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
NeemI place the pineapples in my basket and continue forward in the market. I paste a smile on my face and take small easy steps, blending in with the hundreds of other wolves. Anything so I don’t attract the attention of the myriad king’s soldiers on patrol. A hint of rebellion or trouble-making and these soldiers will sink their claws into you and march you towards the palace. And you bet that would be the last you will be seen. There is nothing like crime in Lyria, we are too ‘civilised’ for that. A pretty coating for the truth. Every crime no matter how petty is punished. Thieves and liars are taken into those mountains, and they are never seen again. “Pretty lady, I have something that will interest you.” The owner of the next stall calls. It’s Melda, the fat she-wolf. She is somewhat of a mystery because werewolves have such a fast metabolism that we burn away any excess fat straight away. But not her. Some people say it is because she used to work in the castle before she w
Celine “You called for me?” I ask, stepping into the meeting room. Lor is there, and so is Tate and his third in command, Ken. “Hello.” “Hello there beautiful.” Tate says. We both look up to see Lor glaring at him and Tate holds up his hands. “Behave Tate.” He says. “What’s wrong?” I ask, looking down at the small map they have rolled out on the table. “A body was found.” Lor says. “Again?!” I say, alarmed. Maybe because I wasn’t paying attention to the case before but it’s been a very short period since they did that to Hart. Was the time between the kills always this short? “Why?” “We don’t know. I hear the male was easy going and unproblematic. He disappeared on their way back from a hunt and wasn’t discovered until after a day after.” “I mean, how could he have been stolen right from under their noses?” I sputter. “It’s a hunt. There must have been at least ten wolves. And not even one of them smelled anything off?” “My thoughts exactly.” Tate mumbles. “Ken, you and