جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 70

The sun's already up, but I don't feel like moving yet. One large hand rests on my breast, cupping it possessively, while another spreads over my stomach, tucked up under my top. Long, muscular legs tangle with mine, a big solid body pressed against my back, shielding me from the wind. Strong. Protective. I squirm when I feel something hard poking against my lower back. Even through our clothing, I can feel him. "In more ways than one." I hear him mutter before his lips find the curve of my jaw. "How could I stay asleep when you keep wiggling and rubbing against me?" His hand kneads me through my lacy bra. His mouth trails kisses, nibbles, and licks down my neck like he's tasting me, sending a zing of electricity straight to my core. I sigh and tilt my head back, giving his talented mouth more room. His mouth latches onto the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, sucking. I feel his teeth and canines pressing against my skin. My heart's hammering like crazy. He's going to mark me. I

We're back on the acres of private land up the little hill, sitting in the exact same spot as before with a checkered blanket on the ground. We feast on pizza, mozzarella sticks, eclairs, and pop like last time. The only difference is it's daytime now, so I can actually see. The view is just as wonderful from up here. I can make out the roofs of the houses below, their pools, their yards. "This is a great place to spy on your neighbors," I tell him, getting up to walk to the edge of the drop off for a better look. Someone's having a pool party down there, and a couple of women are sunbathing a few houses over. I'm kind of glad we can't see our own house from up here. "Is anyone famous living down there?" He shrugs. "No idea." He wipes his hands on a napkin before gracefully getting up to stand beside me. I still can't get over how elegantly he moves. "I'm not a celebrity stalker or anything, but wouldn't it be cool to know if some famous actor lives nearby?" He frowns, says so

"It's expected of us, Your Highness. It's your duty." Seraphina's voice sounds half pleading. "Your mother expects us to be mated before we go back, and they expect us to be back soon. You have to do this for our kind." "I don't have to do anything. In case I haven't been clear enough all these years, Seraphina, listen to this, and listen well. I will never make you my mate. Now get out!" His voice is loud enough that every werewolf and lycan in the vicinity can probably hear him. "Why do you hate me so much? Am I not beautiful enough for you?" she asks him. "Is it that new woman downstairs? You hhad your fun with her, now it's time to get rid of her like you did the others. She's nothing but a lowly commoner---" "Enough!" Julian snarls. "Watch what you say about her." "I'm sorry, Your Highness," she says quickly. "I didn't mean to anger you, but I'm just reminding you of your obligations to your family---" "Again, you're forgetting your place. I don't need a reminder from

Everyone except Corbin and Seraphina is in the great room when we get back to the house. Caspian, standing in the middle of the room, turns to face us as soon as we step in. " I know this is not What you two want to hear right now, but we have to back to Germany. We have be summoned."Julian's body freezes beside me. His hand tightens around mine. His relaxed, playful demeanor vanishes. A torrent of anger, frustration, and a slew of other negative emotions pour out of him, hitting me like a ton of bricks to the head before it slams shut. His beautiful face goes cold, inscrutable."When?" His voice is curt, steely."They want us back by tomorrow evening," Silas answers. "The jet will be ready and waiting at dawn.""No, we can't make it back by tomorrow night. We shouldn't," Caspian says. "Seraphina's in no condition to travel by tomorrow.""Do they know about her?" Julian asks.The men exchange grim looks. "Not yet." This time it's Darius who replies. "I'd rather they see her once she

That's it! "Hey!" I slam my hand on the table. The plates, cups, and cutlery rattle. Serena grabs my hand the same way she grabbed Silas's. "She's taunting us. She's just looking for a fight. Don't indulge her," Serena says. Too late. "Hey what?" Seraphina turns to face me, her expression full of challenge. "You don't talk to her like that," I growl through gritted teeth. "Or what? What are you going to do?" she challenges, the corners of her mouth curling into a sneer. "Are you going to kill me?" I jump up from my chair. "Yes!" I hiss in her face. I want to smack that smirk right off her. The lycan in me still craves her blood for the remarks about taking my mate away from me. Never come between a werewolf or a lycan and their mate, they say. She should know better than to keep goading me. Is she stupid, or does she have a death wish? The grip I've had on my lycan since last night isn't very strong. I can feel its fragile threads snapping. Serena tightens her hold on my hand