Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes. Taking his sweet time, Draven lifted a hand and ran it through Belinda's hair. His fingers weren't gentle, his nails scraping her scalp as they went. When he got up from his seat, his hands still gripped her skull tightly, bearing down on her neck as he rounded the table. He stood directly behind her, in the middle of her legs and in front of her bare pussy. Belinda stared straight ahead at the now empty chair, wondering what would come next. She moaned when she felt the thick head of his erecti
There were few things Belinda owned, and even fewer things she wanted to take to her new residence. So, as she climbed down the stairs, she carried only a suitcase and a smaller duffel bag. She was halfway to the front door when Cecily stormed towards her, a deadly glare on her face. Belinda stopped a smile from spreading across her lips. She'd almost been worried her bratty stepsister wouldn't show up. "You bitch!" Cecily screeched so loudly, that it shook the roof. "You witch! You devil! You did this!" "What are you talking about?" Belinda decided to play dumb. Grabbing both of Belinda's shoulders, Cecily violently shook her. "It's all your fault! You did it on purpose, didn't you? You were jealous Derek loved me more than he loved you, so you embarrassed me." A vein throbbed in Belinda's temple as her eyes darkened in anger. Just as violently, she shoved Cecily's hands off her shoulders. "How is it my fault you were sleeping with my mate? Did I force you to fuck him? If
The SUV pulled up once more in the underground garage of the skyscraper, and Marcus halted it in front of the elevator doors. Belinda got down from the car and proceeded to open up the back. Once she'd gotten her luggage out, she nodded politely at Marcus. "Thank you again." The auburn-haired man playfully saluted her as he drove to pack with the other cars. Belinda could tell he had softened towards her. Perhaps it was the pathetic mother-daughter squabble he'd witnessed that had done the trick. Anyhow, Belinda had a feeling he'd be useful to her in the future. The penthouse was empty when Belinda entered. She decided that that was good. While the sex with the Lycan was amazing, having him around all the time couldn't be good for her physical and mental health. She used her alone time to unpack, getting used to her new surroundings. Only after she was done did she realize how hungry she was. As she headed to the kitchen to see what she could find, her phone dinged in her pocket
Cecily clenched her teeth as she stared at the screen of her phone, her arms vibrating from anger. The family publicist had done his job and taken down all posts relating to the engagement party, but more just kept popping up. --She's such a slut. This one can't keep her legs closed to save her life.-- --Her sister's fiancé. Seriously? And on their engagement party too.-- --This is so funny. Do I feel bad that I'm happy someone I hate is in fact not a good person? Not. One. Bit.-- The comments were endless. These people just couldn't keep her out of their mouths. Even humans were talking. Absentmindedly biting her blue acrylic nails, Cecily moved to Instagram, only to confirm she'd lost thousands of followers. Why was everyone coming after her? What had she done so wrong? With her teeth, Cecily scrapped the color off her nails. This was all Belinda's fault. None of this would have happened if not for Belinda. "I said no one should bother me!" Swerving to face her
Draven was still not in when Belinda returned from her meeting with Lexie. Rather than the house being completely empty, however, when Belinda walked into the kitchen, she met Luisa packing groceries into the fridge. The Asian woman smiled on noticing her standing at the doorway. "You're back." Luisa slammed the fridge shut and moved to wash her hands in the sink. "How's your jaw?" Absentmindedly, Belinda brought her hand to her face. "It's fine." She hadn't witnessed its healing because she'd been unconscious. The medicine she'd been given had been strong. Only now did she wonder what had been in that drink. "Excuse me, but what did you feed me last night?" "You mean what was in the cup? It was diluted wolfsbane." Luisa answered. "It may be poisonous to werewolves, but just a little can relieve your pain. It wasn't supposed to knock you out, though. I was worried for a minute but the doctor said you were alright." Belinda nodded, taking in the fact that she'd literally been
It was like any other kiss, yet totally different. Belinda tilted her head to the side, allowing her to deepen the liplock, and she was met with just as much enthusiasm. Chloe gently bit her lower lip, and Belinda matched the gesture with her tongue running over the blonde's upper lip. Reaching out, Belinda cupped one of her full perky breasts and squeezed. Chloe moaned in appreciation. Pupils dilated as the two gorgeous women made out. Draven's men had never seen a more beautiful or arousing sight. Deep down, they felt envious of their boss, who had proven time and time again that he could get any woman he wanted. The man in question just leaned back on the couch, casually watching the two women smooch, a smirk on his lips. Very aware of the eyes on her, Belinda slowly pulled away from Chloe. She then turned to her audience, seductively tilting her head and raising an eyebrow, as if asking whether they'd enjoyed the show. Ashamed of themselves, the men diverted their gazes everywher
Down on her hands and knees, Belinda stared down at the pale pink flesh of Chloe's cunt. The opening glistened with her juices, the creamy liquid slowly dripping onto the bed. Belinda was hesitating, but she couldn't back out now. She'd already come this far. Lowering her head, she flattened her tongue over the vagina, running it up till she flicked Chloe's clitoris. Chloe whimpered, her body writhing where she lay. Belinda took it as a sign the blonde was pleased with her actions. Her strokes grew more confident, and her tongue worked faster. Soon enough, Belinda felt a finger poke into her sheath, and her pupils dilated as pleasure lighted her nerves. That finger was joined by two more, and Belinda decided then that she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her head from Chloe's vagina, a moan escaping her throat. Draven was not pleased. "Did I give you permission to stop?" He snarled. Belinda took the hint. Bending back down, she returned to her position between Chloe's legs.
