Gustav's POVHer breathing was coming in hard and hot against my nose and cheek. She shrieked at the instance of my fingers brushing past the opening of her cunt. The sticky cream that greeted my fingers escalated my desires beyond the mundane to a realm full of milk and rainbows.Kissing her and finger fucking her soaking walls at the same time was all it took to bulge my dormant dick to action. It pulsed beneath my suit pants, begging for freedom like a caged animal set free.She pulled back from the kiss and mumbled some words that sounded like a plea."Don't... stop.., Alpha Gustav." Her left had found my right hand on her cunt, gripping it tightly. She definitely was enjoying the sneaky entrance.I wondered how she would feel when I devoured her. My grand entrance would leave her begging for more."You're a pathetic slut, Wild Dog." I kissed the inside of her neck, savoring the scent of the flowery air freshener in my room that lingered on her pale skin. Blood salivated, purring fr

Ludovic's POV"Iris"Her name was the first thing I said when I woke up. It was the last thing I saw as well. In the troubling nightmare, I saw her dragged and bruised in a dark torture house. I swore that I'd come for her and rip out the heart of her oppressors, chopping them into a heart salad- if there was a thing like it.Moments ago, in the front of the burning Morning Sun Motel, Amber and I were kind of getting to know each other more, but somehow, I found myself tucked under my blanket in my own bed. I didn't understand how fast I was transported to my own castle, tucked in bed in my cotton pyjamas. We can talk about how my dress got changed later, but now, there was something more pressing at hand."Amber." I sat up on the bed and gradually peeled my eyes open to see a couple of maids standing with their backs hunched, and their covered hair bowed. Looking into the eye of a Lycan king was almost punishable by ostracisation. Father made the law, not me."How did I get here?" I

Iris' POVIt's been three days at Gustav's mansion. Lois had been the kindest person in the world to me, showering me with love and her big fat smile that puffed her cheeks up. The day she saved me from the claws of Gustav, she had led me into a room of my own, so large to believe it was mine alone to use.The room had all the best of exquisite polished mahogany from the bed to the ten feet tall wardrobe, and the dresser that had a mirror with ambient lighting around it. It was designed to fit a woman's needs.The velvety drapes are those kinds that could only be found in palaces. The air was cool and refreshing as well. I sank into the bed with my limbs spread wide on it, reveling in the thought of sleeping in a room as large as that. It could stand the taste of modernity anywhere in the world.I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't having a bad dream of some sort, but it wasn't. Screaming at the top of my lungs was something I was tempted to do, but I thought against it. I don't want

Ludovic's POVIt's been two weeks since I saw Iris. It is okay to admit that I was losing it gradually from my want for her. She was the fixer I had searched the lengths of the earth for, but other than the necessity of my health, I'm beginning to develop strange feelings for her.Yes, she was good in bed, but she was more than a night stand. I wanted to have her every night of my life.I strolled to the mini bar in the sitting room to pour myself a glass of Scotch. I could mind-link one of the servants to bring it up to my room, but I thought against it. I needed to move out of my room to get my hazy thoughts cleared. I poured myself a glass and scooped three cubes of ice into it nonchalantly. Perhaps, the sharp sensation would clear my head to vividness.I wanted Iris. The feel of her soft pale skin against my body hadn't left my head. It was as if I could feel her presence around me everywhere I went. ''Am I going crazy?" I took a sip of the scotch and grimaced. "Yes, I'm going cr

Ludovic's POV"Wait... what?!" My father exclaimed."You heard me right, Frederick." She flattened."But, we made a pact with the humans."She turned slowly to look him in the eye. Her black hooded cape followed every turn her body made, giving her an aura of authority even my father cannot compromise. "Do you want your son to live?""Yes, but_""Give him human blood to drink," she strangled. " That's the only way the poison will be contained.""If this is not a permanent remedy you're proposing," Klein added, " the humans will revolt. We have a protracted war barking down our doors already, we can't afford to bring another war upon our heads.""Then leave your king to die." Her voice was raw and monotonous. There was no hint of emotion in them. I suppose practicing witchcraft for as long as forever tend to bleach the humanity one has.I struggled to stand up to my feet, but I was too weak to raise myself. The pain weakened my limbs, and slowed down my heart beat. Never have I imagined