Celine
I drain the glass of water he offers, my nose wrinkling at the faint scent of death that still lingers around me. I can’t get the petrified body out of my head. It looked way worse than Hart did, perhaps because it has been petrified longer?
“Please tell me everything you know about this.” I tell him. He sits on the opposite seat and watches me so unabashedly I’m flustered. He is the only one that can make such intense staring sexy.
“Not much.” He says in his deep baritone voice. I’m trying to concentrate so hard, I am, but my mind is blown away to find him in front of me again. I hate how thrilled I am, I hate how ‘weak’ I am in comparison to him.
“Whatever magic is involved, it doesn’t leave any traces we can follow. Twenty one males and seven females have been attacked throughout Centuria and none of them survived. It’s either they never saw the attack coming or they never had a chance to escape. Considering each of them die with pain etched on their faces, I would say it’s the latter. I would also take a leap and say the organs petrify first, the source of the agony before they eventually die. Callahan was on scouting duty when he was attacked and he strayed farther than his partner. They attack solitary wolves, and they are not particular about their victims’ ranks.”
“Why?” I whisper, horrified. “Why would they attack and kill so many wolves?”
“For pleasure maybe. Or it could be for some other reason that we haven’t figured out.”
“And do you have any information about the hunter?”
“Not one.” He says, his lips thinning with displeasure. I get the feeling this is not a male that can tolerate having things go unexplained in his territory. “It might be a wolf, it might be a pack of them, they vanish in the wind like they were never there.”
“But how is that even possible? They attacked more than twenty five packs, how is there not a single trace of them?” I stand and start pacing.
The wolves that did that to Hart can’t get away with it. They just can’t.
“Unofficially, I have a few suspects.”
“You do?” I asked, fully invested.
“I will need your silence on this for now.”
“I give you my word.”
He stands and pulls down a map.
“A map.” I say, unimpressed.
“Yes, and not just any. This map dates back five hundred years.”
“It look a lot like the newer ones.”
“But here.” He points.
I step forward, stepping dangerously close to him. My body betrays me and thrums in response.
“A small island.” I say, peering at the spot.
“The Mizuki Island.”
“I’ve never heard of it.” I say.
“That’s because it‘s not on the newer maps.”
“Strange. Overtaken by the waters?”
“No. Have you ever heard of the Moonlink pack?”
“Who hasn’t?” I say. “An old nursing tale used to scare young wolves.”
“And what if I told you the tale was true?”
I turn to gape at him and a thrill runs through me. Was he always standing so close?
“I would tell you you’re ridiculous.” I say, getting back on track.
He smiles, a baring of teeth really.
“They are real.” He says. For the umpteenth time in only so many hours I’m shocked.
“They are?!”
I’ve grown beyond nursery stories but this still sends a chill down my spine.
“Yes. A few millenia ago, The Moonlink tribe did live amongst us in Centuria, long before their practices were discovered. They were dark and twisted and they fed on their fellow wolves, on their children mostly. When the rest of Centuria found out, they were cursed and exiled to the island of Mizuki. A barren island, or so they thought. They should have gone rogue, their magic corrupted by ostracism but the pack somehow managed to coax the priceless Mizuki jewels from under the earth, infusing themselves with forbidden magic. And with their power, they fled on their island.”
“Like, they took the island with them?” I ask, incredulous.
“Exactly. Strange power, mighty power.”
“Why would they send them to a place with that kind of power?”
“Because they thought that the Mizuki jewels were a myth themselves. Their small oversight led to a catastrophe.”
“What sort of old fools would make that type of mistake?” I fume.
“Dead ones.” He says. The way he says it sends chills down my spine and I remember his own story, the slaughter he led in the name of his father. Looking at him now, feeling his power, I know that was no old nurse’s tale either.
“Where are they now?” I ask, looking back at the map.
“No one knows. The island was never found after then, not for lack of trying. I have some of my best wolves out looking for them discreetly. Wherever it is they have hidden, I will find them.”
“And why are you so sure they are connected to this case?” I ask him. “I don’t see it.”
When he doesn’t reply, I glance at him and startle. Holy shit, he was definitely not standing this close a second ago. My heart hammers against my chest painfully.
His fingers plunge through my hair and I shiver. He is looking at me like he wants to devour me and my lips part, my breasts becoming swollen and achy. I’ve never wanted so much to be a snack.
And then his face lowers and his lips are on mine, light, soft, thorough. I moan and grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his tongue plunders my mouth and teases mine. My hands curl on his shoulder and I grip him closer to me as a fevered lust overcomes my body. I push into him, moving against his impressive bulge. He hisses and grips my ass, his muscles tense with the effort of holding himself back. I pull back his shirt to expose his shoulder where my mark remains faint, barely visible on his shoulder. I lean up on tiptoes and press my lips to it, rocking into him and he palms a breast. I gasp and my head falls on his shoulder.
