. It might be fairly mundane and boring, especially today where the briefings had lasted forever but we were together. Certain we were finally alone after the last servant cleared away our plates, I could finally tell Alexander what had happened with Azalea. I gave him my notebook to read and he went through our conversation. "She said all of this? She was that emotional?" he said after studying it for a while, "it doesn't sound like Azalea." "I know, I think she must be under a lot of stress. Maybe hiding things from Ivan or not comfortable with what Alpha Francis asks of her?" "How long do you think the assassin will be? Do you even think he will come back?" I searched my thoughts and came up with nothing. Fyre had nothing to offe
Thundering down the road whilst clutching Lucien's six-pack was the best therapy anyone could wish for. Forced to inhale his burnt citrus scent and nuzzle into the muscles of his back as he zipped down empty highways. When he went too fast for comfort I found myself gripping him tighter and I was certain he was doing it on purpose by the end. It was dark by the time he finally pulled up alongside another anonymous wheat field. Pointing to a clump of trees a few hundred metres he gestured over to it and grunted "I'll push the bike through the field, we will camp there tonight. It's warm enough." Reluctantly peeling myself from his muscular back and shoulders I instantly missed the sensation of his skin. That scent was so comforting even though most would find a burning scent alarming, I had been so close to him even though we now stood apart there was a trace of him on my clothes and it made my heart flutter a tiny bit. I knew if I had Gitte she would tell me
Plunging into my darkest, most hidden memories was like uncovering the worst kind of buried treasure. "I remember it but it's like watching a film with the sound off. It's happening and I was the one doing it but it's like an out of body thing to replay it. She settled onto the bed and lay down, I jumped out of my hiding place and slashed her throat. I did it again and again, not allowing her any chance to heal." I wrapped my arms around my waist and looked to the skies. "The aftermath was horrendous. The guilt made me sick for weeks, I cried constantly and both myself and Bram lost our wolves. I was devastated and even though there was no suspicion my way at all everything about me changed." "Did you not get what you wanted?" Lucien quietly asked. "In what sense? I turned eighteen the year after and we weren't mates. I was crushed but Bram swore he still loved and adored me. He said my devotion was enough even if we weren't mates. His brother
Another night, another dream of landing in the black pit of guilt and failure. Instead of headbutting a log, I jerked myself awake, quickly remembering I was in Lucien's arms. He woke up a little, stirring only to wrap his arm tighter around me. His huge arms formed a deliciously warm blanket around me once more However this time he wasn't completely asleep. Whether he was aware or not I felt him stiffening underneath his shorts as he pulled me closer towards him. Slowly pulsing against my legs, dangerously close to my core his length was pulsing into life. Quickly I tried to work out what I wanted from this. I already knew the answer. I steeled myself, perhaps he was dreaming of another woman, this Natasha, but maybe, just maybe he liked holding me? Like he said we were going our separate ways soon, why couldn't I be a bit selfish? He was quickly getting harder against my thigh so I gently shifted my legs, innocently encouraging him. Heat and longing p
When I'd enjoyed the roughness of his hands on my arms the other night I had no idea what it felt like to touch me at my most intimate places. Slowly he massages his palm deep inside me and I found myself lifting my leg a little higher, arching my back into his torso. He was so gentle it was torturous. Slow sweeping motions against my aching clit with those rough fingers were sending explosions up and down my body. My head was on his other arm as a pillow and I found myself nuzzling into it to stop myself headbutting him with my twitches. He toyed with me for some time, like I had done to him watching me rise and fall on the crest of a wave. I placed my free arm behind and grabbed his hair, pulling his face near my shoulder. I had imagined grabbing that hair many times now. I would never have guessed it would happen with me panting into his arm whilst his hand explored me. "Bella, you're so wet," he murmured and started planting kisses along my neck making me
We set off on foot in the afternoon, leaving the motorbike and supplies discreetly hidden away as we finally see the signs for the main town of Winterfell. The one constant in my life right now, the sound of boots crunching gravel was the only noise amongst the birdsongs. Last night was some sheer madness, instigated by me. Amazing, delirious, mind-blowing madness but still something that I have got to step back from before I get my feelings hurt. "You okay keeping a low profile while I try to find this guy? Could take a few hours.” "Yeah, are you certain someone you know is here?" "Pretty sure, places this remote attract people fleeing the shadowlands. If it's not him then there will be someone else, I recognise." “Is it similar to the shadowlands here, like the buildings and things?” I sounded like an awkward teen, but any snippet of information was more interesting than mentally shredding myself to pieces over Bram and Luna Grace as I norma
Bright and early Ivan arrived for a private meeting with me and Alexander. He bounced into the sunlit parlour room like a happy puppy, tall, with long limbs, bright eyes and a wide smile as we wittered through some pointless small talk. Tall stained-glass windows coloured the scattered papers on the desk with a rainbow hue. I was dressed in one of my finer Luna dresses, a dark green silken gown, full of golden threads that highlighted my eyes and brown hair. Alexander and Ivan both wore the traditional White Forest deep cut white shirt and dark pants. With his long black hair, Alexander reminded me of a dangerous, deviant pirate sometimes in his shirt, and I absolutely loved it. “So…how can I help?” he asked merrily after being given a drink and settling into a cosy leather chair. I tried to be as jolly as him, but I could see Alexander struggling. He stayed back from the pair of us on the soft chairs, leaning against the mantlepiece at a distance. His eyes o
Kicking the rusty bucket around the bleak room soon lost its appeal. Its purpose as my punching bag had eased my annoyance but not my curiosity. What could have spooked Lucien so much that he turned into a complete ass all over again? He might as well have thrown me in this room he wanted to be rid of me so quickly. Although he hadn’t locked me in, I didn’t want to attract attention by leaving it open to freshen the air or invite random thugs to investigate. The noise outside was building by the minute, something was clearly happening in the town today. Studying my new base was a sorry sight. A sagging, stained mattress that I had no intention of letting my skin touch, shafts of light covered the floor through the poorly constructed wooden walls, it was a delight. The only saving grace was a window. Although it was right at the top of the wall above the disgusting bed. Grimacing, I found a towel, placed it on the mattress, the shrieking squeak of my weight on