~ 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
Hiya lovelies! I have had some sad news today that my senior editor has left; I am truly gutted to see her go! She was amazing! I will miss her dreadfully, but I wish her all the best in her journey moving forward. This disruption is not ideal for a new book that is exclusively signed to GN and needs promoting, so I will be pausing updates until I hear from my new editor and things get sorted behind the scenes. Until then, I will continue to edit and update my other book, Their Secret Obsession, as it is not signed exclusively to GN, and I can still get the support I need. I am very sorry for those of you reading and waiting for an update. I will keep hounding them for an update and be writing in the meantime so that when this is sorted, I can upload quickly. Keep an eye on my socials for daily updates: Author. pippa. moon Love As Always Pippa X
~ Matteo ~ "At the end of the day, they signed the contract; I can not be held accountable because they weren't savvy enough to read the small print!" I grunted as I walked into the penthouse; the door opened for me by Leo, the guard I paid a small fortune to watch my girl. "Right, well, if you understand, why are you calling me with this shit! I pay you to deal with it, not cry to me!" I snapped, ending the call and dumping my phone inside my jacket pocket. "How's she been?" I barked, it had been a rough day, and honestly, I was in the mood to hit the gym till my muscles screamed or fuck Esme till she did! "Well.." He started to say as I turned to glare at him, noting the thin layer of sweat across his brow. He was nervous, and not just because I had arrived but for another reason. "I have been fine!" Esme announced from the sofa. I hadn't seen her there; the couch faced the TV on the opposite wall, and she had it on mute as she read the subtitles to some chick flick. If she ha
~ Emmy ~Determined not to giggle, listening to Matteo walk down the hallway, I bit down on my cheeks so hard I could taste blood. His shoes tapped on the floor as he rounded the corner to his room, leaning over the sofa with a smirk. I watched him go, admiring his tight ass in his suit as he sashayed down the hall. He was utterly gorgeous!"Like what you see, angel?" He called from behind me, making me groan and throw myself back on the sofa. "You do, though!" Rae laughed, making me sigh and run my hands through my long blonde hair to yank out the imaginary tangles I felt pulling at the ends. I hated that I liked him, that I liked it here. I was kidnapped, auctioned, and transported fuck knows where with a man I barely knew. I should be running for the hills, looking for the first chance to escape. Instead, I was sitting here on his sofa, watching Julia Roberts fall in love with a man who she could never have- Not really! "But she can and does have him... and maybe if you got off y
~ Matteo ~I wasn't a fool; I knew precisely what was going through her pretty blonde head. I had handed her the knife for a reason; I wanted to know exactly what was going on in her sly mind. I had never really spent a lot of time with gypsies, but I knew they hated to be locked up; they craved the freedom and space to roam. The week she had spent confined was bound to be getting to her, and I doubt very much the auction house offered her outdoor space. "All good?" I asked as I bent down to pick up a frying pan. "Yep!" She snapped, popping the P. A smile curled to my lips; she was a stubborn one! Without looking over my shoulder at her, I placed the pan on the hob and sprayed a little oil onto it. Now, she had two weapons. I was genuinely curious what she would do with the opportunity placed in front of her. "I hope you like chicken!" I mused as I returned to the fridge and pulled out diced chicken to fry. Turning, I came face to face with her cute little face, staring at me with
~ Emmy ~ I felt so relaxed, sprawled out on my stomach on the sofa, arms tucked under the pillow my head was resting on, my legs swaying back and forth as I watched the end of my film. Or rather, read it. I still had the subtitles on, too stubborn to ask Matteo to show me how to work the damn thing. I watched the beautiful Julia Roberts get her man with a small smile. "See, just because you are from different backgrounds doesn't mean it won't work out," Rae assured me; rolling my eyes, I looked over at where Matteo was sitting in the dining area, looking over some files; his handsome features screwed up in frustration, making me pout at the change in him. He had cooked us dinner, we ate together, and just like that, as he cleaned up, all the flirty banter was replaced with a seriousness I didn't like; despite my request to sit with me, he pulled his laptop out and started working. "The fact he brought me at an auction is why it won't work, Rae!" I grumbled, dragging my eyes back t
~ 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