ZIRAH’S POVSensual explosionThe way Damon was staring at me turned my insides to goo and set my knickers on fire- you know if I was wearing any.He kept on moving closer, and I scrambled back trying to get away from that smoldering gaze that is bound to set me on fire when my back hit the headboard. No more space for me to run."Someone has been very, very naughty." He purred, his voice going low on the last word.My breath came out of my pants as I resisted the urge to trail my fingers down there and finish what I started while looking at him.Look at me, he hadn't even touched me yet and I was raving and raring to go.Damon came over to my side and knelt on the bed, the sounds of the couple going at it were loud in the suite and gave it a very sensual atmosphere.His finger came up to my lower lip and released it from where I was biting it, my hot breath fanning against his hand. His hand is so close to my mouth that position reminded me of what the girl had done to the guy's cock
Zirah’s POVI sat back on my haunches, gasping for breath.Damon kept on looking at me, his cock flaccid but growing harder beneath my gaze. I bit my lip thinking of how delicious it was in my mouth and I wanted another taste.My body vibrated with so much sexual energy, I felt like if I didn't let it out, I would explode.I didn't feel this way with Noah, granted I was drunk on wine and there wasn't much time to explore so much but I faintly remember it being good but not this good. I wanted Damon so badly to fill the space in my pussy. Feel him pounding deep into me, not letting up or giving me any chance to escape. I just had to take it. Damon's eyes darkened like he could read my thoughts and wanted so much to act on them.He moved closer causing me to shift back until I tumbled on the bed, and he kept his body several inches above mine by resting on his hands, his warm breath coasting over me. He kisses me, his lips ghosting mine before settling deep. Our tongues tangled in a wet
Zirah’s POVI let out a giggle as Damon pretended to chase me around the yard. We were currently at the small play yard at the back of the house, when we came out, in front of us several meters away was aThe house sat on several acres of land and the back Damon had told me was a large expanse of field carefully cultivated and trimmed. And after that, if you go straight down, two paths lead to the river and the other into the woods. Sometimes after going for a run like he had done that fateful day, in his wolf form he would roam around the play yard before heading inside. He also said it was very beautiful during the full moon.I looked at him as he gazed towards the sky, his profile hitting the sun at the right angle making him look like a god."Why is it so quiet?" I asked as I twirled around. The air here is so clean and fresh. Everything looked so beautiful it didn't look real, I had a fear of touching things because I didn't want to disturb the amazing aesthetic."There's a littl
DAMON’S POVFUCK! FUCK!I had fucked up royally with Zirah. Why would Helen come in and just spoil a really beautiful moment? I was having an amazing time with her, making her laugh, seeing her smile, and her reverence as she took in the fresh air of the mini garden. At that point I didn't even care about her bloody scent, I just wanted her, and not just physically, I wanted every bit of her, to sink into her and be one- both body and soul. In that tiny bubble of happiness, I could see in her eyes that she was also feeling the same, even though she was afraid. Come to think of it, I should have been made aware of her appearance at my home. It seems the guards at their posts were slacking on their duty.After leaving Zirah's new room, I stalked over to the command room in the house.I had a command room where my top security personnel give me updates on what was going on in my city, a 360 live feed of home so I can know what goes in and out of my house, and it was also a place for str
Damon’s POVI let out a little chuckle as I picked up the glass Tristan placed on the table and let the coldness from the ice in the glass around me."Hey." I greeted as I took a sip of the whisky."You look like shit.""Well…"I pursed my lips. "Not everyone can look as pretty as you.""You're just jealous you don't have women falling all over themselves for you." he teases."I've got a lot of things to handle and I wouldn't want to add that to the list."He twirled his glass, the ice cubes clinking together. "Look at you sounding like an old man in his yesteryear, not like the vibrant young man you are."I sighed, leaning back in my chair."About that…?"Tristan cocked his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You've got woman trouble? Is that why you called me here?" He sputtered out in disbelief."No need to act all surprised," I say, feeling disgruntled."Oh, this must be good."He adjusts in his seat, settling in like he's about to watch a good movie. "Come on, lay
Damon’s POVIt had been three days since I'd had that talk with Tristan. I hadn't heard any feedback from him, I'm not sure if I should take that as a good or bad thing.On the Helen Ramsey home front too, it has been quiet. Today would be the last day of the three days ultimatum she gave me, not that I had given in to her silly demands.Taking Tristan's advice, I made sure to send food to Zirah every day for the last three days, random gifts, and a whole new wardrobe that she would be comfortable in. I even tried to get her to talk to me but I got no response.She hadn't come out since the incident that we had with Helen a couple of days ago.I would be worried that maybe something had happened to her if it weren't for the maid's report that took her meals to her.I wanted to see her. Even if it's for her to yell at me and call me names.If Tristan saw me now, he would go into a laughing fit and taunt me about how high the mighty had fallen.Toweling my hair to dry out the moisture,
