Kayleigh “Andrei, this is the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. But I don’t want to keep stringing you. I’m so sorry. Yes, I’m with someone else."  “Why? How?” Pain mars his handsome face. It’s taking every bit of myself not to coil my arms around him. “I don’t know. It sort of just happened. You’re not asking who? That means you know who it is.” I’m relieved that I don’t have to mention Cillian’s name knowing that it would hurt more that I’ve chosen his childhood nemesis over him.  “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who took you from me.” Rubbing his jaw, he doesn’t take his eyes off me. “I’m sorry, Andrei.” “I was gone for a little over two weeks. We’ve been apart longer in the past --- months, even. But you’ve never looked at other men. Cillian must be really special.” “I don’t know what to say or how to respond with that.” “I feel betrayed, malyshka. By the person I care the most a

Andrei I pull over the Blue Blood manor’s parking lot and make my way to the back. It’s the last thing I want to do. It’s the last place I want to be at. Kayleigh gutted me today. I know I told her I’m not letting her go and I’ll be around but I didn’t mean right now. I’d prefer drowning myself in alcohol, wallowing the fact that Kayleigh is with Cillian, and blaming myself for waiting this long to make my move with Kayleigh. “Fuck. You said only a few people will be here? Sounds like there’s a circus back there.” Even though I don’t see who all are at the fire pit, I can hear and smell that there’s more than what was told to me earlier. “I didn’t know. Reagan said she’d bring some friends. Not sure how many she brought. I’m sorry for dragging you here. I appreciate your help, though.” I glance at the woman walking right next to me. Kinsley. I never thought I’d see the day when the high and mighty Kinsley would come to me to ask for a favor. Given the recent red wolves

 Cillian Everyone is gone. Only Kayleigh and I are left by the bonfire. She’s straddling my lap as I sit comfortably on an outdoor wooden chair. I take control of our kiss, angling my head so I can ravish her mouth with haste and urgency.   She groans when I slip my tongue pass her lips the same time I pull her center on my growing erection. I cup her butt cheeks and pull her tightly against my body.  Kayleigh must think I was oblivious on her display of jealousy when Reagan was clinging herself on Andrei.  It’s not even our bond as mates that exposed her jealousy. It was just that fucking obvious in plain sight. Everyone around us could see how uncomfortable she was when Reagan was plastering herself all over Andrei.  It fucking hurts like hell to see the love of your life display any kind of affection to someone else other than you. It’s eating me from the insi

Cillian “Rogues!” As soon as the word leaves Gunner’s mouth, a burly man pushes him on the floor while two of them jump on me. “Fucking shitheads!” I raise my fists up to cover my face but a strong kick in my gut cuts my breathing. I duck down but not fast enough to avoid the heavy punch directed to my face. Shit. That’s going to bruise. Blood drips from my nose and mouth. The taste of bood makes my blood boil. Gunner and I were caught off guard and find ourselves at the end of fists and steel-toe boots. When I finally get my bearings together, I manage to catch one foot that’s about to land on my chest and break the guy’s ankle. Two men flock on me while the other two are still stomping on Gunner. The moonshine really did a number on us. Gunner and I are skilled fighters but I’m finding it hard to throw steady punches. I use my pent-up frustration from not being able to punch Andrei in the face freely and hit the rogue closest to me on the face. I give him a warnin

Kayleigh “Are you sure about your plans?” Husky voice breaks the stillness as he wraps his muscular arms around me from behind. “I am very sure. One hundred percent sure. Your place is nice and cozy but we gotta go back to Ireland soon.” I tilt my head to give him access to my neck. I moan when he runs his lips and juts his tongue to leave a trail of wet line from my neck to the tip of my shoulder. “There’s no turning back, malyshka.” His baritone voice makes my center quiver. “There’s no turning back, malyshka,” I echo him, in a low, husky voice. “That’s not how I sound like,” he says sounding a bit annoyed at me. I giggle and turn around. I melt into him as I listen to the words that come out of his lips. By now, I’m pretty sure that this couldn’t be real. It must be a dream. My arms are coiled around Andrei’s neck without worry of doing anything wrong or hurting anyone. Definitely a dream. But I don’t want to wake up just yet. I want to see how this dream plays out.