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I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things this man’s hands could do to me… he was mine… only mine. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- Phyllis appeared in the Laboratory only to find Deveron trapped against the wall by Forrest, who had his fingers clutched around her extended neck. The latter seemed determined to choke the breath out of the older woman who seemed quite relaxed with the situation. Phyllis, on her part, maintained her distance at first, trying to properly understand the meaning of the sight before her. “What is going on?” she asked initially and got no satiable reply, except that Forrest later turned to her with a horridly dark aura swirling about him. Phyllis knew Forrest to be hot tempered, but she had never seen him react in this manner to Deveron,
I pressed my hand upon it, massaging it through his pants... A mischievous smile stretched my lips as the urge to make him moan out invaded me…I got to work, gently zipping down his zipper, not leaving out the part of ghosting my hand over his hard-on as I did that. I felt him shift uncomfortably underneath me and I smiled more. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV The words stood plainly in the heart of slavery, ‘Do not lead your Master on’. However, I checked and I did not see myself going against that rule. After all, it was literally Wayne who first gave the hint to this whole thing, I only picked up the lines, and he was still my Mate anyway. I surged forward, caring less of the world. With my chin held up, I walked past Wayne and went straight to the field. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was following behind me. A smile flashed across my face as I slowly got myself to the lush field.
I smelt his arousal, a tangy mixture of sour and salt. It was stimulating, causing a burning sensation that churned in my tummy and shot through my head, propelling me to close my eyes and part my lips with a moan as I stroke my Man’s length. I did not care that I was not the one being touched, yet I seemed to feel the pleasure the more…his words still came out as, “You do accept me as yours?” ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV “What is funny?” Wayne queried blatantly, obviously not aware of how humorous his expression was― I snorted, my hand dashing to my mouth to stifle laughter. I was so pushed to ask how he felt as he looked at me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a stutter. Wayne inclined his head to the side, as he must have noticed the way I immediately compressed my lips when the words refused to come out. “H... how―” my voice cracked and I gave a shallow cough
Wayne’s groan almost sounded like a howl as the vibration coursed through his body. While my own orgasm subsided, a feeling of satiation surged through me. ͞ ! WARNING: CHAPTER― SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV I looked up at Wayne to find his eyes still roaming mine. Somehow, I saw a look of passionate need in them, and I did not really know if they were real, and for me. Just to be sure, I asked, “Are you…” my voice trailed off and I bit my lower lip. I could not help but look down, only taking a sneak peek at my Mate. Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Go on,” he urged. “I was trying to ask if you are now less drunk―,” I paused. “I mean, clear-headed…” Wayne’s eyes narrowed. “― Sober!” I blurted. “That should be the best word,” I murmured. I did not think Wayne even heard it, but the way he rolled his eyes was so noticeable― somewhat rude to me. I looked down once again, my cheeks flushing with emba
I racked my head to remember more of the things that happened, but all my efforts ended up vague and only resulted in a migraine. ͞ PHYLLIS’ POV I watched as the witch healer stooped to round off the last step of changing the bandages on Mother’s unhealed injury. My eyes were also fixated on her when she rose and turned to me, her countenance sullen. I folded my arms and cocked my head to the side, “What is it?” The witch healer shook her head, coming to the table, which I leaned on, to grab the hand towel. “I am so sorry, Ace, but due to the Oak oath taken by witches before the merge, wounds created by a Wolf have been immune to our magic and also cannot heal quickly,” the witch said as she wiped her hands with the towel. “So what are you intending to say, the wound cannot heal for a long time?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. The witch nodded a reply. “It is deep, but not so severe. It will
There is no denial; the moon goddess would certainly come at me if I should take any action that is outside the rules of the wolves. In addition, I would never step my feet in the Shore again, never! ͞ WAYNE’S POV My hands wandered to zip up my fly as confusion raked through my head. Everything seemed to be a mess and what made it worse was the fact that Elspeth kept moving with unease. This time, she stood up to wear her dress and I looked away, the steady pounding in my head causing me to shut my eyes for a moment. It was becoming unbearable, my body felt so weak, and so were my bones, not excepting that I felt light prickles on my skin. I struggled to get on my feet and after staggering more than twice, I finally found my footing. I turned to Elspeth. I could not see her clearly in the dark and I did not want to activate my super sight either, but I could see the way her eyes glistened despite the darkness as she stared at me. I hawkey
My eyes were riveted on the filthy surface of this platter that seemed to inculcate a feeling of dread in me. Something about it was not right and as much as I tried to pull my eyes away, the stygian potency that hovered about would not let me. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I had made a decision. There was no going back. “Repeat after me, I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me…” was Deveron’s shady voice, jolting me back to reality, “…that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack.” “I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me, that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack,” my dull response came. I looked up at the crowd when I heard the low murmuring coming from them. I felt the urge to sigh. Were these creatures going to resent me for eternity? This was an initiation for Moon goddess’ sake! “Drink. Now.” I hurriedly brought the rim of the cup to my mouth and guzzled down its content. My face scrunched up a
The stinging persisted and I found myself jerking under her touch. Brazing myself up, I struggled to get my limb off Fiona’s hold, but it was obvious that her powers were far greater than mine was. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “These are the only books I could collect,” Phyllis breathed out as she dropped the pile of heavy books on the floor. I peered down from the bed where I sat crossing my legs and then my eyes wandered to squint at the witch, who clapped away the dust from her hands. “Where did you get these?” I asked as I leapt down to the floor. I shuffled through the volumes to find out that they were just what I loved to read― History, fantasy, mystery and um… oh well, “Trilogy of an Alpha’s demeanor?” I laughed out as I thumbed the wordings on the navy blue cover, which had golden engraving at the corners. I opened the book to its first page to find the preface inscribed with tiny times new roman font. Fortunately, the whole of the