I stared at Miall, surprised at what he just said to me. What was going on? He seemed flushed, and his eyes seemed crazy with desire and hunger."What?" I whispered, and he smirked, pressing his lips on my neck, hiking my dress up as he pulled my leg up to his waist. This man was freaky; I liked it!"Touch your mate, Amanah," he groaned as he pressed himself against me, inducing a gasp from me."What's going on with you today?" I asked again, pulling his head away from my neck; his eyes glowed as he stared at me in desperation."I'm in heat," he whispered as he took my hand from his face and pressed it against his chest; out of embarrassment, I turned my head away, not able to look at him.Oh."Isn't that a thing for just women?" I asked, still not looking at him. My hand slid down his chest, feeling his hard, chiselled muscles under the pads of my fingers.FINALLY! I was going to get laid."I'm a Lycan, so it's not just a woman thing," he breathed out as he lifted my leg and pressed h
"Are you sure you're okay?" Miall asked again, holding my face in his hands, and I nodded. "Yes, it was just a little dream scare," I muttered, pulling his hands off my face. "What I'm not okay with is how you slept still inside me," I said as I tied my hair. He smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair while sliding his other hand underneath his shirt."Are we still talking about that?""Well, you're still talking about how I woke up," I shrugged, and he pointed to the bruise on his chest. "Fair point.""But seriously, what were you dreaming of when your elbow had to meet my beautifully crafted chest aggressively?" I rolled my eyes and pretended to gag."Has anyone ever told you how arrogant you are?""No, just you," his smile was proud. "That's why you're my mate," he clasped his hands together. I'm getting married to a psychopath. "Do I still have a chance to run away?" I joked, and he gave me an incredulous gasp. "You must be out of your mind if you thought you eve
"Why is it so hot?" I groaned, pulling off my shirt. Miall looked up and grinned as he propped his head on his hand."Because of you," he said, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "I forgot to open the windows during the day," he said, sitting up. "Sorry.""Mhh," I hummed as I sat down on the bed, grabbing the lotion."What is that?" He asked, leaning closer to me."What?""Those things on your nails?" He pointed to my hands, and I smiled, raising my hands and flexing my fingers."Oh, I got my nails done as well today. Now I have claws as you do," I smiled brightly. "But mine are artistically done.""Why would you want to have claws?" He looked confused, and I struggled with which adjective I associated with him now. Cute, or idiot?"Because these nails make my fingers look good," I smiled, and he stared at them before smiling."Then let's test them," he grinned almost insanely."How?""On my back," he sat up, and it was hard to ignore the tent in his shorts when it was po
"Amanah! We're going to be late if you take longer!" Miall shouted from downstairs, and I groaned, fixing my hair. "They're going there for us anyway. So how can we be late!" I shouted back as I exited the bathroom and made my way downstairs. "Because they have other things to do, and there's a program," he spoke softly as he bobbed Kye around in his arms. "Everyone wants to know the baby's gender; could they really do it with us? And besides, why would anyone accept an invitation if they don't plan on being there the whole day?"I reasoned as I stood in front of him. "Don't you agree?" I asked, taking his silence as an agreement. I focused on Kye, dressed in a cute white milk dungaree. "Ooh, you look so handsome!" I squealed, pressing a kiss on his cheeks."Uh-hmm, do we need to go to this party? Can't they tell us later what the gender of the baby is? Better yet, we can find out when you give birth. Let's just stay here," Miall rushed out, and I stared up at him, confused. "What?
Miall pulled my face closer to his and sucked my bottom lip catching me by surprise. I gasped and giggled, thinking this would be an innocent kiss just to get rid of the gooey sticky centre. However, Miall had other plans. Miall licked my bottom lip softly, grazing my lip with his teeth; once I realised his intentions, I slid my hand between our faces and pushed him away."That's enough," I laughed, and he pressed another kiss on my temple and stared at me in silence for a second before pressing more kisses all over my face. "Thank you," he pressed his lips on my cheek and pressed them on my nose. "Thank you," he repeated the action, and no matter how much I tried to push him away, he wouldn't budge. "I get it, you're thankful!" I laughed."Move," Malakhi said as he pushed between Miall and me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and congratulated me. I could genuinely feel their excitement, which made me feel much better."I'm having a daughter!" He clapped his hands excitedly, and
!TRIGGER WARNING! MENTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF RAPE! PLEASE SKIP IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS TOPIC."Hmm, you said what?" I turned to face Miall.He was standing in the kitchen with a bowl filled with cereal in his hands. I was proud to admit that I had influenced his food choice a bit, but sometimes he just exceeded my expectations."We've been summoned to a council meeting; Drystan's the host," he shrugged, and I snarled, looking away."Well, I didn't get an invitation, so I'm not going," I picked up the squishy toy and tried to get Kye's attention with it but he wasn't having it.He drooled over his weight toy that Miall just got him; according to Miall, Kye needed to grow stronger so that he could protect his sister...the kid was only 3 months old."Come on, Amanah. You know what he means," Miall probed as he sat down behind me on the couch.He spread his knees so that I was sitting directly between his thighs, his hand moved down to my throat, and he tilted my head upwards, and I
"I still find it crazy how fast your hair grows," I whispered as I traced my fingers over Miall's beard."I don't like it," he mumbled, and I stuck my finger gently on his bottom lip."I think it's hot," I said as I sat up. "Do you want me to help you shave?""Hmm, I don't think I have the time to shave it off," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his head on my lap. "So I'll keep it for some time."I laughed while threading my fingers into his hair. Miall and Orion were similar and different in many ways, but one thing they both loved to do was please me, even with the tiniest things."Won't it irritate you?" I asked softly, and he raised his head."Don't worry about it, it'll be fine," he pecked my cheek and got up. "I have to go somewhere. Will you be okay alone?""At this time of the night?" I questioned, clutching my dress. "Where are you going?""I just have to go check on the borders and see if my guys are doing alright. I'll be back," he pressed his lips on
MiallAmanah stared at me with her arms crossed over her chest. I looked at her from the side of my eye and copied her actions. She had been staring at me since Malakhi left after his big entrance, which I thought was useless, but he had to barge in here and pretend to be concerned when we both knew he didn't really care about what happened. Drystan was dead. Finally.I pouted and sat down on my chair, and she tilted her head, clearly offended that I was choosing not to say anything about Drystan's death. Honestly, I was relieved that whoever killed him helped us immensely, but now I was stuck trying to find a murderer in my pack, so not good. "So you're not going to say anything?" She finally huffed, and I looked up at her and shrugged while gathering my documents. "Spit it out," she scolded, and I raised my eyebrow. "Spit what out?""Stop mumbling and talk! Why are you mad?" "I'm not mad," I shook my head, and she pushed her face forward; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from