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
The interview drew people's attention. They turned, pausing whatever they were doing to listen in. They saw Cecily tear up, her lips quivering as she tried to hold in her sob. "It's all my fault. I'm a horrible, terrible person." Their interests were piqued by her self-castigation and her sad tone. Even the vlogger couldn't stop her eyebrows from shooting up. Cecily paused, sucking in a breath before continuing. "My family arranged my sister's marriage to her fiancé when she was young. It wasn't a love match but they were both content with the union. That is... until I and her fiancé fell in love. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't control myself. I did the unspeakable—I betrayed my sister's trust, betrayed my family. I don't blame them for their inability to forgive me, but not a single day goes by that I don't regret my actions. Once my sister confronted me, I did the right thing and broke it off with her fiancé. It doesn't matter if our love is real, it's wrong. I won't
The two women locked gazes for a long time, nothing but silence passing between them, their eyes challenging the other to give in first. Mary was deciding the best action to take. She and Belinda were nothing more than distant acquaintances, so when she'd received a text on her Facebook asking to meet up, she'd known it wasn't just to chat. But this was outrageous. Leaning back into her chair, she crossed her arms over her chest once again. "Even if you are right, and I somehow bear a grudge against Cecily for something that supposedly took place when we were children, why would I dig up something that has long been buried?" Mary asked. At that moment, Belinda softened her countenance. "People must have told you it was a long time ago, that you should give it up, but I'm assuming it still feels like yesterday to you. I might be wrong, but I believe I'm right." It was the opposite, actually. Everyone around Mary had yet to forgive the Chicago Pack fo
The keys to her room in hand, Belinda walked up the stairs of the motel she'd been staying at for the past week. In her opinion, the meeting with the Luna of the San Francisco Pack had gone pretty well. Despite still feeling skeptical, Mary had been more open to the idea of going against the Chicago Pack by the end of the encounter. She'd asked for time to consult her husband and father, promising to call in a week's time. Belinda would have preferred an answer immediately, but she could wait. It just meant more time at this crappy motel. She could manage that; the place was cheap. On stepping onto the second floor, Belinda spotted the last person she'd expected to see leaning on her room's door. Marcus straightened up on noticing her, his fist fixed in his jeans pocket. "Madam. You've finally arrived." He sarcastically bowed his head. Belinda was not in the mood for jokes, however. "How did you find me?" She snapped at him. Marcus gingerly lifted an eyebrow. "Do you really
Cecily marched up the stairs of the Knight family villa, the sound of her heels carrying across the anger she was feeling. She headed straight to the attic, which served as the servant's quarters, pushing the door open with far more strength than necessary. Martha and Mrs Brown jerked up from their beds, the sound of the door slamming on the wall awakening them. They wondered why the young mistress was here this early in the morning, but Cecily didn't bother to explain herself. Marching straight to Martha, she grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her off the bed. "You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you?" Cecily raged. "Who else would have the balls to do something so stupid?" Writhing on the floor, Martha attempted to pull her hair out of Cecily's grip, but the werewolf was much too strong for her. Cecily yanked her hair more forcefully, causing her to scream out in pain. "I always knew you couldn't be trusted. It'