The music was loud, but the sound of my nervous heart roared over everything else. Uriel pulled my stool out for me and I thanked the Goddess. I wouldn’t have to worry about my dress sliding up too much if I leaned back on the seat. My phone was going out as I grabbed the menu.“I didn’t order for you because I didn’t know what you liked,” Uriel said.“No worries,” I said. I was too nervous to eat, but I pretended to look through the menu.“How was the drive?” He asked.“Good,” I whispered. I cleared my throat and repeated myself, but louder.Uriel leaned forward. His scent filled my nostrils. I could feel his warmth at my side and I wondered why we were going through with sitting and eating. This whole “get to know each other” thing wasn’t real. Ami's words replayed—“The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else.” I didn’t need to get to know him. I just needed to ride him until I was cumming. No big deal. I didn’t want to come across as a whore, but I couldn’t figur
The sound of his zipper coming undone was the only sound in the car. I realized I’d been holding my breath. Releasing it slowly as not to alert Uriel to my nerves, I watch as his hand dipped below his briefs. On the edge of my seat, I tracked his movements as he pulled out his cock. My lips parted as I stared at it. His skin was lighter than my ex’s and I was surprised by how clean he was. Scolding myself for comparing him to that shit face, I pushed him from my mind. His hand dropped and his length bobbed.“You’re pretty,” I murmured. His eyebrows raised, and he laughed.“What?” I asked.“I’ve never been called pretty,” he said.“Does that make you nervous?” I asked as I leaned forward. His chin dipped as I lowered myself until my lips were only a breath away.“I’m going to be hone
After making out with Uriel, I was jumpy. He said we’d talk soon, and I was ready to leave. I didn’t give him a response because I didn’t want to make a promise I might not keep. One or two dates wouldn’t hurt, but Uriel was a good guy. He seemed like the type who didn’t date around for the hell of it. I could tell. He was looking for someone, looking for his life partner, and I knew I wasn’t it.Finding your mate wasn’t exactly in the cards for our kind anymore. It was a miracle not everyone was lucky enough to get. He was nice and even with the little time I’d spent with him; I knew he was nice. When you’ve been with the worst of the worst, you can pick out the good ones. What I need isn’t nice. It’s sick. I’m sick, but I’m too damaged to open up. I was just getting used to talking to men again. I wouldn’t make the mistake of dating someone before I was ready. And I definite
Me: It’s okay. I’ll laugh for the both of us.Dane: Did you have a good time?Me: Mm… I tried cheese curds for the first time.Dane: Those aren’t very good for you.Me: True, but they were delicious.Dane: What did you eat?Me: Eat?Dane: Yes, baby girl. What did you eat?Me: I just told you.Dane: …Me: :)Dane: Are you telling me you only ate cheese curds?Me: That would be correct, soldier.Dane: I wish you could hear the growl that just rumbled through my chest.My jaw dropped, and I pursed my lips. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes as the image of his tatted torso filled my mind. I swallowed as I rememb
VeraThe seconds ticked by as I waited with bated breath. Although I didn’t know what it was, there was something I needed. None of the guys I’ve spoken to or spent time with knew what it was. They couldn’t show me and I wasn’t going to ask. As those three little dots lit up the screen, I wondered how Dane would answer.Would he prove me right and notice that I’d disobeyed? Or would he not pick up on it? And which of the two did I want to happen? I wanted him to guess it right. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see me. Ever since I was little, I’ve been invisible. I needed Dane to be everything I fantasized about, everything I searched for in the dark romance books I hid. As my phone lit up and his messaged appeared, my eyes hungrily rolled over his words.Dane: Someone’s been a bad girl.The sharp inhale of breath
VeraThe stubborn part of me didn’t want to see Dane, didn’t want to admit I wanted him more than any of the guys I was talking to. The other half of me, the part that wanted to fall to my knees, was jumping up and down while squealing at the thought of finally seeing him.Me: Are you serious?Dane: Yeah. I want to see you. Let’s meet up.Me: Okay. We’ll plan something.Dane: When?Me: I’ll let you know.Dane: Mm.. I look forward to seeing you on your knees, baby girl.Me: Sigh.Dane: Are you pouting?Me: Yes.Dane: Why?Me: Because I don’t want to have to wait.Dane: You’re the one who’s got the power
VeraWhen I get to the kitchen, I push the door open and find dishes all over the counter, bits of food on the floor, and cracked glasses in the sink. My mother, a beautiful gruff woman shook her head in front of the stove. It had been years since my dad passed and she’d gotten harder, rougher, meaner. She had to keep this pack running, protect not only her children, but the members that looked up to her, and earn the respect of packs led by men. She wasn’t the soft, caring woman I remembered and my eyes watered at the memory of who she used to be. Our relationship was obviously strained. Had been since my father’s passing. I’d been forced to grow up, and I turned to things a child shouldn’t have even known about.“You’re an adult now, you should get up and clean on your own,” she hissed as she cut vegetables.I walked toward the sink and started pick
After everyone was fed, the dishes washed, and the kitchen cleaned from top to bottom, I could finally withdraw to my room. I spent the rest of the day cleaning, scrubbing, and washing every surface in the packhouse. What would normally take a cleaning crew a few days, I got done in a day. I took no breaks, ate no meals, had no coffee as I did what was needed to please my Luna.The weekends were made for never-ending lists, but I made it my life’s mission to get every single thing done and marked off. That was the only way I could do anything outside of pack territory without my mother linking me or demanding I make my way back home. I would be able to go see Uriel without worrying about my phone going off or being interrupted by my mother’s voice in my head while I was in the middle of getting what I planned on getting tonight.After I attempted to look decent, did my hair, and threw on something I could easily slip out of