I’m not sure what taste lingers in my mouth right now. Her skin, her cunt or her blood. They all mix together in my mouth and despite the fact I still did not get to fulfill our mating bond, I am content and peaceful right now. My mate is sleeping on my chest, on the world's most uncomfortable sofa.Her head is tucked right under my chin and my arms are wrapped around her as she has slipped under the blanket, resting her naked body right on top of mine. The mesh set of underwear has been long discarded on the floor and she now wore multiple bitemarks and bruises I could not stop myself from putting on her skin. Despite the eagerness to consume our mating ritual, I knew I had to give her a break. She was so frail, my mate, that I was afraid she would break and unravel right into my hands if I pushed her too far.There were plenty of things Knox found wrong with all this. He has not gotten the chance to feel and ride out his own pleasure. I was a madman for spending half a night pleasu

I am unsure of what is more terrifying. The way Killian walks with me, with a hand on my lower back, guiding me and controlling each of my move, or the cold dead stares I am receiving as soon as we walk into the dining room. Just like our bedroom, this place looked like it was pulled out of some vintage catalog. It was clear everything was old but taken care of. And I was afraid to be near anything. As I stop in the doorframe of the room, Killian stops with me, sinking his fingers into my back as if warning me to not make a scene. A lump blocks my throat and once again I realize I should have not allowed such things to happen. "Behave, little doe. I'd rather not spend our night having to punish you -" he growls in my ear, his voice low, menacing. Was this a promise or a threat? I feel my cheeks heat up and a rush of warmth spreads all over my body, making me clench my thighs and grit my teeth. " Now, now-" he continues, his nose brushing over my ear. "Don't pull this on me. It's a

I am not very familiar with my surroundings, so, every turn comes a surprise and I almost fall on my ass each time I have to take a sharp turn. I know he is behind me. I could not see him. I was too busy running to just look behind, but I somehow knew I would not see him. I could not explain this strange feeling. It almost felt as if he was nothing but a shadow when he wanted to be.It felt as if he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was some sort of a strange thought I had, but did not dare to speak out loud. I have never heard of a wolf being capable of doing this. Especially one who had grown right into the heart of a city and not in contact with nature and its own roots.I take another sharp turn and suck in an abrupt breath as I almost walk right into the blonde woman who was already not fond of me. A short yelp escapes me and I close my eyes tightly, knowing damn well I will crash into her, and I will have to live my life knowing I hurt my mother in law on my first

If he thought I was going to come crawling, he could as well start buying lottery tickets and aim for the big win! I sink back into the armchair and let out a low groan, rubbing my temples as I try to calm my frenzied heart. This was insane! This whole thing was madness!Then why do I want to burst into that room and crawl into his lap -I slowly move my hand over the mark on my shoulder and a soft shiver rushes through me. Was this the effect of the mating mark? Or was I truly craving this man to the point I could feel it in my bones. It was almost as if he had carved his name inside of me, marking me as his. As his belonging. And I wanted nothing more but to return to him and allow him to do whatever he saw fit with me.As I open my eyes, I realize I had fallen asleep into the armchair. A blanket has been laid over me, to keep me warm and I feel slightly overheated. I blink a few times, trying to push away the sleep haze and blur, while I look around, trying to make out something in

I think I married a monster. This man does not give me a break. He does not allow me to catch my breath and by the time he is close to satiate his own hunger, I can't even feel my legs. Wave after wave of pleasure has crashed over me again and again. It was hard to think coherently right now and I didn't know if I could even talk coherently right now. I don't think there is anyone out there with this kind of stamina and burning lust, but right now, what he gave me before we married is not even close to tonight. A beast. A monster focused on pleasure and pleasuring, who forgot limits, who forgot there was a world out there who might hear us. When he's done with me I am laying on my side, with a mess of a mind, while he lays on his back, a barely tired smirk drawn on his face, small beads of sweat shimmering on his whole body, making him look as if he was out of this world. The scars on his body were leaving gentle shades on what could have been a perfect skin and I feel drawn to one