~Matteo~Looking through the drawer, I grinned, finding the small black velvet bag I had not used in a while. Pulling the pink silk thread, I checked the contents and smiled, pleased with what I found inside. Posed to close the drawer, I paused, seeing a silken blindfold. Tilting my head to the side, I looked over at Emmy, seeing her watching me despite my order to close her eyes. "Well, well, I guess that answers that!" I grinned, grabbed it, and closed the drawer. Heading over to the base of the bed, I watched her eyes still drinking me in hungrily. "Do you not want to remove your trousers? You must be cold!" She uttered, watching me, a smile tugging at her lips. "I am hot-blooded!" I shrugged. "But if there is another reason you want me to take them off, please voice it!" I grinned, calling her bluff. As if sensing my game, she pursed her lips tightly, a sign she would not give me what I wanted.. not yet, anyway! Kneeing her leg's back open, I leaned over her, placing the velvet
~Matteo~ "Use your words!" I demanded, licking at her nipple greedily. "Tell me exactly what you want!" "Your mouth, lower.. between my legs!" She stammered, her breath catching in her throat. With a grin, I stroked her nipple between my fingers while biting at the other over the metal clamp. Hearing her confession had my dick pulsing with excitement. "Fuck!" I growled; the way she moaned with pleasure would be enough to finish me if I wasn't careful! My fingers slid down her body, paying attention to her natural curves the whole time my mouth played tribute to her beautiful breasts."You're gorgeous!" I admitted, stroking my hand lower between her thighs and across her wet slit. She raised up to meet my touch, and I clicked my tongue in disapproval while removing my hand, wanting her to know she would not be setting the pace. I would. "So needy!" I teased as I feasted ravenously on her tits, those beautiful rosy nipples as hard as points from the clamps and the way I nibbled an
~Matteo ~ "I can't wait to eat you; I am going to cover your pussy with my mouth and devour you until you are begging me to stop." I admitted sliding a finger inside her and coating her pretty slit with the proof of her arousal. "I won't ask you to stop!" She whined, grinding her hips against my finger. I wanted to push a second inside her, but fuck she was so tight I couldn't. "If you want me to do that, if you want my lips on your body, you have to open yourself to me.""I am on a bed, naked and blindfolded. How much more open do you want Matteo? Stop stalling." She growled in frustration. With a sly smirk rolling over my lips, I laid out my terms."Draw your knees up, and open your pussy for me. Do you understand?" I questioned. Only a second passed before she drew her knees up and exposed her dripping pink slit to me, leaving me with no doubt that she wanted this! "Not so shy anymore, huh, baby!" I teased, staring at the beautiful view before me. She had no idea how hard I was
~Emmy~"Matteo?" I asked as I opened my eyes. I had been coming around for a few minutes, and visions of Matteo and I had been dancing across my eyelids, sending a flush to my cheeks and a familiar warmth to my core. God, If I had known sex could feel like that, I would have agreed to marry one of the boys in the community years ago. "Like your mother would have let you!" Dierder announced, making me groan. Turning over in the bed, expecting to feel Matteo beside me, I frowned as my hands searched the bed to find it empty. The soft blue bedding I had been lying on, now replaced with fluffy white shit! Bolting upright, I gasped as pain shot through my breasts from my nipples. Given what I had allowed him to do to me last night, I guess that was to be expected. Cupping my chest, I frowned, feeling the softest silken material covering me, not to mention the sensation of something pulling on my boobs."What the.." Pausing, my eyes fell on the PJs I had been gifted from Matteo when I ar
~ Emmy ~"Fuck! Creep much!" I snarled, recovering my breasts as they pulled in the most erotic of ways. Looking up at the male as he turned, I sighed deeply. I rolled my eyes, seeing it was the same guard from yesterday. I knew better than to wait for him to answer. Pushing past him, I headed down the corridor to the central part of the penthouse, where I assumed Matteo would be at this time of day, most likely eating his breakfast while reading whatever outdated newspaper he had delivered. For such an attractive son of bitch he sure liked weird shit! Standing in the doorway to the dining room, my eyes surveyed the scene before me: the same table as yesterday set up for breakfast, with the same chef as yesterday standing at the seat at the head of the table. Matteo's seat! I watched through narrowed eyes as the chef poured coffee. I could smell Matteo, even if I couldn't see him. Waltzing over towards the table, my arm still cupping my chest, I paused, seeing Matteo's shoulders st
~ Matteo ~ The way those eyes of hers blazed with defiance made my cock twitch uncontrollably. She was sublime; even after last night's events, she refused to surrender and submit to me. A fact I liked! There was no way she hadn't noticed the clamps attached to her perfect tits. I had tightened them as much as her skin would allow, the little lock keeping them in place. The only way she was getting them off without ripping her nipple off with them was with the key I had in my pocket. I thrived when in control; it's how I had managed to make something of myself, within the world of sex and sin, but also as the alpha to the rogues. It was me who had united them under one pack. It was me who ran them, me who controlled our world and territory. I was renowned for my ability to command respect and obedience, and that is how I liked it and planned to keep it. Something I was more than willing to teach this feral beauty in front of me. Her lips parted in a groan as I ran my finger over t