Standing behind his set on a raised podium, a hand on one ear of his headset, the DJ played songs through the many speakers in the outdoor hall. One could tell he was proud of his mix, from the way he enthusiastically bopped his head to the music. The dancefloor below was scanty, but the few dancing along were having a good time, the beat guiding their twirling and twisting bodies. Those who weren't dancing loitered in groups of twos and threes, keeping busy with gossip, pictures, and the punch at the buffet table. The party was boring. Cecily bit her nails, which she had newly gotten done only a day ago, damaging the fragile acrylic. She'd rented out the most exclusive club in the city, had paid bloggers to advertise the event, and had ordered the guards to allow free entry at the gates. So why had nearly no one shown up? She was feeling restless and her feet wouldn't stop taping. Perhaps it was the nerves from the many hours of planning, or the two glasses of strong wine she'd dran
Georgina turned at the sound of footsteps approaching, in time to watch Maddox enter the dining room. She searched his face for information, but his mood was unreadable. Her attention shifted one other person followed behind him. "Did it work?" Georgina asked the sorcerer. Before replying, Maddox pulled back the chair at the head of the rectangular table, relaxing into it as he sat down. "Was there any doubt it would?" There was a clear arrogance in his tone.Georgina ignored him, moving to the woman who stood stiffly at a place with a dazed expression. "How are you feeling, Belinda?" She placed a hand on each of her daughter's arms. In the past, Belinda would have flinched at her mother's touch, but now, she did nothing. As though her body was present, but her mind was not. "Just a slight headache." She replied. "And my skin still aches from the silver chain." Tenderly, Georgina rubbed her daughter's upper arm, although that was not nearly the part of her body that ached
The pain woke Belinda up, the intense sensation tormenting every nerve in her body. Her skin felt like it was getting scorched, yet she couldn't feel any heat from the supposed fire. It all made sense when the sharp odor of silver hit her nose a second later. Opening her eyes, Belinda saw that she lay on her side an old and rather disgusting bed. A long and large silver chain wrapped around her body, ensuring she had minimal movement. As her ankles were pressed together and her arms were at her sides, her only option was to roll, and with much difficulty. The action allowed her to view the rest of her surroundings. Short stone stairs led up to a rather small door, making her believe she was in some sort of basement. The brick floor was dewy, and the walls were covered with moss.Where was she? And how had she gotten here? The last thing Belinda remembered was confronting her parents and being knocked out. What had her father done to her? Suppressing the pain she was under, she focuse
Sneaking out of the Lycan's residence had not been an easy task, especially when there were at least fifty wolves who had their nose locked in on your scent. Basically, Belinda had had to distract her watchdogs—mostly by setting a fire to a storage closet. The tiny room had been nearly empty and barely used. No one would miss it. No one got hurt. The closet did serve its purpose, however. In those next few minutes, the fire alarm blared through the skyscraper, creating a booth of panic. Everyone had been momentarily occupied with the not-so-small fire, allowing Belinda to fade into the background. She made her escape, running through a rarely used service exit while everybody else was fully occupied. Once free, stopping a cab had been easy, and soon, she'd been zooming off to infinity. Actually, infinity was a cemetery behind a small cathedral at the opposite end of town. The place was old and in dire need of tending to, with weeds overgrowing on most headstones and dead leaves and
"No." Draven sighed, not because he was annoyed, but because he knew the task before him was not going to be an easy task. Calming an angry woman, especially one like his spitfire mate, was something he was beginning to dread. And he never dreaded anything. "No. You can't be serious!" Belinda cried, not very nicely. "I go out of my to find out what my brother is scheming, and your plan is to let him... scheme?" "You are intentionally excluding the most crucial part of what I told you. I said I would allow him to make the first strike. First off, you didn't exactly bring me the location of our culprit. Even if you did, going to them first would mean fighting them in their own territory. The Sorcerer Clan can not be underestimated. On the other hand, letting them come to me ensures I retain the advantage of location, and gives me enough time to arrange a defense. The fact that the sorcerers were bold enough to make such a move means that they intend to end this once and for
