Offering My Neck To You Novels & Stories

she ordered generously, her kindness helping to dispel any lingering discomfort from our previous conversation. "No, you don't have to, Ysabell. I could buy my own," I insisted, shaking my head to refuse her generous offer. "Really?" she raised an eyebrow in surprise at my response. "Yeah," I affirmed, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of accepting such an extravagant gift. Ysabell pouted slightly as she spotted a majestic necklace in a grand glass case nearby. "How about that? It suits you," she suggested, gesturing towards the stunning piece.

I just want to kiss those red, plumpy lips until the dawn breaks. Wait, I am an offering and sacrifice. But what kind of sacrifice?

He growled as his hand on my neck tightened. Well, news travels fast. Nick already got hold of the issue earlier. “I-I didn’t mean to,” I choked out. “I-I already-dy clocked o-out—“ “That doesn’t give you enough reason to decline such an offer.” He growled into my ear and I almost ran out of breath. “I’ve been giving you too many favors these days. You deserve a little punishment to straighten that brain of yours.” He pinched my neck and suddenly released me.

"I decided to separate from my men," he began, his voice devoid of emotion. "And to get you to the most secure place I could find—so you could grant your wish." I scoffed. "My wish, which is?" "Separating my head from the rest of my body." He replied without hesitation. What a joke. He thinks I can buy that? That he would just offer his neck to me without putting up a fight? "So you must've been looking forward to today," I snapped, my hands clenching into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. "So you can rub it in my face that you figured my plans out."

Marcus turned his head more, showing more of his throat. Jacob’s head lowered with the weight of what Marcus was offering him. He nodded once. “If that is your wish, I would be honored.” Marcus didn’t move from his submissive stance. With a sigh, Jacob reached out and touched two fingers to the offered throat. “I will do my very best to make you and your family proud.”

" You will always be a potential prey! I offer you your only real chance of freedom. You just have to let yourself go and enjoy." It rises above me towards my neck... I moan pitifully. Is he right? My desire for freedom was utopian? I can only end up like my mother offering my body to the one who promises to protect me? I arch my back as he licks my skin near my carotid artery. '' Please... I begged." "What do you want ?" "Not that ! Leave me..." His teeth rub against my throat. " Relax! " He orders me. "Soon, you won't be able to do without it!"

’ It won't exceed, it will never exceed now if I give in to just what he wanted, still: “Then, have me. I am literally offering myself to you right now.” I spoke with anxiousness, my hand slowly moving back to his jaw as I caressed it. This man who lives in a world filled with darkness suddenly looks like a cute little boy who was unwilling, yet, willing.

“You might want to practice what you’re going to say.” I started pacing. “I was thinking I’d start with the terms. Binny’s release in exchange for my… services.” “Services.” Nala snorted. “That’s what we’re calling it?” “What would you call it?” “Selling your body to a man who might kill you for sport.” “That’s less catchy.” She almost smiled. “Try again. And don’t say services. It sounds like you’re offering to clean his cabin.” I ran my hands through my hair. “Fine. I’ll say… I’ll offer myself to him. Completely. No conditions.”

I whispered in a croaked voice. “I know you don’t want to be here. I can help you to run away.” He said, loosening his grip. “My offer is a price for freedom. Think about it carefully.” He said, moving to my neck. I was stiff, lost in the unfathomable dilemma where I didn't know what to do. He moved and placed a kiss over my neck. I shivered when his lips made contact with my skin. I closed my eyes as a tear fell and I made up my mind to do what I should. I inhaled deeply, made a fist and screamed,

“They are not asking for land and they are not asking for trade and they are not asking for concessions that can be negotiated and bargained away. They are asking for you to kneel and they are asking for you to disappear and they are asking for the memory of what you did to be erased from the pack that you saved.” The word hung between us and it pressed against my chest like a weight that I could not lift. Kneel. I turned back toward the center of the hall and the Alphas watched us without speaking and I walked forward and each step was steady because I could not let them see the doubt that was tearing me apart. “I have considered your offer,” I said and my voice carried across the hall beca