All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Julian’s POV“Tell me you love me,” she said again, her face just inches from mine.My lips were wet with her. I was still shaking from what I had done to her body. I could hardly breathe. I was not sure if she could hear my heart pounding. I looked into her eyes, sharp, beautiful. And I said it.“I love you,” I said. “Every bit of you.”Her lips curled like she didn’t fully believe me… but liked hearing it anyway."Say it again," she said."I love you," I said slower. "I love your voice, I love your skin, your body. I love the way you look at me. I love the way you taste. I love…”“Are you just horny?” she cut in softly, raising a brow. “Or do you mean it?”My mouth opened, but nothing came out at first.Because truth was… I didn’t know.Yes, I was horny. I was throbbing under my boxers. She had me undone. But part of me meant it, too.No woman had ever made me feel like this. Not even Callister. Maybe Penelope.A flash of her face crossed my mind. The only girl who ever made me f

Penelope’s POVThe boats reached the shore slowly. One after the other, we docked, and everyone got down.Nobody said much.It was silent, a silence that communicated too many things without actual words. The guards were quick in moving us along, helping us carry bags from the boats to dry land. Daemon gave new orders as soon as his boots hit the ground.“Let’s move. Stay alert. Everyone to your rides,” he said.His voice was sharp and calm, just like always.We followed without question.We climbed into our rides and started the long journey back home. Nobody talked on the way. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, thinking about everything and nothing at once.Julian was somewhere behind us. I could feel it. Even though I wasn’t looking.Callister sat beside her father in front, and I stayed in the back, quiet, holding my thoughts tight.The ride was long, and the road was quiet.By the time we pulled into the pack grounds, the moon was high. The gates opened, and

Penelope’s POVHer expression faltered slightly. "You can't be serious." I stabbed a lump of meat with my fork and shoved it in my mouth. "I don't know, am I?" "You're saying that to mess with me," she stated, leaning back and squinting at me.I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”She leaned forward, her voice lower now. “That hickey looks fresh, Penelope.”“What are you, a hickey expert?” I asked.She didn’t smile. “Who gave it to you?”I grinned like the devil himself. “Julian did.”Her brow twitched, but she didn’t flinch. “Liar.”I placed my fork down and tilted my head at her “Why not Julian?”“Because I know him,” Callister said tightly. “He wouldn’t even try that, not with you. Not unless he wanted to die.”I let out a soft laugh, brushing imaginary dust off my sleeve. “So dramatic.”“I’m not joking, Penelope. Who was it?” Her voice wasn’t playful anymore.I leaned in, teasing. “Guess.”She blinked. “Lucas?”I laughed way too loud, and leaned back into my chair holding my stomach.“

Celeste’s POVI pressed a soft kiss to Callister’s forehead, brushing a few strands of her hair aside.“Get some rest, darling,” I whispered. “The war is never won in one night.”She didn’t respond, but her eyes followed me. Poor girl, she had no idea it took a lot of strength to lose gracefully. I left her bedroom, gently closing the door behind me, leaving behind the fire's warmth with her.The hall was dim. My heels clicked lightly on the stone as I walked and before long, I saw Ezra approaching. Always calm. Always watching.“How is she?” I asked him, keeping my tone light and casual, like we were talking about the weather.“A bit bruised,” he said. “But she’s fine. Resting now.”"That's good," I said lightly smiling. "She's tougher than she looks."Ezra turned and walked ahead, guiding me toward our bedroom. Once we arrived, he opened the door for me without being told. Good boy.I stepped inside slowly, letting out a small laugh as I looked around.“Hmm… enough drama for one ni

Daemon’s POVShe sounded exhausted, small, but completely trusting which she didn't even know she was doing. She looked like she was testing me, or trying to make a joke out of it, but her fingers curled up slightly like they were waiting for comfort when she said it so I could tell she had meant it. I stared at her for a moment, then without saying anything, I lifted her by slipping one arm under her thighs and one around her back, which was almost effortless. As I lifted her, she let out a small shocked breath and buried her face into the curve of my neck. Her body relaxed right into mine, and for the moment, it felt like she was safe in the only place she had ever felt it.The soft warmth of her skin against the towel was comforting. I told myself I was only doing the right thing, getting her in bed and comfortable. It wasn't that I was protesting about doing the right thing, but the way she felt in my arms, soft, delicate, and totally innocent could not be forgotten. "You like b