~ Emmy ~ That dirty smirk on his lips had the air rushing from my lungs. Despite my better judgement, I found myself smiling at the feeling of Matteo running his fingers up the side of my hip, across my rib cage, to my sensitive nipples. They ached dreadfully, and not just because of the contraption he had secured in place but for his attention. "Such a good girl!" He praised me when I felt my nipples harden somehow within the metal cage. I craved him so much that it was physically painful. Something he evidently knew, given the glimmer in his eyes, that even I knew was lust. With an arched brow, he gently ran a thumb over the tip of my nipple, creating a passioned groan to tear from my throat. "And these?" he asked, rubbing his finger over the nubs, parting my lips breathlessly from his delicious touch. I let the air I desperately needed fill my lungs while debating my answer. I wanted to tell him they meant nothing. That he meant nothing; however, we both knew that would be a li
~ Emmy ~Matteo may be used to getting his way, but I had spent years fighting against my mother's apron strings, so if there was one thing I knew, it was how to sulk and throw a tantrum worthy of an Olympic medal. Snatching up my PJs, I quickly shoved my feet and arms into them, being careful not to irritate my already sore nips.I pursed my lips, pondering what he was going to do when my only set of clothes needed washing. It's not like he had to take the time to get me any other clothes to wear. I couldn't help but wonder how he would like it if he only had the clothes on his back to rely on. "Don't do it!" Rae groaned in the back of my head as a plan slowly formed."Why not?" I asked with a wicked grin as I looked over my shoulder at the chef, who was quietly cleaning up Matteo's plates after breakfast. "Because he will be furious!" She interrupted, making me smirk slowly."GOOD! I am angry, too!" I barked with an eerie chuckle that didn't seem right coming from my lips."Would
~ Emmy ~I awoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, my body drenched in sweat. The darkness around me felt oppressive, the dream lingering like a heavy fog in my mind. I could still see my mother’s haunted eyes, and hear her desperate pleas. But what had she whispered? What was it that I wasn’t supposed to know?Rae stirred within me, sensing my turmoil. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice echoing softly in my mind.“I saw her, Rae,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I saw my mother. She was running from something, a creature... and she handed me over to the Ma who raised me. She said I must never know what I am, that I am in danger. But she whispered something I couldn’t hear.” Rae was silent for a moment, processing my words. “Dreams can be powerful, Emmy. They can show us things from our past, our deepest fears, or even glimpses of the future. Whatever it is your mother whispered, it’s important. When we are out of this cave we will work it out, I promise.” I took a deep
~ Emmy ~My feet moved quickly, hoping to find shelter from the prying eyes I felt boring into my back. Eventually, I came to a grand staircase that spiralled down into what looked like a vast hall below. Taking a deep breath, I started down the stairs, avidly aware of the fact I was naked, filthy and smelt like arse. My mind raced with thoughts of what might await me. I had to stay focused and strong. "Emmy, you’ve got this," I told myself. This place, no matter how enchanting, would not break me.As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I found myself in a grand hall that was even more extravagant than the room I had started in. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals sparkling in the candlelight. Marble floors gleamed beneath my feet, and towering columns lined the room, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns that seemed to tell a story of their own."Someone hasn't heard of the saying less is more." I marvelled aloud as I looked around the rather over-th
~ Emmy ~ Rae had exhausted herself running through the demonic realm and had finally given me control while she slept. We were hidden away in a dark cave, the air thick and heavy with the scent of sulphur and despair. She had commanded me to stay put, to rest, but sitting still had never been my strong suit. "It's just a while longer." I sighed as I looked around the cave. It was pitch black, and the silence was suffocating, I could hear the distant echoes of tortured souls, the cries of the damned: not exactly helping me relax. My heart ached with the weight of hopelessness, and I started to feel despair creeping into my soul."Ahhh, this is killing me." I moaned loudly. Unable to sit still any longer, I began to pace the cave. Every step felt like a rebellion against the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. My eyes slowly adjusted to the inky blackness, but there was little to see beyond the jagged walls and the occasional scatter of bones. My mind raced with thoughts of
