I subconsciously moved back, not aware as I bumped my behind into what felt like a wall, only that now it no longer seemed so to be as a strong hand tugged at my arm and pulled me out of the shop to where I knew not of. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Her expression was indifferent, but I would not have known that she was intrigued by the quite big, pierced drawing of a Manticore at the side of my belly if I did not notice the short twitch of her lip. You see, I was one of the types who had a huge spot for Dragons since I was a boy and despite growing up, things remained the same. Only that I was now more obsessed with this Lion-dragon creature called the Manticore. Her countenance suddenly aired tranquility as she looked up at me with a smile crossing her lips. “Next time, you should ask for a pair of new clothes before running into the bathroom,” She pronounced, leaning her spear against the wall and tugging me out of the bathroom. She got in and loc
Despite being surprised at the verity that I was going to have a new maiden just when I thought Phyllis would take me to some part of the tower for hard work, I was more surprised that I seemed to have perceived my scent on this woman. Her scent too was familiar to me, making me feel I had met her somewhere. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Everything happened so fast and left nothing to my imagination; initially from the strong hand grabbing me, to everything around turning blurred, then to my back hitting painfully against a real wall. I groaned as I fell to a squatting position, trying to recover from the sudden speed with which the unknown carried me. I slowly looked up, surprised to see Phyllis standing before me, her eyes glaring down at me with fierce demeanor. I groaned, “What was that for?” “You obviously do not know how things go on here, do you? How could you just stand before a crowd of wolves and witches, looking sheepishly aro
I felt a swoon, and it was worse when her fingers slithered its way down to sensationally rub on my chest. My eyes narrowed, feeling the chills that coursed through my body… letting it flush to my parted lips as her moving hand reached for the rim of my pants and pulled at it. I winced just as I felt a strong hand on my right shoulder…calm but steely voice came behind me. ͞ ELSPETH’S POV “I am a wolf, my Lord,” I replied with naivety evident in my voice, though I had already reckoned what led to this query. I could not help but look up at my new Master, his eyes remained upon me; he never looked away. Instead, as I locked gazes with him, his became intense, his head titling crosswise as he undoubtedly accessed my facial features. I could not help myself as I looked from his deep-set narrowed eyes, to the way his thin-lined lips steadily pulled to a lopsided leer. His features were so virile, especially his resilient jawline and the fresh
Think of it yourself; is it possible for a male Demon to father a Wolf, or for a male Wolf to father a Demon?” Deveron asked, leaving me totally lost for words. ͞ WAYNE’S POV The older woman tilted her head to stare at me for a moment and then turned around, gesturing to follow her. I hesitated even after she left me and kept walking toward the opposite direction of my chamber. I turned to Fiona, only to realize she still had her eyes on me despite the kisses her partner showered on her neck. It was then that I even got to note that all the Ladies in the hall almost had the same heights, and their beauty was extraordinary. “Wolf?” I heard the older woman call and I tore my gaze from Fiona, turning to the woman who now urged me, again, with a gesture to follow her. I obeyed in a disinclined manner. She led me towards a path that took us to the staircase; and after we had slowly ascended a few stairs, we arrived
There were many fragments of thoughts in my head and I was unable to piece the information together, yet I was the son of the Fire-pall Pack Alpha. ͞ WAYNE’S POV My lips clamped and my eyes narrowed at Deveron like that of a technician analyzing his newly finished work. I did not know what to say, yet I thought of it. It was not indeed possible for that to happen, except that his Mate was a different kind and most times, the outcome was always a hybrid. However, since Mother was a demon, we are talking about the possibility of two Demons having a Werewolf child then. An instinct told me not to believe this witch, yet another kept convincing me that what she stated was true. Nonetheless, could I really be the son of a Wolf? “Right!” the witch replied to my thought. She tilted her head and gave me a lopsided smile. “Your so-called Father had committed numerous atrocities aside from betrayal. I am sure you are aware of how Matin
Just when I thought she was going to let our lips make contact, Elspeth leaned in to me, drawing closer as I flicked my eyes between her juicy lips and her ocean orbs. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I sensed a feeling. Someone was coming. Actually, my Mate was coming. She silently walked in like a cat, curtsying and then moving over to the wardrobe. I flicked my eyes to her feet because how can a living being walk this smoothly without a single sound made from her feet? Anyhow, this time, I had the urge to speak with her. “Elspeth,” I called fondly, getting her attention. She turned around to face me and curtsied again. I nodded, acknowledging her obeisance as I uncrossed my legs and got out of bed, moving to the study table. I took up my sword and leaned on the table before unsheathing the steel and peering at the sharp, light reflected blade. I turned my attention to Elspeth and I noted that she never raised her head to look at me t
I found the drive to kiss him more, probe his lips and run my tongue in his mouth, give him pleasure by deriving a great length of pleasure myself. ͞ Her lips quivered, I did not know why, and a pleasurable sensation coursed through me, sending chills down my spine and causing Goosebumps to erupt through my skin. I shut my eyes and my arms jerked shortly as I allowed the sudden new feeling to settle. This was my very first kiss, the very first time my lips touched another. However, unlike what I learnt in those steamy books, Elspeth’s lips remained unmoving. I badly wanted her to slide her tongue into my mouth and let our lips move in sync, but on the contrary, she left me hanging, slowly drawing back to take a good look at me. I smiled soothingly, noticing how well heated I was, as she was― for I could already smell her arousal. ELSPETH’S POV How and when did God create this man, was it that he waited an eternity to map
His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me. There was something about his eyes…they instilled, in me, the same frosty feeling as that of the green-eyed wolf. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I would not cap it. This Fire-pall Tower was so big, lofty, and spacious that it was able to contain the crowd that clustered in and out of it. I made my way along the passage, through the path that all the servants, who passed me, followed. They still did not spare me the long and surprised stares they gave me. I was so sure they were yet to know who I was and were just surprised to see a total stranger freely walking along one of the upper hallways of the Tower without restriction. I turned to the staircase, a groan escaping my lips as I ran my way up the steps, but boy was it so tiring that it got to a point where my speed demented and I had to support myself with the banister. This