“I need you.” He says.
The words send a rush of warmth soaking my panties. He can definitely scent it, I hope he goes crazy from it.
I shove at him and step back, ignoring the frustrated clench of my sex and my need to touch him.
“Fuck you.” I say.
“Get back here, female.”
I almost obey, in the instant submission of being totally dominated by an alpha so powerful.
“Stay the fuck away from me. I’m no whore for your pleasures.” I say and back away. Wrong move.
His eyes light up with the eerie light of a predator and he prowls slowly forward, cornering me, his prey.
I back away with his every step, keeping the space between us.
“You are wrong. You are ‘my’ whore.” He says, sending shivers down my arms.
I hate him for hitting the spot. I would be a whore for him. He advances on me again and I hurriedly back away. He is closing the distance between us at an alarming rate.
“Stay!” I yell, hurrying back away from him.
He chuckles.
“I’m not a dog, mate. I’m something worse.”
Then he crosses the distance between us in the blink of an eye. I gasp and his tongue is in my mouth, merciless and demanding. I melt into him and he plants a hand on my ass and hauls me up. I wrap my legs around him and gyrate on his cock and he snarls and flicks my gown up. His hand traces the dripping wetness of my sex and I bite my lips to catch my moan.
“Goddess Celine, I need to fuck you.”
I need him to fuck me. It feels like I will collapse in on myself if he does not fill me with his cock. Then I remember I’m supposed to be getting ‘away’ from him and leap down from his arm.
“Stop fucking screwing with my head!” I yell and turn away.
His hand grips my waist and he presses my ass back into his cock. I bite my lip hard so he does not hear my moan.
“Do you feel my need? You are consuming my thoughts, female. I want to push my cock into you slowly, let you take it inch by inch before I fuck you like the animals we are.”
“Goddess.” I whisper. What in the mother of seduction is this? I’m dripping so much my thighs are slick.
I push my ass against his cock, holding onto the wall and thinking of riding him and he hisses, caressing my full ass.
“Say yes.”
He could have asked me for anything in the world and I would say yes in that moment.
I open my mouth to say so when I hear footsteps. With my weakened wolf hearing, if I can hear it, the person is fucking close.
I lunge away from him and straighten my clothes, spinning around with a ready smile as the door swings open.
Beautiful as the moon, she enters and her gaze comes to rest on me, and then him, her smile warm and courteous. Even without introductions, I can see the familiarity in her eyes, the subtle connection between them.
Well fuck me, I groan internally.
His Luna.
EmmaWhen I step into the room, the first thing I see is her. Pale smooth skin, full breasts, a short gown that hugs her figure in all the right places, tossed hair, blowjob lips, crackling blue eyes, flushed cheeks and a slightly skewed dress. She radiates innocence and yet she is loaded with sensuality. She is intriguing and so damn beautiful I am livid. What the fuck was she doing here alone with my husband? And what the fuck were they up to before I came in?My smile is sticky sweet on my lips as I enter fully into the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I heard we had a visitor so I rushed here as fast as I could.”It is hard to get a whiff of her scent, she is so pathetically weak. I pull my lips back from a sneer and keep the smile. When I finally catch her scent, everything clicks into place. I turn my smile on my unimpressed husband while my brain fires furiously. I’ve scented her before, only once, when she marked him. The audacity of the bitch to follow him all the way to his h
CelineI should have insisted on leaving, that is what a sane, responsible, self-respecting female would do. Then I wouldn’t be looking forward to a cringe morning as I listen to the summons. The Luna would be delighted to see me this morning, a request I cannot turn down.I pull my cargo pants up my waist and shimmy into my top. If I’ll be staying here awhile, might as well be nice to the Luna. I follow the servant to the main living room where she waits for me. “Hello Celine. You look ravishing.” She says with a big smile. First name basis? “So do you.” I say and return her hug. “I’m sorry I was so busy yesterday I couldn’t find the time to give you a tour. I hope you didn’t wait up.”“I didn’t.” “I’m glad. Come with me, I’ll show you around. Our pack house is humble, but it is rich with history.”“It is hardly too humble.” I say with a small laugh. “It is impressive actually.”“You are too kind.” She smiles and shows me around, introducing me to wolves as we pass. “You have n
CelineHe does not question me, he takes my lips, dominating them in a way that makes my body tingle. The kiss is not soft this time, it is hard and demanding. I feel like I am trying to stamp out the traces of a woman that is imprinted there. Emma.I pull back and back away but his hand lashes and grips my arm. “You cannot deny your body much longer. Submit to me Celine, I promise I will give you all your body’s desires.”My body clenches with the need to do just that. To say fuck it and let him fuck me out of his system. But I’m scared witless that one more fuck and I will reduce my expectations of myself and settle for sex. I don’t want just sex with him. I want this powerful male to be mine, all mine. I jerk my arm from his and back away. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? Why are you torturing me like this? I am your mate, why the fuck do I have watch helplessly as another woman lays claim to you?”He crosses his arms. “You’ve been with Emma?”“Unbind yourself from her
