CHLOE
Vincent looked at me expectantly as he clutched his mangled fork nervously. In all the years I’d known him, he had never been nervous. Not once, not even for our mating ritual, he was always cool and confident to the very end, or so I thought. The memory of my mother crumbling to the ground after he had snapped her neck still brought a fresh wave of pain in the deepest parts of my core. The image of Mark lying in a pool of his own blood with me being unable to reach him on time to heal him…While I’d love to blame Vincent for their deaths, he killed them after all, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it was my fault. And I’d have to live with that as long as I lived. For I have to live, not for my sake, but for my daughter’s. Vincent simply watched me munch on my thoughts as he’d stopped eating long ago as well.That’s right. I have to live for my daughter and do what was best for her. I couldn’t do that without being in her life. I’d come to a decVINCENTI watched from a distance as Chloe, reunited with our daughter for the first time in quite a while, the emotions she radiated as she hugged our daughter warmly…it was nothing short of beautiful. She poured all her emotions out while trying to rein them in at the same time. Chloe was never good at hiding her emotions, especially from me. Which is why I know that for me to get back in her good graces and bring my family back to what it was, I needed to take it slow.“Hi daddy, you promised mummy would come and she did.” My little girl Said excitedly to me as she beckoned to me to join the hug. The other parents were staring at this point. Some stared at us like we were weird, while others had this awed expression on their faces. Not in a million years would any of them ever guess that I had basically kidnapped my own daughter and used her as a bargaining chip to get my wife to surrender herself so I could kill my brother and mother-in-law. Which I did succe
CHLOEI spent my nights in tears, unable to sleep. The images of Mark bleeding out and my mother’s neck twisted in a wrong angle almost drove me insane. In the worst of those nights I hated Vincent a little more. But then during the day when I am around him, he acts so nice and loving that it’s hard not to see him as the man I once fell head over heels in love with, the father of my child. He even sent his mom away. Besides, I had to keep it all together for my daughter. I didn’t know for how long I could though.For the weekend, Vincent took me and Mackenzie shopping. I wasn’t inclined to take anything no matter how much he encouraged me to, but Mackenzie skipped along while Vincent spoiled her. I comforted myself with how happy she was.As Mackenzie skipped along with Vincent at her heels, I hung back and settled for watching her, to which Vincent noticed. He suggested we get lunch at a diner, afterwards. He had always had a thing for greasy burgers and so di
CHLOEI got up from my queen-size bed and felt the floor with my bare feet. I didn’t know what time it was but it must have been pretty late. Only then did I remember the dream that had woken me up. I was at Drewsy Meadow, not as I am now, but as I was before. I’d completely forgotten about the meadow days, as I thought back to those days, my right hand unconsciously crept up to my breast and I gave it a squeeze as I caressed my own breasts. Pleasure coursed through my body as my eyes closed, reveling in the unexpected pleasure been brought to me by my own hands. I hastily dropped my hand as I realized what I was doing, what I was feeling. I needed some air. I dragged myself out of my room as my feet carried me straight to the inner courtyard of their own accord. I had made my way here quietly so I wouldn’t wake any of the help or call the attention of any of the werewolves on guard duty. I made my way to the centre of the courtyard where I wouldn’t be seen by anyone due to the
CHLOEI ran back to my room and shut the door. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to implode in my chest. I couldn’t hide from what I had just felt. Being that close to Vincent, feeling the heat of his desire had ignited mine. If I hadn’t snapped back, I would have gotten entangled with the man who killed my mother. It hadn’t even been half a month yet. A new wave of guilt washed over me.Then there was Vincent’s response. Has he changed? I couldn’t help but wonder.Since he had gotten me back, he had been quite careful with me and even more loving to Mackenzie.Then what had just happened… it was unreal…it didn’t seem like the Vincent I knew at allFor a couple of seconds, I contemplated giving in to him, being his Luna, and giving him the family he claims he wants so badly, maybe even bearing him more children. Immediately the thought tasted like bile in my throat. The next morning while we had breakfast I couldn’t stop notici
VINCENT I dropped my daughter off at school and zoomed off to work. In the showdown with my brother and the meddlesome Jane Andersen, I’d left things relatively unattended to. And it was time to get back in the fray, now that the competition from my brother’s company had been nullified, I could concentrate on rebuilding and general expansion. The general entrance area looked prim and standard, even the lobby area was clean with no traces of blood or broken furniture. All the paintings were replaced and repaired. My victory was so complete there wasn’t even any sign of a scuffle. I walked into the office with long powerful strides as the incident of last night swirled continuously in my mind. My brother sought to game my mate from me, a woman I’d already marked for my own. And now he was dead for it, amongst other things. Though she was still weary towards me, that would wear off in due time I was certain. I decided to begin to get some work done. I called my secretary
CHLOEI went to the space in the courtyard I’d always gone to for years, my quiet place. My refuge amid the crazy storm that filled my days in this house.I found my seat on the sole bench that had sat my sorrowful souls in days past, and thought of the future, my legs swinging and heart soaring as far as it could under the circumstances. Only then did I feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my mind narrowed down to find the chilly disturbance in the familiar tranquility of the environment that I’d come to inhabit. Then I heard footsteps approaching. I turned slowly but precisely to assess the new entry in the garden. My heart traveled to my throat at first glance. He inspired fear like no one else could elicit from me and I stood very still in dreadful anticipation of his next actions.He stood there a while and looked straight into my soul. I attempted to murmur some pleasantries when he spoke to me.“ You are here.”He simply said. I
CHLOEIt felt as though I would explode with the concentration of electricity that had been gathered at the tip of one nipple. Yet I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. He kept rubbing on that one nipple and squeezed when I least expected it. I writhed in beautiful agony with my eyes closed, wondering how many primal sensations one nipple could endure. He finally let go after what felt like an eternity of this mind-numbing torture he inflicted sweetly upon me. I heard a soft growl as his mouth finally claimed the throbbing nipple. He sucked and devoured my breast like I’d never felt before. I pulled his head closer to the source of my pleasure as he now alternated between both breasts. I thought I’d go mad from the amount of tension coursing through me from his hungry mouth.He reached lower and found the waistline of my jeans, they were gone in mere moments as Vincent got access to my bare thighs, he placed a kiss on the inside of my left thigh, and my whole body reacte
CHLOEI woke up to find Vincent gone. He was not in the bed next to me. I looked under the covers to find myself as naked as I was born.The memories of the night still hung in the air. I smelt the musk of Vincent’s taut and hairy body, I remember the sight of his eyes closed in the fire of our desire, I could feel his member plowing through me like a battle ram, his hand clasped around me, holding my squirming body in place. Then guilt and shame swept through me all over again. What have I just done?I had let myself get carried away by Vincent’s niceties and gotten entangled with the man who had gruesomely murdered my mother, whose own mother had killed almost every member of my family….and Mark. The man who was holding me in his house was nothing less than a prisoner.Even as I felt all of these, the echoes of insane pleasure still reverberated through me. Just then the door creaked open and I reflexively pulled the white sheets up to cover my exposed br