Damon’s POVHolding Zirah's soft body against mine felt amazing. Our tongues melded together in a passionate kiss as we grew closer. Not wanting it to move in another direction she wasn't ready for yet, I put a stop to the kiss.Resting my head on hers, I whispered,"I think we should stop now." "Me, too." She agreed but her eyes and body were saying another thing."Why are we whispering?" I asked, amused.She also thought about it and burst into laughter."I don't know, I should ask you."I moved over to the counter, thinking of what to make for both of us."Is your head better now?" I nodded the tiny bump on her head."Yeah, it's already going down. What are you doing?" She asked as she saw me arranging pots and pans on the stove."Making breakfast. Are you hungry?""I guess that's why I'm down here." She ducked her head, her face red."Here I thought you missed me.""Hah, you wish. You're still on probation though." She said as she gingerly walked over the pool of spilled juice t
Zirah’s POVWallowing in my room for three whole days was not my thing, even when my abusive stepfather tried to punish me by locking me in my room, I always found a way to escape.For the first day, I was so angry that I refused to go outside even for a meal but by evening when my stomach started protesting and crying out for food, I decided to go outside even if it meant having to see that liar 's face.I would just ignore him, I thought.Only as I was about to open my door, a knocking sound. Thinking he was the one, I ignored it and continued sulking until a lady's voice called out,"Ma'am? Are you in there?"I leaped off the bed in curiosity and went over to the door. Sadly, it was not those types that had a peephole that you could use.I swung the door open and a lady in a uniform I recognized to be the housekeeper's clothes, smiled politely at me and handled a well-covered tray."I'm very sorry for the delay, ma." She bowed deeply in apology.I waved my hand around her and the
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.One, I couldn't move….at all.That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?I was here because I refused to give in.I think back to what happened after Dam
Noah's POV It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.Riding us both hard.He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.Everything that happened was building up to this point."You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my
Noah's POV We were winning.Or so it seemed.No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.Damon Westwood.I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.Or by beheading him.Whichever way works for me.But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w
Damon's POV All five of us were surrounding the table. Me, Skylar, Amanda, and two other werewolves one from my side and hers each named Frank and Erik when someone rudely barged in without knocking. We were currently in a private meeting, as we were thinking through our next moves and I had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed in the meantime.Now this.Immediately I got to my feet in front, ready to strangle whoever it was but Erik held me back, placing a hand on the table to stop me."What is it?" He asks the heavily panting young man quietly, patiently waiting for him to compose himself before talking.He was doubled over, sweat soaked through his body. He slowly raised his head, wiping the sweat dripping into his eyes."I-I-I…" his eyes were wide, his face pale as if he just realized what he had done."Get on with it!" I spat out. "We don't have all day.""You can see he's in no shape to talk." Erik points out, scraping his chair back as he stands up. "It looks like he
Zirah's POV Traveling en masse with such a large crowd while trying to move stealthily proved to be a big deal for us.Also for different packs who are just getting acquainted with each other for the first time, being enclosed in a small space wasn't the ideal choice and soon enough after a couple of days, they started to get on each other's nerves.I learned that lots of testosterone and small spaces don't mix when Noah had to come between a brawl brewing for the third time in two days.We'd been traveling for almost a week which was longer than expected but Noah insisted on the element of surprise so mostly we traveled in small clumps during the day and large during the night. It slowed down our progress significantly but it did the job.We were stopping at a neighboring pack who was a very good friend of Noah's and graciously offered to host us.We had eagerly accepted, anxious to get a reprieve from camping life and the tension or altercation brewing every minute.I, for one, had
Damon's POV For some people, it would be hard to lead two different people on a united front. But luckily for me, I had experience in such and it seemed quite seamless the way I effortlessly combined Amanda's people and some of mine. I had called in some favors and put a call through to some of my most loyal men and of course..they answered. Amanda's father was wealthy, and apart from that he was also vastly connected which was how we got this massive mansion to hide our people in and conduct our business without query. If he had any idea of Amanda's plans, he did well to turn a blind eye to it. We were engaging in mindless chatter when a murmur rippled through the small crowd that had gathered here on the balcony. One thing I loved about this place was the view. Sometimes when I stood here, it gave me this empowering feeling, you know, like I could do anything I wanted. And of course, you guessed right, it quickly became my favorite spot in the house. I was lounging in my corner
Noah's POV The taste of defeat left a bitter tang in my mouth as I gathered my men and went back home.The car itself was silent, no one daring to utter a word. To say I was furious with myself was putting it lightly but there was nothing more I could do…. except turn back time which was out of my power. So I sulked all the way home, rehashing all the possible ways that situation could have gone.All too soon, we arrived at the gate's entrance and then I realized I still had people waiting to talk to me.The car stopped in front of the house, and before I went in I was making small talk with the men when I heard my name."Noah!" Zirah screamed, gathering her flowy summer dress in her hand as she hurriedly rushed down the stairs.I was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. For a second, she appeared young and carefree….like she should always be.I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how scared she was, and the guilt expanded to become a large block resting on my chest.She