Paul was feeling nervous, and that was something new. Ever since losing everything nearly two weeks ago, his confidence had been practically nonexistent. And now, a meeting with a bunch of old magicians was making him anxious. Ridiculous! He was standing in an empty hallway in front of wooden double doors, waiting for the people inside to decide it was time to let him in. When he was alpha, no one would have dared keep him waiting, but there was nothing he could do about it now. It pained him to admit it, but he needed their damn help. At last, the door opened and a woman in a plain black suit stepped out. "The High Council will see you now." She nodded curtly at him. The door was widened more, making space for him to enter. Paul was ushered into a very dimly lit room, dominated by a crescent-shaped table and chairs arranged around it. There were 11 in total, and a man or woman sat in those seats, all who turned to him once he walked in. Their gazes were eerie and unsettling, but h
Just as the phone call from one of Draven's men had specified, a woman who wished to see the Lycan's Luna, waited at the base floor. Usually, this kind of visitors were turned away—random people who thought they could reach the higher-ups just by asking. However, this particular woman had been damn persuasive, even going as far as to say that she possessed exclusive info that could determine the fate of the world. So, they'd let the Luna decide whether she wanted to see this wacko herself or not. Belinda spotted Lila the instant she stepped into the restaurant, and so did the latter, who couldn't stop waving. Her features icing over, Belinda walked over to the table, making sure to keep her pace slow. Lila waited patiently, the widest smile on her face as she watched the other woman approach. "Phew!" She blew out a dramatic breath as Belinda took the seat opposite her, wiping off imaginary sweat from her forehead. "I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you. Do you know how
Two days later, Belinda stood at the door of Lexie's apartment. As the latter had told her to just enter on arriving, she bunched the entry code on the keypad and went in. She caught Lexie bent over a table in the kitchen, sticking two candles in the shape of “2” and “5” into a cake covered by pink icing and colorful sprinkles. On noticing the presence behind her, Lexie turned. Her lips spreading into a broad smile, she carried the cake and presented it to her friend. "I know you aren't a huge fan of cakes, but I thought you should have one this year. Happy 25th birthday, bestie." Despite its small scale, the gesture warmed Belinda's heart. It was true that she wasn't particularly fond of birthday cakes, or cakes in general. As children, no one had ever bothered to mark her and Baron's birth. After he'd died, it had simply felt wrong to celebrate a day they had once shared. She no longer felt that way. Now, she understood that loss did not mean she couldn't accept happiness. "
The next morning, Belinda waited till the twins were done eating before approaching them. Nearly a day later, they were still the center of attraction at Mrs. Sutar's Home. The other children marveled at the fairy-like pair with the pale eyes, and the dark hair that contrasted drastically with their light skin. Lin Lin basked in the glory, completely comfortable with being in the spotlight. Baron on the other hand—the poor boy—looked like he didn't know what to do with all that attention. Lin Lin was the first to notice Belinda standing at a corner of the dining room, and she skipped over, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Belinda!" She greeted as her brother joined at her side. Their joy was contagious, and Belinda couldn't help smiling back. "Good morning to you too. How was breakfast?" "It was delicious." Baron nodded his approval. Lin Lin had more enthusiastic opinions about their meal that morning. "Peanut butter sandwich has never tasted better!" She s
"Miss Belinda!" Belinda wondered what the kid was doing here at this time of the night, while his mates were indoors sound asleep. Dressed in plain pajamas, he looked like a raccoon who'd been caught going through the dumpster by a hound dog... Scared and utterly guilty. Once she'd gotten over her surprise at seeing him, her features squeezed into a stern scowl. "Why aren't you indoors?" Baron winced at her harsh tone. "Uh... Um..." He hesitated to reply, searching for words to put together an excuse. All the while, his eyes sneakily darted from place to place, as though he was looking for something but didn't want anyone to know. However, Belinda understood immediately. A groan escaping her, she twirled around and yelled to no one and nowhere in particular. "Come out, Belinda. I know you're there." The juvenile delinquent heard the call, and shyly slipped out from behind a bush, looking even more guilty than her brother. She appeared to be lacking her usual confidence to