CelineI don’t leave the next day, even as I call myself all types of fool. Who knew? This mating thing is miserable business. I thought my day couldn’t get worse. Horny, angry and far from home. That was before Emma brushed into my room, excited as a teenager. “Hello beautiful. Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.” She says with a laugh. Yeah, pretty much. Your husband terrorised my dreams so much throughout the night I settled for daylight sleep. Immortals don’t need sleep but it’s the most pleasant zen period. I can go days, weeks even without but I love it. Just like eating. “I lost track of time. Did something happen?”“Not at all. I have however organised a dinner party for you later.”“Seriously? You didn’t have to.”“Of course not, but I want to” She says, plopping herself on my bed. Goddess, please get up and leave already. I really don’t want to spend time with this female more than necessary. “I’ve known you for all of two days and I already feel like you and I have a l
Celine He stops in front of me, his eyes roaming slowly down my body appreciatively. Heat rises to my cheeks and I try my best to beat it down, as well as the stupid smile on my face. I’ve missed him so much, viscerally. I didn’t know how much until he is standing a touching distance away. It is only the press of a hundred eyes on us that stays me, and forces me to quickly recover my cool. We have an audience and I hope to the goddess none of them saw the tension between us. “Celine. You look beautiful.” I love my name on his lips. His lips. My toes curl with the memory of tasting them. “Thank you, Alpha Lor.” “Just Lor.” There are a few sharp indrawn breaths and I just know it, that only a handful of people, if any are allowed to call him solely by his name. My toes tingle and a smile ghosts my lips again. “Lor.” His name sounds right on my lips. “I trust you are having a good time in our pack house?” The formality and politeness is ridiculous. Is this what it feels like t
Celine Pain wakes me up. It‘s in the middle of the night, and while most immortals are still out and about, I went to sleep two hours ago. And now this. I grip my sheets and groan in pain, writhing on the bed. It feels like someone took a dagger to me and is tearing me apart. The pain is everywhere and nowhere and my teeth hurt from gritting them. For the first time in all of my years, I feel a solid connection to my wolf, and I’m far from thrilled. She howls and claws at herself, sharing the pain and my body shudders as sweat racks my body. ‘Mate.’ She growls. I don’t have time to be stunned. It is the first time I ever heard her voice. How? Not everyone can hear their wolf’s voice. It takes a much more powerful and intelligent wolf to speak to their other half. The pain scalds me again and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. “Stop.” I grit out. “Stop, stop, stop it!” It hurts like a bitch and she cannot hear me either, lost in her pain. ‘Mate!’ She howls again. I almost bu
CelineIt is morning when the heat finally recedes and I collapse. The brilliant days of the sun streams through my window, highlighting me and him and all the forbidden things we did through the night.I think of the random visits I get from Emma about one thing or the other and my heart pounds. Shit. Emma. What have I done? This is not how I wanted this to happen at all. I was supposed to break it to her first, not jump the gun and go straight to being fucked by her husband throughout the night. Not her husband. My mate. Shit, shit, shit, what have I done?“Celine.” His voice is husky, commanding my attention but I don’t look at his face as I scramble off the bed. His hand lashes out and grips my arm and I yelp. He is looking at me with a hard displeased face. “What do you think you are doing?”I’m holding the sheets to my chest and I think of how ridiculous I must look, covering myself from someone that had my ass in the air as he fucked me some minutes ago. “Let go.” I sque
NeemI collapse back into the bed with a sigh and Aden’s body covers mine. This is my favourite position, his weight pressing down on me with him still inside me. He holds me tight as always, inhaling my scent deep. This is home. “You know, I was at the beach yesterday and as I watched those waters I saw a fish, one I’ve never seen before. It bobbed to the surface and looked at me and I felt like it was saying hi. I just know it Aden, that there are others that share the waters with us.”“Yes. The fishes.”“No.” I smack him. “I mean other wolves on the outside.”He rises up on his elbow and looks down at me. “What is it?”He pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed and I sit up. “Aden.”“We talked about this Neem. You promised me you would stop talking about The Outside. Just thinking about the damn Outside is a capital offense, punishable by death. It is ‘treason’. Is that not enough to get such damning thoughts from your mind?”“But why?” I ask, exasperated. “Why is it treason t