~ Matteo ~ "So, what's your plan?" I requested Evelyn, as I rejoined the group. Wyatt by my side a silent pact had been made between us, and it would stay silent until we had Emmy and Lula back. As if understanding the situation Levi and Hank nodded to Everlyn and the book she had pulled out of her bag."We need to infiltrate the wedding," Evelyn declared, her tone resolute. "We can use the gathering to our advantage. With so many supernatural beings in one place, it'll be chaotic. It'll give us a chance to find Emmy and Lula, and possibly stop Wyatt's father before he completes whatever ritual he's planning." I nodded slowly, the wheels in my mind turning. It was risky, but Evelyn was right. This could be our best chance to strike. "Alright," I said. "What do you need from us?""We need to sneak into the wedding," Evelyn began to outline her plan with a determined expression, her green eyes flickering with urgency. "With Wyatt's father demanding everyone come to hell to show loyalt
~Matteo ~I stood in the clubhouse, irritation boiling just beneath the surface. The door had been left unlocked—a careless mistake that could cost lives, especially since we had just been attacked. I was about to rip Levi a new one, despite Hank trying to defend his brother's idiocy, when I noticed Levi talking with a woman. I paused, listening to their conversation. "She is his mate, the witch?" I mouthed to Hank who nodded, a slight glimmer of jealousy shining in his eyes. Which I guessed was down to the fact that she was striking. Her rich, deep auburn hair fell in loose waves down to her shoulders, catching the dim light and adding a warmth to the otherwise grim room. Her piercing green eyes, sharp and intelligent, missed nothing as they darted around, assessing every detail. Except apparently the group of wolves behind her! Regardless they held a depth that spoke of experience and resilience, something that drew my attention.Her skin was fair, almost glowing, hinting at time s
~ Wyatt ~Levi and I travelled back to the club using my powers of teleportation. As we landed, I couldn’t help but smirk when he doubled over, retching onto the floor. It was a sight I had grown accustomed to, one that never failed to amuse me.“Magic doesn’t suit everyone,” I teased, clapping him on the back as he wiped his mouth. “You’d think dating a witch would toughen you up a bit, but here you are, still can’t stomach a simple teleportation spell.”Levi shot me a glare, but his usual retort was missing. He was too tense, too on edge to indulge in the back-and-forth banter battle that seemed to be 'our thing'. I understood why. The club was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to its usual hustle and bustle. Everyone had dispersed, off to complete their tasks, leaving the place feeling empty and hollow.I took a seat at the bar, leaning back as I watched Levi pace back and forth. "What's up squirrel?" I asked as he rounded to look at me."Squirrel?" He repeated his nose screwed up wi
~ Emmy ~ From out of the shadows, the winged beast emerged, its massive black wings unfurling and casting an ominous shadow over the already bleak landscape. Fear gripped me and Rae, our shared anxiety intensifying as the creature drew closer. This time, we could see it more clearly, and the sight was enough to make my blood run cold.The beast was monstrous, its eyes glowing with a malevolent fire. Its teeth were jagged and pointed, each one coated in the blood of its victims, gleaming sickeningly in the dim red light that permeated the realm. The talons on its feet were sharp and shining, looking like they could easily pierce through Rae’s fur and flesh.Rae’s instincts screamed at her to run, but she stood her ground, her body tense and ready to react. I could feel her muscles coiled like springs, prepared to leap or dodge at the slightest hint of an attack.“We have to stay calm,” I whispered to her, trying to steady my own racing heart. “We can’t outrun it, but maybe we can outs
~ Matteo ~ "And who do you think you are?" Mr White sneered, his smirk faltering, replaced by a flash of anger and fear. He leaned forward, trying to regain his composure. In the balcony door reflection, I watched as Samuel leaned in, matching his intensity. "The end of the line for you, I am afraid." He chortled, uncaring for his feelings. "Unless you can give me the information I need," I announced as I turned from the balcony, happy that my pack were doing their jobs. "I am afraid I am going to have to let Samuel here tear you apart..." "He will have to get in line.." Hank growled from the other side of me, a smile splitting my lips. "You all will," Blaze announced through the pack link. "So shall we.." I motioned for Mr White to give me what I needed. As I spoke, I felt Blaze, my wolf, stir within me, a growl rumbling in the depths of my mind. He was as repulsed by this place as I was, and his presence gave me the strength to confront the monster before us. This auction hous
~ Matteo ~Sighing I fought to keep Blaze's temper in check, which was a struggle given that I felt my body humming with his rage. Though I had once participated in these auctions, buying women from him, knowing that he was the cause of Emmy's painful journey into my world, gnawed at me."Matteo!" Mr. White exclaimed, his voice as oily as his appearance. He tried to mask his nervousness with a wide, insincere grin. "Welcome, welcome! And your friends, of course. How is Emmy doing? Serving you well, I hope?" I clenched my jaw, ready to respond, but Samuel stepped forward, cutting me off. "What are tonight's auctions?" he asked, his voice sharp and to the point. Mr. White blinked, taken aback for a moment before regaining his composure. "Ah, yes, the auctions," he conveyed, rubbing his hands together. "Tonight, we have three very special women up for bid." He gestured grandly, as if presenting fine art. "First, we have a young woman from the northern territories. Blonde, blue-eyed, v